"You know why we are looking for you."

In a dark and damp cell, Allen and Renard stood opposite Cromwell Gary.

There was a moment of silence and no response.

The tall and burly figure still lowered his head, and his green eyes stared at the rough and uneven ground, as if there was something strange about it.

Seeing this, Allen was not annoyed, but just squatted down and stared at the fluffy hair, "Is it not good to stay here?"

"No wine, no food, no beauty, and more importantly, no freedom."

The plain tone tells the most real facts, but it contains power that touches people's hearts.

Renard stood aside without opening his mouth.

Tick, tick...

The water drops tapped, as if every drop had fallen into my heart, causing layers of ripples.

As time passed by, Alan seemed to lose his patience, stood up with a smile, and said to Renard beside him, "It seems that the other party doesn't want to talk to us."

"Then let's go." Renard also simply returned directly.

After saying that, the two turned around and left, seemingly not caring about Cromwell's reaction.

Dada dada...

The reinforced tactical boots and the collision sound of the ground were faintly undetected, but they hit Cromwell's heart like a heavy hammer.

The drooping head was covered by fluffy and scattered long hair, and the changes in the face were not visible.

However, under the dirty and disgusting hair, a pair of green eyes flashed.

"etc……"

The hoarse and dry but with a few hard sounds sounded in this not-so-universal prison, causing Alan and the others to stop.

"What, do you want to talk about it?"

Alan turned around, with a very humble smile on his face, but his eyes were as calm as a pool of water.

"How can I trust you?"

Cromwell seemed to have done psychological construction and raised an extremely direct question from the beginning.

"Sorry, maybe you misunderstood something. You have never been qualified to negotiate with us."

However, Allen did not have the answer that the other party wanted everywhere.

When Cromwell heard this, his pupils shrank, but he did not immediately object.

"Although you came in for shelter, your foundation is not clean. We don't know, and it is impossible to let you go directly for this news."

Cromwell did not refute, but just listened silently.

"What we can guarantee is just to give you a chance to make meritorious service."

"You know, although you are in Dongcheng District, you are not too out of style."

"And the reason for your arrest was carefully selected, and it only takes a year or two to go out."

"If you honestly cooperate with us and make meritorious service, your time to go out will be greatly advanced."

"How about it, think about it?"

Alan slowly analyzed the truth to Cromwell, which seemed not urgent, nor was it urgent.

"good."

After a few breaths of silence, Cromwell just responded in a low voice.

"What do you want to know?"

Knowing that the other party had decided to cooperate, Allen also smiled.

However, the smile at this time is as hypocritical as before, with a little more warmth.

"We want to know, why did you come in?"

There was not much preparation, and Allen went straight to the core of the problem.

Two green eyes, which were as strange as phosphorus fire, glanced at the two of them quietly, with a little suspicion in their eyes.

"You don't know?"

Cromwell asked in a vague tone, with some indescribable meaning.

However, he did not mean to question the other party's strength.

To be honest, when he saw that the other party was led in by Deputy Director Jodi, he could already roughly speculate on the other party's identity and believed that the other party did have the ability to take him out of prison.

So he would not question the other party after agreeing to the other party. Such stupid things cannot be done by ordinary people.

“Do we know?”

The other party didn't say it directly, and Allen also smiled and started to have a big Tai Chi.

However, Alan looked at the other party's eyes that looked at them with a vague look, and seemed to understand something.

"You mean, is the other person the same person as us?"

Allen's brows frowned for a moment without any notice, and then calmed down instantly.

This is not something unpredictable. It can even be said that the reason why Alan and the others noticed each other was because of this possibility.

However, Alan chose to talk to the other party simply because there might be extraordinary factors behind the other party.

Because Alan and the others have no effective clues at the moment, they have to seize all possible opportunities.

But now it seems that the story behind this is not simple.

"Yes." Cromwell no longer seemed to be pretending to be stupid. He stroked his hair with his cobbled hands and replied in contemplatively: "Things are actually very simple."

"On the evening of October 19th, a guy wearing a mask and hiding his identity wanted to take a house from my hands."

"You also know that although we are not good people, we are not just guys who know how to fight and kill. We also have some side jobs on weekdays."

"Some people are brokers, some pimps, some people spend money on gold caves...there are all kinds of techniques."

"My power is not as smart as the other party, so I can only pick up some leftovers from others on weekdays."

"Although real estate trading is less fuel-efficient than other industries, it is enough for me."

"So, I didn't have any bad intentions that day, and sent my subordinates to take the other party to see the house."

"Everything went smoothly afterwards. The other party honestly looked at the house, paid, and then the transaction was completed."

Allen and Renard stood there and listened seriously, knowing that Cromwell must have not finished speaking.

After all, if nothing happened, why did the other party come here to take refuge?

"Then, the incident happened."

"The day after the transaction was completed, several of my guys died at home, and the people living around them heard no movement."

"I escaped because of my habitual caution and my daily residence is extremely confidential."

"However, the disaster is not far away."

"My men died one after another, without any resistance. The opponent's methods are hard to defend, just like a ghost walking out of the darkness."

"Then, I'm scared."

"Although I don't know who is targeting us, I'm sure I'm not an ordinary person."

Speaking of this, Cromwell raised his head, and his face, which had been thin for a long time in the dark prison, was undisguised in Allen's eyes.

"I don't know nothing about that extraordinary power, but I don't really know it."

"So, when I realized that I had been provoking that big guy, I knew I was in a very difficult situation."

"In order to survive, I planned a direct conflict with other gangs, and I was in front of two police officers."

"Then, I came in here."

Cromwell's experience is not complicated, and it can even be said to be very simple.

However, according to the other party, what this contains is a bit interesting.

"You started by following the house viewing incident. Do you think you were suffering from these disasters because of that transaction?"

Alan thought for a while, and then pointed out the other party's meaning to express.

"Yes." Cromwell was not vague and nodded directly.

"I want to know, why did you get this evidence?"

Alan looked inconvenient and looked directly into Cromwell's eyes, with a captivating sense of oppression.

The pressure from higher-level living organisms made Cromwell unable to bear it. His pale skin, which had been unmoistened by the long-term sunlight, looked paler at this time.

But Cromwell was not an ordinary person after all, and he barely resisted the heavy pressure. "I am not a good person, but I can't be considered a bad person if I ask myself."

"I admit that the things I did at that time violated imperial laws, but I had my own bottom line."
To be continued...