Hong Kong Police Force Chief

In the interrogation room in the office area of ​​the Security Department Operations Group, Zhou Quan sat calmly in the chief judge's seat.

Zhou Xingxing and Zhong Jinming served as his assistants to assist him in the interrogation of Li Wen.

In the observation room separated from the interrogation room by a one-way glass, sat some security department personnel responsible for recording, as well as SACP He and He Weilan, father and daughter.

Li Wen is not just a criminal suspect. Behind him is the painter, the main culprit of the internationally famous counterfeit banknote group.

Even the entire Hong Kong Island Police Force cannot ignore the painter.

After all, the harm of counterfeit banknotes is very huge, and can even shake the financial system of a certain region.

What's more, the painter specializes in the manufacture and sale of super US dollars.

It is precisely because of this that Sir Quan, the chief superintendent of the police force and the head of the Security Department, is ready to personally conduct the interrogation of Li Wen.

Most importantly, Zhou Quan, who has a God's perspective, is very clear about Li Wen's methods and abilities.

If someone else were to conduct the interrogation, Li Wen might have taken advantage of it.

Zhou Quan's personal presence was not considered an exaggeration, after all, SACP He was also sitting in the observation room next door.

This was enough to show how much the police force valued the mysterious painter.

SACP glanced at Zhou Quan, who was calm behind the glass, and then at his daughter who had just almost ruined his reputation.

"Inspector He, looking at the police force, Ah Quan's interrogation ability is second to none, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as the best."

He solemnly warned: "You now have the opportunity to observe Ah Quan's interrogation process, you must watch carefully and learn seriously!"

Logically speaking, He Weilan only had two four-pointed stars on her shoulders, and she was not qualified to participate in the interrogation process personally supervised by the core head of the Security Department.

Even if she was just watching and listening, her level was far behind.

But who let her father be the boss of the core management of the police force?

He Weilan hated the Painter Group, especially the mysterious painter himself, with a vengeance.

Therefore, she specifically begged her father, SACP He, to pay attention to the progress of the painter's case.

Of course, this does not mean that He Weilan wants to continue to compete with Zhou Quan and the Security Department for the dominance of the painter's case.

As a grassroots police officer in the police force, and working inside the police force's headquarters.

How could He Weilan not know the meaning of the name Zhou Quan and the power of the Security Department?

When Sir Quan showed up in their headquarters meeting room with people, she knew very well that she should give up the stage.

For He Weilan, she just wanted to see the painter's truth with her own eyes and then be brought to justice by the police.

This is related to a feeling in her heart that was completely severed as soon as it was born. She wanted to commemorate her unrequited love.

However, people always have to look forward. Now that they have the opportunity to observe and learn Sir Quan's interrogation process, He Weilan will certainly not slack off.

"Dad, I know!"

He Weilan nodded heavily, but this made SACP He's face more serious.

"How many times have I told you that you should be called by your job title during working hours!"

SACP glared at He Weilan, and he deliberately lowered his voice.

It's not just the father and daughter in the field, so we should pay attention to the impact.

"Yes, sir!"

He Weilan nodded again, and she changed to a very formal way of speaking.

Under the attention of SACP father and daughter He, the security personnel in the observation room turned on the work equipment in front of them.

In the interrogation room next to the one-way glass, the interrogation of Li Wen also began.

The security police, who had already completed the handover procedures with colleagues from the headquarters downstairs, detained Li Wen, who was unkempt and looked quite embarrassed, in the interrogation room.

"Mr. Li is also an artist, so let's not use handcuffs and shackles!"

When his brothers were about to lock Li Wen on the interrogation chair, Zhou Quan waved his hand and cast a meaningful look at Li Wen.

Li Wen can really be called an artist for making super US dollars that are indistinguishable from the real thing.

To be honest, Zhou Quan has no objection to super US dollars.

After all, the US dollar hegemony is destined to be a stumbling block to the development and prosperity of the motherland.

If the credibility of US dollars collapses, it will also be of great benefit to the motherland.

Of course, there is a premise.

That is, Li Wen and the Painters Group have always been active in the United States to harm those foreigners on the west coast of the Pacific.

But Li Wen and the Painters Group are now involved in Hong Kong Island and even the motherland.

Then I'm sorry, Sir Quan can't just sit back and watch them make trouble.

"Let me introduce myself, I am Zhou Quan from the Security Department of the Police Force."

With his fingers crossed on the interrogation table, Zhou Quan slowly leaned forward and looked at Li Wen in front of him with an oppressive angle.

"From now on, I will be responsible for the many cases involving you, Mr. Li."

Li Wen hunched his shoulders, and the whole person seemed like a frightened bird.

"Sir Quan, I am certainly aware of your reputation."

"But I really can't tell you about the painter's situation."

"He is a heart-rending madman. Once he knows that I am here, he will definitely find a way to kill me and silence me. Many people will definitely die by then."

"I plead guilty to participating in the production of counterfeit banknotes, but I have never killed anyone. The evidence in the Tsim Sha Tsui hotel is all fake. They are all fake."

"I have just told Inspector He what needs to be said."

"Sir Quan, I beg you, please send me back to jail again."

Upon hearing this, SACP He, who was watching the interrogation process next door, instantly turned dark.

His daughter's rough tactics were mentioned again by Li Wen, who undoubtedly slapped him in the face again.

Why did SACP glare at his daughter with such irony, but he didn't have any incident on the spot.

After all, this trouble has been temporarily solved by Zhou Quan.

Besides, there's a trial going on next door right now.

Why doesn't SACP want to disturb the guys who are working in the two rooms because of their own affairs?

Inside the interrogation room, Zhou Quan leaned back on his chair again, with a sneer on his lips.

In fact, no matter how cunning Li Wen is, the changes in his expression will tell Zhou Quan all the truth.

Coupled with the existence of God's perspective, all Li Wen's performances were like a clown in Zhou Quan's eyes.

Others may need to waste time and energy investigating the painter's affairs.

But with Zhou Quan, everything can be resolved through the current interrogation.

Just now, Li Wen seemed frightened, worried that he would be killed and silenced by the so-called painter anytime and anywhere.

But in fact, the clarity and calmness deep in his eyes cannot be faked at all.

Even though Li Wen seemed a little incoherent on the surface, he was very organized.

While he was pretending, he directly pointed out He Weilan's rough methods.

Because Li Wen knew very well that this formal interrogation process would be recorded by closed-circuit television.

Otherwise, when He Weilan framed Li Wen earlier, it would not have been in the office area of ​​their headquarters department.

"Mr. Li, the name Ruan Wen should be familiar to you, right?"

With his arms folded, Zhou Quan did not directly ask about the painter, but prepared to tear apart Li Wen's psychological defense step by step.