"Director Abuajie …" When the servant served the tea, Marianne noticed Abuajie's strange expression and immediately asked, "Are you alright? Looking at your face, it doesn't look right? "
"Um … This …" Abuajie was nervous, and his forehead was already covered in sweat.
"Haha, it's okay …" Marianne said. "We are old friends. Just tell me what you want to say!"
"Um … I'm worried … I'm worried …" Abuajie stammered. "If foreigners die here, I'm afraid that it will be detrimental to our country's international situation."
"Oh?" Marianne was slightly stunned, then said, "That's for sure! After all, our relationship with France is a bit delicate, but … It's not impossible to solve it. Anyway, the grenade was planted by the opposition!
"That's better. We can take this opportunity to carry out a large-scale purge and suppression of them, and we can even seek international help. In this way, it will be more advantageous for our revolutionary regime, don't you think so?"
"Oh … Yes, yes, yes …" Abuajie wiped his sweat.
"What's wrong?" Marianne asked. "You don't usually care about politics. Why are you suddenly so nervous today?"
"Nothing, nothing," Abuajie said incoherently. "As long as it doesn't affect our regime, then it's fine, that's fine …"
"Hahaha …" Marianne smiled, then picked up the teacup and handed it to Abuajie. "Come, have some tea first! You look sick … "
"Ma … Marianne …" Abuajie's fingers were injured, so he didn't dare to take the teacup. He could only bite the bullet and ask Marianne, "Actually, I did come here to look for you!
"I have a case here, and I want to ask you for help …"
"Oh? A case? "Marianne was stunned. He put down the teacup and asked," I don't think I've heard of any cases recently, right? Oh … "
Marianne slapped his thigh, quickly put his hands together, and made a Buddhist prayer gesture. He then said to Abuajie, "I'm really sorry, I've been too busy recently, and I forgot about the Marges. I've sinned, sinned …"
"Director Abuajie," Marianne asked with widened eyes, "are you here to investigate the Marges? I heard that their family died in an accident … "
Marianne deliberately emphasized the word "accident", clearly reminding Abuajie to be careful with his words.
"No … It's not that, but … it's because of the files …" Abuajie organized his words and finally said his purpose. "Do you still remember the Kuman Thong murder case that happened here four years ago?
"The president of the Horse Club, Malassie, was killed by the Kuman Thong killers.
"At that time, you were a translator for those foreign experts and participated in the investigation of the suspect, so … I thought …"
The moment he heard Abu Ajie mention the Kuman Thong murder case, Marian's expression changed abruptly. It became sinister and hideous.
"To tell you the truth, we've lost some of the files. I have to make up for it quickly!" Abu Ajie was still weaving his lie. "So, you should still remember the information about the five suspects, right?
"Can you help me recall now so that I can fill in those files …"
"Abuajie … … …" Abuajie … " Unexpectedly, Marian suddenly stood up and pointed at Abu Aje. "You … What are you trying to do? Are you out of your mind?
"At this time, with so many things happening, why are you still thinking about the old case from a few years ago? What exactly do you want to know, hmm? "
Abuajie did not expect that Marian would have such a huge reaction. He quickly explained, "That's right.
"No, listen to me," Abuajie said. "I just want to fill in the information. No one else remembers, so I wanted to ask you! What are you … "
"Hmm?" Suddenly, Marian saw Abu Ajie's hand. His eyes widened as he asked, "Director Ajie, what happened to your hand?"
"Oh …" Abu Ajie quickly hid his fingers between his legs, shook his head, and said, "It's nothing. I just accidentally got hurt!"
"Oh … Yeah …" At this time, Marian seemed to have noticed something from Abuaje's abnormal state. He looked at Zhao Yu carefully, then sat down slowly. He then said to Abuaje, "Well, you want to know about the suspect in the Kuman Thong case, right?
"Alright, let me think about it. I should still be able to remember …"
As he spoke, Marian picked up his teacup and took a sip.
"That's good, that's good …" Abuajie said with a smile. "I knew you would be able to help me. That's great, hehe …"
Abuajie was still smiling foolishly, but Marian had already made a small move. He stretched his arm under the coffee table to take out the pistol that was hidden there!
It turned out that he had already noticed that there was something wrong with Zhao Yu, so he wanted to take him by surprise.
However, who was Zhao Yu? Ever since he had entered the room, his Invisible Detector had already detected that there was a weapon hidden under the coffee table.
Therefore, when Marian tried to take out the gun, Zhao Yu had already made his move. He jumped over Abuajie's head and took out his pistol in the air. When he landed, he pointed it at Marian's temple!
"Don't move!" This time, Zhao Yu used the local Malay language.
At this time, Marian had already taken out his pistol, but he was half a beat slower than Zhao Yu. The pistol stopped in the air.
When Zhao Yu told him not to move, he immediately raised his hands, not daring to move.
The next second, Zhao Yu grabbed Marian's pistol and pressed him down on the sofa.
At that time, Abuajie had tried to escape, but when he thought of the female devil outside, he gave up the idea.
"Who are you? Aren't you too bold? "Marian stared at Zhao Yu and asked through gritted teeth.
Bang …
As soon as Marian finished speaking, there was a loud bang from the door. One of his guards flew in from outside and fell heavily on the ground. Then, he vomited blood and passed out …
Then, Ding Lan entered the living room with a rifle and made an OK gesture at Zhao Yu.
It turned out that Ding Lan had been observing the situation in the room from outside. When she saw that Zhao Yu had been exposed, she immediately took care of Marian's guard.
"Ah?!" Hearing the noise, Marian's servant rushed to the living room to check.
Ding Lan aimed the gun at him and restrained him on the spot.
Then, Ding Lan closed the gate and tied the fainted guards and Marian's servants together.
"Okay, Minister Ma!" Zhao Yu pointed the pistol at Marian and asked fiercely in the local dialect, "Now, can we have a good talk?"
"Who … Who are you?" Marian swallowed and asked, "What do you want to do?"
"Hehe …" Zhao Yu smiled faintly and stared at Marian. "Now, tell me the five suspects of the Kuman Tong Case. Who are they?!"
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