Chapter 258

The confinement room is very dark and dirty. It was originally intended to be the place where the security office carries out military discipline. The bright windows and necessary living equipment were cancelled in the design, and there will be no frequent cleaning and care.

Since the beginning of the planning, this small dark room of less than 10 square meters has been privileged. There is no need to consider the issue of human rights. At ordinary times, there will be no visitors here to think about human rights.

But at least today, it really should think about it seriously. Because today's visitors are not good, the purpose of coming here is to provoke, with a picky psychology, without any awe and fear.

Dirty businessman.

Amani clicked to open the padlock, and the heavy iron door creaked and was slowly pushed open by the sun.

When the sun came into the house, there were wisps and layers of floating dust all over the house, illuminating a half hundred old man with a pale face and a broken beard.

The old man was dressed in a beautiful tuxedo and sat on the ground with four forks on his back. When he saw the iron door open, his muddy eyes turned half a circle.

"Lunch? Or tea?"

The husky, almost lifeless voice reached the outside, and Orvis, who followed Lorraine, was very angry.

"This is a crime! If you torture a gentleman without any trial, even God will not forgive your demonic behavior!"

Captain Armani coughed weakly.

"I really don't understand what you're talking about, sir. It was 11 p.m. when the security office caught Mr. Leonard illegally invading last night, so we specially prepared snacks and wine. This morning, we prepared coffee, breakfast and morning tea for Mr. Leonard. There should be lunch in half an hour."

He spread his hands innocently.

"Look, we didn't let Mr. miss the tea at all. As for the beating and injury, you can check it yourself. I guarantee that no one has infringed on his personal safety."

"Really?" Orvis wondered, "then why... Why..."

"After all, Mr. Leonard has committed a serious crime. I think mental weakness is probably God's punishment for him."

"Well said, captain."

As soon as Armani's voice fell, Lorraine's laughter rang.

"It turns out that as long as the heart is guilty, God will come to the darkroom. God is so flexible. I don't understand why people still insist on troublesome laws in this world."

Lorraine's ridicule made Armani vaguely feel something wrong.

He is not a cruel official in charge of criminal prison. He is open and aboveboard, and his mind is not smart.

Like most people in this era, his definition of torture is limited to hunger, thirst, pain, pain, humiliation and intimidation. So is Alves, who is completely unaware of the devastation of psychological and spiritual oppression.

So he's telling the truth. He or the Navy didn't take the initiative to torture Leonard, but Leonard was tortured. It didn't collapse because of his tenacity and strength.

Armani is as curious about this as Alves.

Lorraine obviously knows something. Maybe it's a curse or lynching. The inequality of this information makes Armani beat a drum in his heart and lose his original composure standing there.

However, Lorraine didn't want to say anything, just glanced at him coldly and walked into the door of the cell.

"Vice President Leonard."

"Ship... Chairman?" Leonard's muddy eyes suddenly woke up, and he wanted to stand up, but he could only cross his legs and straighten his waist because he sat too long.

"Vice president, did the glorious Navy torture you?"

This is Armani gnashing his teeth: "we'll find out the gold ware!"

"It's not necessarily just a gold thing? Yesterday's unhappiness happened in director Raymond's dormitory, and director Raymond is a friend of the Vice President..."

"He has gone to work! Yesterday's ward round only involved illegal intruders and officers below the school level. The chief of the Division has a reputation in the base, and the security office dare not and will not attack him!"

"I finally heard a sensible news."

Lorraine waved her hands gently.

"Dignity, Captain, that's what I want to say. My vice president is a celebrity of Kingston society and has had dinner with Sir Parker more than once. I don't expect your supervisor to be open, but at least until the end of the trial, Mr. Leonard should have a soft seat and bed, desk and bar, warm water and maid, and light..."

"No maid, this is a naval base! But I can negotiate anything else."

"I'll wait." Lorraine looked at Amani. "The meeting can be over. Vice president, next I'll meet the governor here. Although you've endured a lot, please bear with it for a moment, just a moment..."

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Not long after, Lorraine with a good accent saw Shaq who had not seen him for a long time with an umbrella sword.

He was quite sure about Leonard. Not many people in the Royal Navy dock agreed with the commotion last night, and this disagreement was so common in everyone's heart that even the guards ignored their duties and didn't check out the umbrella sword.

Of course, Lorraine didn't come to assassinate Shaq.

Entering the reception room, Lorraine leaned his umbrella sword against the clothes rack, took off his hat and hung it upright.

The door closed in time, leaving only the two Drake brothers looking at each other from a distance, separated by a vast ocean.

"I hear you've learned to be arrogant, Lorraine."

"There is an excellent teacher. Students always learn faster, major general."

Shack could not see any expression on his face, and he had no intention of responding to Lorraine's provocation.

Lorraine decided to turn defensive into offensive.

"Yesterday, I suddenly decided to clean up discipline. That night, I detained more than a dozen gentlemen and ladies on the grounds of illegal invasion. Major general, you are really as domineering as ever."

"The purge is to correct the style of the fleet. I said hello to the governor in advance for Bermuda's social circle, so he guaranteed to leave most people last night, except your vice president. As an outsider, even the governor doesn't want to risk his reputation."

"That's because some governor inappropriately specialized my vice president." Lorraine retorted impolitely. "To make a long story short, Drake chamber of Commerce hopes your fleet to provide sufficient evidence. Otherwise, my lawyers in Kingston will not rule out the right to appeal to Sir Parker."

"Peter Parker's authority can't shine on Bermuda. From the tradition of mutual respect, he won't easily dictate to his nominal deputy." Shaq stood by the window. "If you want to develop in the aristocratic circle, you should understand these conventions as soon as possible."

"Really? What about Plymouth? Although it will last a little longer, I also have a law firm there and live a leisurely life."

"Admiralty..." Shaq thought for a moment, "it will really cause me a little trouble, but the decision will still be in my hand. How? Do you have a third law firm in London?"

Lorraine suddenly felt that assassination was not necessarily a bad idea

He tilted his head and controlled the details of his facial features: "if my important vice president can't be free today, there will soon be a third lawyer group of Drake chamber of Commerce in London."

"In other words, not today."

Shaq's voice was still calm, but the domineering smell could no longer be covered up.

"Drake is an aristocrat, my stupid brother, a real aristocrat. You must understand this authority, because even if you succeed in the low position of businessman, the low position is still a low position."

"In the face of real authority, sterling will not become a portrait cast on gold coins, nor will it bring you more power. You think highly of yourself these days."

People under the eaves!

Lorraine clenched his fist. "Thank you for your instruction, Baron Tavistock. Can I take my people with me?"

Shaq shook his head lazily.

"I don't know the so-called self-esteem, just like the shining name, the hero of Le Francois."

He turned his head and opened the curtains.

"Go and teach your people well. From today on, please let the soldiers return to the look of soldiers."

"Yes, sir."