"Someone come here and talk to me!"
Preston took out a pistol and pointed it at his head. "Or I'll kill myself!"
He even emphasized, "I'm not joking!"
His expression was serious. After saying that, he swaggered to the steps of the door and sat down.
Not long after, a middle-aged man in a formal suit came out from the opposite room. He had an unpleasant look on his face and seemed to be the leader of this group of people.
He walked up to Preston and took out his ID. "Federation Security Committee. May I ask, how did you find us?"
The leader of the Security Committee's action team thought that even the Lord of Heaven would not be able to find any flaws in his setup. However, Preston saw through it with a single glance.
Preston did not answer immediately. Instead, he took the ID seriously and asked his question, "Can I make a call to verify the authenticity of this ID?"
The action team leader was stunned for a moment before nodding. "Of course, but don't play any tricks!"
Preston returned to his room and dialed the local police station's number. He then briefly explained the matter that he was asked to cooperate with a secret operation by the country and showed his ID.
He was unsure of the authenticity of the ID, so he hoped that the police could help.
A few minutes later, the operator told him that the ID was authentic.
Preston breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the answer. He opened the door again and slowly put the pistol on the ground and kicked it out. He then slowly lay on the ground and raised his hands as high as he could to make sure that he was harmless.
When the agents put some restraints on him, he said to the leader of the Security Committee's action team, "The windows of your car are dark-tinted …"
The action team leader turned around abruptly and looked at the commercial vehicle with an incredulous expression on his face.
They had painstakingly planned their capture plan for so long and in the end, they were seen through just because the windows of a car were dark-tinted. He did not even think about it. Even though the windows of the cars he saw every day when he went to and from work were transparent, he did not notice it.
"Everyone in the logistics department should be fired!"
He muttered to himself as he personally escorted Preston into the commercial vehicle.
The agents came and left quickly. Not long after, the people in the community began to gather and chat, speculating about the things that had to do with this new family.
On the other side, in the car, the two men chatted again.
"You seem to be waiting for us?"
From the moment Preston showed up, revealed their identities, and verified his ID, the team leader had already sensed that Preston did not seem to have any intention of running away or resisting. He was very curious.
What kind of thoughts did Preston have? If he really wanted to turn himself in, why did he not take the initiative to contact the local Bureau of Investigation or something?
Preston directly admitted it. "You've already found me..... As long as you're not from the Guevara, I'm, I'm willing to cooperate!".........
If he was caught by the Federation, he would still be able to live because he would always be a flaw in the Gaffra Empire's glamorous appearance. His existence would definitely disgust the Gaffra Emperor at all times. As long as he still had this bit of value, the Federation would not let him die. Instead, they would take him out from time to time to show him off.
If he was caught by the Guevara People, there was no way he could survive.
The Emperor wanted to kill him to vent his anger, and the Minister of the Navy would not let him go. Perhaps the other nobles who took his money had already sent assassins all over the world to search for him.
None of these people wanted him to live. Everyone wanted him to die.
If the Federation agents could find him today, the Guevara spies would find him soon. He did not know how he was exposed, but once he was exposed, there was no way he could escape.
"Didn't you think of resisting?"
This was the first time the team leader had caught someone who admitted defeat. He was very curious. "Running away?"
Preston smiled and did not say anything.
The reason the Federation was able to find him was because all of his substitutes had been found. Those substitutes were either dead or captured. None of them were the real Preston. Therefore, the Military Intelligence and the Safety Committee went through the clues again. They came to the conclusion that Preston might not have appeared at all.
The Preston who left the country was a fake, a double. The real him was still hiding in the Federation.
With the Guevara and the Baylor Federation, two military powers, pressuring them at the same time, no bank could withstand such enormous pressure.
Under the high-intensity work, they found a group of possible anonymous accounts through the branch accounts that they had identified. They also checked the signatures of these anonymous accounts and found some clues from them.
Many of the accounts were found to not belong to Preston. No one was disappointed. This was a process. The process might be difficult and long, and they might not even get any good results. However, they had to continue the investigation.
