"Yini, what's wrong?"

Liz, who was lying on the bed, opened her eyes vaguely and watched Yi Ni quickly getting dressed.

"Something about work,"

Yi Ni glanced around, picked up the small bag placed on the old iron table nearby, reached out to touch the camera in the small bag, and quickly slung the small bag on her body.

"It's so late and I still have to go out,"

Liz closed her eyes slightly and hugged the quilt, "Your boss is too bullying."

"News, news, news first, news later, that's how it is,"

Yi Ni smiled and put on her thin coat, "In our industry, time is very important. You can continue to rest. Don't you have a part-time job tomorrow?"

"Then... come on... remember to bring an umbrella..."

Liz's voice gradually weakened, "It's not certain whether that part-time job is available. Our part-time job group just talked about it, but there is no detailed information yet..."

At the back, her voice completely fell silent, leaving only the faint sound of breathing.

"good."

Yi Ni glanced at the rain curtain outside the balcony, responded softly, picked up the still wet transparent umbrella at the door, opened the door carefully, and then squeezed out gently.

The windows in the corridor were open, and a slight cool breeze and drizzle came in from the window.

Yi Ni turned her head and walked to the elevator. She took out a hair rope from her coat pocket and held it in her mouth. She quickly held her hair with one hand and quickly typed a reply to the forum account in the air using the gesture keyboard with the other hand.

Just wait a minute, I'll be right over.

After replying, she raised her bracelet, glanced at the credit card deduction record from the taxi-hailing software that was sent to her mailbox, and took a deep breath.

——

It was past five o'clock in the morning, and the morning light seemed to be coming soon, but the raindrops outside the ward seemed to be falling continuously.

He Ao stood by the bed, straightened his slightly wrinkled shirt, touched his hair that had just been washed and dried in the bathroom, glanced at the bloody bandages stacked on the bed, and took a gentle breath.

His injuries have almost recovered, and time is almost up.

He raised his hand, glanced at the time on his bracelet, picked up the brass cane and suit jacket on the bedside, and opened the door to the ward.

A medical student dressed as a nurse was sitting on a chair and taking a nap. She looked at He Ao coming out. She was stunned for a moment, then immediately stood up like a catapult. Looking at it, she said, "Mr. Lin En, you need to rest..."

"

"I'm well rested."

He Ao smiled and nodded to her, then almost without stopping, he passed by the nurse and walked into the corridor on the other side before the nurse could react.

There is a small elevator here. When He Ao walked to the elevator, with a soft sound of "ding", the elevator door slowly opened.

Tucker, the deputy captain of the mayor's guard who was still wearing a blood-stained combat uniform, yawned and raised his head, and then saw He Ao standing at the elevator door. He was stunned for a moment, "Mr. Linn?"

"Good morning."

Standing in front of the tall classical glazed windows painted with colorful patterns, amidst the patter of rain, the upright and energetic old man with gray hair smiled and looked at the man in the elevator. The heavy voice and the sound of rain

sounded together.

"morning."

Tucker spoke with a bit of confusion.

At this time, He Ao had already picked up his suit jacket, put it on quickly, and walked towards the elevator.

Tucker stepped aside. He looked at He Ao's body and asked subconsciously, "Your injury..."

"much better,"

He Ao adjusted his coat and said, "Thank you for your hard work last night."

He took out the stored tie from his coat and tied it around his neck.

"Thank you very much. Our injuries are not serious at all."

Tucker said immediately.

His injuries were all superficial injuries, and with the help of hemostatic agents and some medicines given by Dr. Des, he has basically begun to recover.

As he spoke, Tucker focused his eyes on He Ao's face again. At this moment, 'Mayor Linn' looked much better, but he was still a little worried, "But you..."

"It doesn't matter,"

He Ao shook his head, reached out and pressed the first floor button in the elevator, and then looked at Tucker, "Have you brought those things over?"

"Um."

Tucker nodded immediately, took out a small bottle of bloody hair wax and a bloody comb from his pocket, and handed them to He Ao.

This is exactly the comb and hair wax that He Ao used in the floating fighter plane before.

At the same time, Tucker paused and said slowly, "Actually, I can definitely buy you a new set."

"Isn't this still usable?"

He Ao glanced at him, reached out to take the hair wax and comb, and smiled.

He quickly wiped off the solidified blood scab on the comb, then combed his hair again and fixed it.

Tucker immediately took out a small mirror from his pocket and handed it to He Ao.

He Ao glanced at him, took the mirror, and then looked in the mirror to make sure there was nothing wrong with his hairstyle and clothing.

There are a little more white hairs, and the hair dye used to dye my hair black has faded a little.

Ding--

By this time the elevator had reached the 1st floor.

"Has anyone arrived?"

He Ao handed the mirror, hair wax, and comb back to Tucker, looked forward, looked at the slowly opening elevator door, and asked slowly.

The elevator door opened, and He Ao walked out of the elevator directly, turned left and walked towards the outside.

"Bring it here."

Tucker nodded slightly, followed He Ao's pace, and spoke quickly as he walked.

"good."

He Ao nodded slightly and continued walking quickly along the corridor.

The two of them had not walked a few steps when a young man standing at the edge of the corridor saw the two of them and walked over quickly.

"Mr. Lynn,"

Senna walked quickly to He Ao and saluted He Ao gently, "The car is parked in front."

"Thanks for your hard work."

He Ao smiled and nodded and continued to move forward.

Senna followed He Ao and walked to his vice-captain Tucker.

Then he hesitated, glanced at He Ao's back, and said to Tucker, "That guy must be related to the assassination, but he is too cunning. We searched his house and found nothing useful."

Information, he did not retain any information.

"Only his holographic projection communicator still has a call record that he hasn't had time to delete, but the other party used an anonymous number. By the time we called, that number had been abandoned."

At this point, Senna gritted his teeth, "This bastard is as slippery as a loach, and no matter how the interrogator asks, he is unwilling to tell and only admits that there is a tax problem."

"He's very knowledgeable about federal and Elan City laws,"

Following He Ao and continuing to move forward, Tucker glanced at the young man beside him. He took over the conversation and said slowly,

“Although tax crimes are serious crimes, they are still allowed to leave on bail by paying bail.

"He is a member of the consortium lobby. He knows very well that the consortium will protect him. Now Irons may have been working on it overnight, so he is confident."

"Bail? There's no way we can lock this guy up?"

Hearing Tucker's words, Senna was stunned.

"I guess not,"

Tucker shook his head, "According to my previous experience, it is estimated that the bail consent will come out at dawn at the earliest. According to the normal process, we will have to let him go."

"Tomorrow dawn? In other words, we only have one night, no, a few hours of interrogation time?"

Senna subconsciously raised his voice slightly, then glanced at He Ao in front of him, then lowered his voice slightly, "Can't we interfere with this process? For example, find a way to detain him for two more days?"

"It's very difficult. It can only hinder you for a day or two at most,"

Tucker shook his head, glanced at Senna, and said slowly, "Even if we hinder success, if we give it an extra day or two, are you confident that you can find out anything from the interrogation?

"And under normal circumstances, he would be imprisoned in an FBI prison and interrogated jointly by the FBI and the Federal Taxation Bureau. These two departments only have a temporary cooperative relationship with us, and they can cooperate with our actions tonight.

, it is already a great show of sincerity, and it is impossible to leave it to us to completely lead the interrogation."

"I-"
To be continued...