The Great Showbiz Commando

Chapter 50 Keep Silent



Chapter 50 Keep Silent

The bodyguard looked into the ward and whispered what had just happened to Richard. Richard

understood and nodded. He opened the door of the ward slowly and walked to Muriel's bed to continue

to guard her.

He was usually busy with his work while Muriel had to stay in the shooting set all the time. They could

only text or call each other every day, so he cherished the opportunity of being alone with her.

In the police station of capital city, the policeman on duty saw a tall man escorting a man in strange

clothes in.

Max was held like a little bird by the bodyguards. Looking at the police in the police station, he kept

crying. He knew that his life was over.

Confused, the policeman stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong?"

Victor, who followed the bodyguards, walked over and said to the policeman, "Hello, I'm Victor,

Secretary of the Chairman of XR Group."

The policeman had gone to the hospital to learn some basic information about Muriel, so he recognized

Victor at a glance. He pointed at the man whose hands were tied behind him and asked, "Who is this?"

Victor pushed his glasses and said, "According to our observation, it is obvious that someone

deliberately wanted to kill Muriel, so our CEO arranged two bodyguards outside the ward. At about

three o'clock in the early morning just now, the man sneaked to the door of Muriel's ward. The

bodyguard walked up to him and asked him about it, but he ran away. The bodyguard felt something

wrong and caught him up, and then this thing fell out of his arms. "

The policeman looked at the thing in Victor's hand and his heart jolted. He had been a policeman for so

many years, and this kind of syringe was the most familiar to him.

The policeman said in a low voice, "It might be drugs."

Victor was a little stunned. Then he handed the syringe and Max to the police and said, "Please, I think

he must have something to do with the shooting of Muriel."

After handing Max to the police, Victor asked the bodyguards to go back to the hospital on their own.

He planned to wait for the interrogation results at the police station.

In the interrogation room, Max sat on the chair with his head down, making it difficult to see his

expression.

The policeman had handed the syringe to his colleague to check if there was any drug in it. He looked

at Max and asked, "What's your name?"

Max sat there, dejected. His eyes were empty and he didn't say anything.

"Say something. If the syringe does contain drugs, Whoever illegally holds more than two hundred

grams of opium, less than one kilo of heroin or more than ten grams of and less than fifty grams of ice

or a large amount of other drugs, shall be sentenced to not more than three years' imprisonment,

detention or control, and shall also be fined."

"Those who cover up, hide, transfer, conceal drugs shall be sentenced to less than three years,

detention or public control, and those of serious crimes shall be sentenced to more than three years

and less than ten years." The policeman listed the law terms one after another, which made Max's

heart sink.

The policeman changed the subject, "For the confession, we should consider the stage, degree,

seriousness of the crime and degree of repentance of the crime, and determine the range of leniency. If

you confess your crime honestly and avoid serious consequences, you can reduce the base sentence

by twenty percent to fifty percent. "

"It's good for you to confess earlier."

Max lowered his head and clasped his fingers nervously. He really didn't know if he should say it or not.

It was true that if he confessed earlier, he might be able to commute the sentence, but he was

committing murder! Maybe he would be sentenced to death as soon as he confessed, having no

chance of getting a commuted sentence at all.

At the thought of his death, Max shut up immediately.

The policeman looked at him helplessly. He almost succeeded in persuading him, but Max actually

wanted to say something but stopped on a second thought.

"Knock, knock, knock." A policeman pushed the door open and handed the examination result to him.

The test report said, "high purity heroin."

"The test result has come out. The syringe is filled with high-purity heroin. Who gave you this? What

are you going to do with this syringe? Say something! "

Max lowered his head. He didn't want to say or dare to say. He was afraid that if he did, he would never

have a chance to live again. Now there was no evidence to prove that he had tampered with the props.

At most, it was a charge of hiding poison, and he should be released from prison for a few months or

years.

Three hours had passed, and the police were all thirsty for speaking too much. Max just lowered his

head and said nothing.

The policeman rubbed his eyebrows and went to the water dispenser to get some water. A colleague

passing by asked, "What's wrong? You look so tired. I bought more breakfast today. Would you like to

have one? "

The policeman took a small steamed bun from the bag, took a bite and said vaguely, "In the middle of

the night, XR Group sent two bodyguards to guard the ward of Muriel and then caught a sneaky person

who brought an injection needle of high purity drug. We've been interrogating him for hours, but he

didn't say a word. He's so annoying. "

"I'll go to the interrogation room with you." The two of them put a few mouthfuls of food in a hurry and

started the interrogation.

As soon as the policeman entered the interrogation room, he immediately recognized Max sitting on

the chair. "Hey, you seem to belong to the Storm staff!"

Max thought to himself, 'Damn it! I didn't expect to be recognized so soon.'

"Have you met him before?" The policeman asked in confusion.

The colleague nodded and said, "I seemed to have taken a record of him when I went to the Storm

crew."

Director Quentin was woken up by the phone in the early morning. He picked up the phone and heard

that the police had caught a suspicious person, but the police refused to speak and asked him to

identify the person.

Director Quentin hurriedly got up from the bed, washed up, and then drove to the police station. Led by

the police, he saw Max with a haggard face and strange clothes.

Director Quentin pointed at Max with his trembling fingers and asked, "Why are you here, Max?"

Max lowered his head sadly. He used to be a dutiful and good employee, but now he was controlled by

Sunny. He had no choice but to let her do whatever she wanted. He was too ashamed to face Director

Quentin.

The policeman looked at Director Quentin and asked, "Is this man of your crew?"

Director Quentin nodded, "Yes, Max works in our team. Did he do something on the stage props? "

As soon as he finished his words, Director Quentin was so excited that he wanted to rush over and

beat him. He wanted to ask him what kind of conflict he had with Muriel. He was so vicious.

"Calm down, Director Quentin. There is no direct evidence to prove that Max did it. Don't worry." The This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

policeman pulled Director Quentin back to comfort him.

The interrogation room was quiet again. The policeman asked, "Where did you get the drugs? Why did

you take drugs to Muriel's ward in the middle of the night? Your fingerprints are all on the three props.

At present, you are the most suspected. Do you understand? "


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