Miss President wants to talk to you

Eleanor extended his hand in a gesture of respect. “Please have a seat, Mr. Rogers. Let’s have a chat.”

Rogers was extremely exhausted.

Although he didn't know what Eleanor was up to, he couldn't resist his instincts and chose to sit down.

Just sat down

"what!!!!"

A painful scream came from the next room.

Rogers sprang up like a spring, looking at the room with a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face.

He recognized the voice.

It's Andrew's voice!

"You...you're torturing Andrew?!"

He exclaimed incredulously, “How dare you… He’s a member of parliament! How could you take lynching against a member of parliament!”

Rogers didn't really care what would happen to Andrew.

What he feared was that if even members of parliament had to suffer such torment, what about himself?

It's only going to get worse!

……

At this moment, in the next room.

Andrew collapsed to the ground, sobbing.

That scream was from when he fell off the chair.

In fact, no one touched him; it was simply because his legs were so weak that he couldn't even sit up straight.

There is no other reason.

At this moment, a row of people wearing medical white coats, masks, and leather gloves stood in front of Andrew.

Seeing someone like that in a hospital would give you peace of mind.

But what if it's an interrogation room?

That would only bring boundless fear.

Edgar sat opposite Andrew, looking down on the once-powerful congressman who was now in such a sorry state.

“Mr. Andrew, please stand up yourself.”

Edgar said, "We haven't tortured you in the two days you've been here. If you end up covered in wounds, it will be a real problem for us."

"What...what are you going to do to me...?"

Andrew tried to stand up several times, but each time he fell back down because his legs were too weak.

His eyes kept glancing at the medical briefcases being carried by the group of people in white coats.

What's inside?

Germs? Poison? Or truth serum?!

Edgar took out a tape recorder, the very one Rogers owned.

"We don't want to do anything right now."

Edgar said, "All we need is for you to explain how you conspired with Rogers to cast a spell on Mr. Eleanor and then further harm the president."

"Harm the president? No! No! I didn't... You can't frame me... I refused! I really refused!"

Andrew was sobbing and weeping, having long lost his former dignity and composure.

He crawled to Edgar's feet, trying to grab Edgar's leg and beg for mercy, but was kicked away in disgust.

"I really refused!"

Andrew kept repeating the same sentence.

"I have no complaints about the president, I fully support all of the president's decisions, and I am innocent!"

"Ugh……"

Edgar sighed deeply, "Looks like you still want to fight to the bitter end!"

After saying that, she gave a signal to the person in the white coat behind her.

A person in a white coat opened a briefcase, took out a syringe containing an unknown drug.

He gently pushed the syringe, and a little medicine was squeezed out from the needle.

Upon seeing this, Andrew was utterly terrified.

"I'll talk! I'll talk!"

He pleaded, "Whatever it is, whether it's funding veterans' groups or tax evasion, I'll tell you anything you ask! Please don't give me the injection! Please don't..."

"Why didn't you cooperate like this earlier?"

Edgar shook his head and sighed, helpless.

……

Another interrogation room.

Eleanor looked at Rogers.

“We did not torture Mr. Andrew.”

Before he could finish speaking, Andrew's voice came from next door.

"Do not!!!"

Rogers' face turned deathly pale instantly.

This is what you call not using torture?!

Why did Andrew let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered?!

He wanted to speak.

But the pitiful sounds from next door still echoed in his mind.

Eleanor looked at him, her voice still gentle.

“Please have a seat, Mr. Rogers.”

Rogers didn't hesitate this time and immediately sat back down.

“That’s more like it!” Elinor exclaimed approvingly.

In this room, you can vaguely hear sounds from next door.

They seemed to be talking, but the content was unclear.

Only the screams were exceptionally clear.

This was intentionally designed; a typical interrogation room wouldn't have such poor soundproofing.

Rogers was terrified.

"I...I didn't participate in any espionage activities. You've arrested the wrong person."

This was Rogers' last struggle.

Although he knew it might not make much of a difference.

When Eleanor appeared, Rogers already realized that the matter of St. Joseph's Cathedral might have been uncovered.

Rogers was not surprised by this.

Since I'm not a professional intelligence agent, I'm bound to leave some traces when I contact the church, which could lead to me being tracked.

but

Rogers knew very well that it didn't matter if he was found out, but the key was to make sure it only went as far as he could.

Richard Morgan must not be implicated.

Rogers has his own professional ethics!

However, upon hearing this answer, Eleanor frowned, and displeasure appeared on her face.

"Rogers!"

Eleanor's voice hardened.

"Even now, you're still trying to deny it? And you even want to use the word 'event' to lightly brush off what you did?!"

Don't think we don't know!

"Those foreign weapons in St. Joseph's Cathedral were smuggled with your assistance!"

"Richard Morgan had already contacted us before, and he explained his cooperation with you in detail!"

"He admitted that he instructed you to contact the spellcaster and launch a mental attack on me!"

Rogers was dumbfounded.

Richard confessed?! That's impossible!

Doesn't he believe he can help him take the blame?

Richard told us that he was willing to admit these things.

"But he never expected that you would be so treacherous, taking advantage of the opportunity to help with the work to collude with foreign forces, smuggle weapons, and plot to overthrow the federal government!"

what! ?

Subverting the Federation?!

Upon hearing this word, Rogers froze into a statue for a moment.