This time, they did not expect to catch Preston so quickly. They followed the usage of the anonymous bank accounts and found him here.
Preston also raised his own question. "How did you find me?"
He smiled and said, "This is just a little curiosity of mine. Of course, you don't have to tell me!"
The team leader finally decided to tell him. After all, he was so cooperative. "Your account hasn't been used for several years. Do you understand what I mean?"
Preston was very smart. He immediately reacted. "I see. I didn't think about this before!"
The anonymous accounts that Preston prepared were very secretive. It was to prevent any unexpected situations from happening so that they would not have no money at all.
Moreover, the preparation period was very long. Some of the accounts were prepared a few years ago or more than a decade ago. He did not believe that anyone could trace it that far back.
However, it was his vigilance that exposed him.
The accounts that hadn't had any cash flow for years, or even more than a decade, suddenly had transactions while he was hiding. Moreover, the payment signatures of these accounts were similar to the details of his signature, so it wasn't difficult to filter out this information.
If he had changed to a normal account, he could have at least avoided this big manhunt.
The news of Preston's arrest quickly spread among a small number of people. Mr. Trumann directly interrupted the ongoing conference call. He got the authorization document from the President and hurried to the security committee.
He was now the first officer of the Office of International Affairs Policy Research. At the same time, he was also an important advisor to the President. Therefore, the President only needed to issue an authorization order to let Trumann attend the interrogation on his behalf. Then, Mr. Trumann would be qualified to intervene in this matter.
Before seeing Preston, Trumann had thought that the arrest would be hair-raising until the action team leader told him that Preston did not resist at all other than verifying his ID.
This greatly exceeded Mr. Trumann's expectations. When they were arresting the doubles, they realized that Preston was very cunning. He had arranged for more than one double to move around and attract people's attention. He also had all kinds of gossip.
He was a very shrewd person. The difficulty of arresting him should be very high. However, he chose to end his' escape 'career in a way that no one expected. This also gave Mr. Trumann a very clear judgment of the current situation.
As they spoke, the two of them walked to the door of the interrogation room. Mr. Trumann kicked him in. Just as the interrogators behind him were about to follow him in, he raised his hand to stop them and then closed the door.
There was only Preston who was restrained in the chair and Mr. Trumann who had just entered the room.
"I know you. I often see you on TV …" Preston was not surprised that Mr. Trumann had become his interrogator. However, before he could continue, he saw Mr. Trumann take out two handkerchiefs from his pocket.
One was ready to be used at any time and the other was a backup.
The Federation was still very hot at the end of September. A handkerchief was not enough to cope with the heat.
He unfolded the handkerchiefs, then covered the two cameras and unplugged the monitoring wires. This action was immediately reported by the people in the monitoring room.
However, the person in charge of this case in the Security Committee was not surprised. This was a strategy.
In the room, Mr. Trumann got down from the chair. He returned to the interrogation table and sat down. "Now that no one is watching us and no one can hear what we say, let's have an honest talk."
"What do you want, Mr. Preston?!"
Preston replied almost without hesitation, "I just want to live."
Everyone wanted to live, including him. He nodded and said, "Then tell me something I'm interested in. For example, the relationship between you and the senior ministers of Gefra, and the list of names." Zhang Heng nodded and said, "Tell me something that interests me. For example, the relationship between you and the senior ministers of Gefra.
"Can I live if I tell you?"
"You should understand that you're more valuable alive than dead!"
The two of them talked for nearly an hour in an unknown room. Then, Mr. Trumann left with a valuable document. Preston seemed to be relieved.
Almost on the same night, the Gefra construction minister had just finished his dinner when the phone rang at home.
The resplendent room was filled with elegance and luxury. Even the edges of the walls were made of gold.
The construction minister was a very lucrative position. Any "official project" that had anything to do with the Empire would be presided over and built by the construction minister. There were many places where he could start his work.
He walked into the study and picked up the phone. The call was a local call.
For example, international calls required a transfer agent. It was not easy to get through, and the whole process would be recorded. However, domestic calls would not be so complicated.
As soon as he sat down, before he had time to savor the enjoyment of the dinner, his face turned gloomy.