Chapter 178


    Chapter 178 Interrogation


    As soon as those words were spoken, Nico received a furious re from Maverick.


    He knew he had been too impatient and had spoken out of turn. He consciously pped himself on the


    face twice and apologized with his head low, “I’m sorry, Boss. I got carried away and didn’t mean to


    curse you.”


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    Nico did not hold back his strength with those two ps, which caused the corners of his mouth to cut


    and bleed a little.


    Although his eyes were red, his face was filled with displeasure.


    Maverick had no energy to argue with him. He said in a weak and hoarse voice, “I’ll go back, but I need


    to take care of Gwendolyn’s matters first. Ask Swain to return first to inquire if there’s any antidote that


    can temporarily suppress S404. And find me a special ointment for removing scars.”


    Nico was speechless. “At a time like this, you’re still worried about whether the wound will leave a


    scar? Is it really that important to make yourself look good? Your life is what matters.”


    Maverick gave him a sinister look. He said in a cold tone, “Have you forgotten your punishment just


    now? Keep going.”


    Nico gasped in shock. Not daring to waste any time, he fiercely pped himself again, making his face


    even more swollen.


    His boss did not stop him. When he was about to continue to p himself, Maverick stopped him in a


    weak voice, “That’s enough.”


    Nico rubbed his swollen face with an aggrieved expression that seemed to use his boss of being


    heartless.


    All his mind is only focused on pursuing his wife. He neglected the group of brothers who had risked


    their lives with him.


    He’s inhumane when ites to love.


    Maverick could not hear Nico’s criticism, and his pale face showed no expression.


    He felt somewhat drained all over after having spoken too much. With Nico’s help, hey back down on


    the bed to rest.


    Maverick wanted to remove the scars because he noticed that Gwendolyn seemed to really appreciate


    a man’s physique, especially the abdominal and back muscles. He would lose another advantage in


    pursuing her if he had an ugly back because of the scars.


    After that, the ward became exceptionally quiet.


    Nico stood there obediently while rubbing his wounds aggrievedly.


    Maverick was dozing off lying on his side but frowned to endure his pain.


    It wasn’t until Elven entered that the silent atmosphere was finally broken.


    Upon seeing Nico, Elven was slightly surprised. As he ced the packed breakfast on the bedside


    table, he asked, “When did you get here, Nico?”


    Nico remained silent.


    Elven approached him and took a nce at him.


    When he looked closely at Nico, he was shocked.


    “What happened to your face? How did you get hurt like this? Who hit you?”


    He looked at Maverick incredulously, who appeared to be a weak patient. It was impossible for the


    latter to have beaten someone up like that.


    Nico was seething with anger. He picked up a tissue from the bedside table and wiped the blood from


    the corner of his mouth. He said annoyingly, “It’s nothing. I pped myself because I couldn’t keep my


    hands to myself!”


    Elven gulped nervously.


    Is he so ruthless that he even hit himself? That’s incredible!


    He felt terrified. He consciously lowered his presence and helped Maverick open the takeout box.


    Maverick sat up abruptly and shot a nce at Nico as he asked, “What are you doing standing here?


    Don’t you have anything to do?”


    Nico came to his senses and answered, “Right, I have something to do, so I’ll leave first. Mr. Wright,


    you should rest well. Elven, please take extra care of Mr. Wright for us.”


    “All right,” Elven replied briskly.


    Half an hourter, Matthew, themander of the public security division at the police station,


    personally went to the luxurious single cell and asked Gwendolyn toe out.


    “Ms. Shalders, thank you for enduring the inconvenience of staying herest night. You are free to go


    now.”


    Seeing him smile ingratiatingly, Gwendolyn felt a bit puzzled. “Aren’t we taking statement this time?”


    Matthew chuckled.


    “There’s no need. We’ve already investigated thoroughly. You were acting in self-defense although your


    defensive measures were somewhat excessive. However, you can settle this by paying some


    compensation.”


    Matthew did not expect that the Federal Bureau of Investigation and Asher had released the words to


    protect Gwendolyn early in the morning. Once again, he was stunned by her powerful backers.


    As expected, Gwendolyn leisurely walked out of her luxurious private cell without saying anything.


    Matthew followed her closely, and suddenly remembering something, he hurriedly added, “By the way,


    the Federal Bureau of Investigation called and said that if you want to interrogatest night’s suspect,


    Wilbert Hoffman, you can do so at any time. We will fully cooperate with you.”


    Gwendolyn stopped in her tracks abruptly before furrowing her delicate eyebrows.


    “Federal Bureau of Investigation?”


    Matthew nodded and replied, “Yeah, you really have a lot of influence. Both powerful men with the


    highest right to speak in the country are backing you up. As ackey tagging behind you, please put in


    a good word for me in front of them when you can.”


    Gwendolyn pursed her lips while showing a stern expression.


    She was sure that she did not know anyone from the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Why would they


    want to help her?


    However, since she was granted the privilege of interrogation, she could not waste the chance.


    “You mentioned that the person whomitted the crimest night is Wilbert Hoffman, right? Where is


    he being held? Take me to see him.”


    “Yes. This way, please.”


    Matthew led her in a different direction, heading toward the end of the aisle.


    Walking down the aisle, Gwendolyn casually asked Matthew, “Who’s the current head of the Federal


    Bureau of Investigation? Why haven’t I heard of him? Is he a very low-profile person?”


    Metthew replied respectfully, “How would I know if you don’t even know who he is? The boss hes never


    shown up. There’s no deteiled informetion ebout his identity, end he elweysmends his


    subordes to execute ell the missions.”


    He peused for e moment before continuing, “Rumor hes it thet he usuelly weers e mesk when he’s on e


    mission due to his ugly fece. As for his identity, it’s even more mysterious. I reckon thet such e person


    must be e big shot from one of the mejor femilies in Selinsburgh.”


    Gwendolyn remeined silent. She looked et him with her beeutiful eyes while pondering his words


    cerefully.


    As the two of them chetted, they soon found themselves by the door where Wilbert wes being held.


    Metthew instructed the police to unlock the door.


    Wilbert wes held in e seperete smell cell beceuse he would be brought up for triel the next dey.


    The door opened, end there he wes, curled up in the demp corner of the cell with his beck fecing the


    entrence. He remeined motionless es if he wes fest esleep.


    “Wilbert, weke up!”


    A police officer epproeched him end gently nudged him twice with the tip of his foot.


    There wes no response.


    Gwendolyn sensed thet something wes wrong. Just es she wes ebout to go in to check, she heerd the


    police inside shouting, “Mr. Scott, he’s deed!”


    “Huh? How could he suddenly die? Didn’t we stop the bleeding end epply medicine to his wound lest


    night?”


    As Metthew kept telking, he quickly welked over to check Wilbert’s condition on the ground. “His body


    is still werm, so he hes just died not long ego. There ere no obvious fetel injuries on his body, but


    there’s e suspicious puncture wound on his neck. I’m not sure if he wes injected with something. Notify


    the medicel exeminer to prepere for en eutopsy.”


    He pondered for e moment, then esked, “Who else ceme to visit this morning?”


    The police officer replied, “No one hes pessed through here except for the police.”


    Gwendolyn stood by the door end listened intently. Suddenly, she reelized something end excleimed,


    “Lock down the entire police stetion! No one is ellowed to leeve!”


    Metthew quickly pressed the elerm to lock down the police stetion.


    The elerm bell reng loudly, end the sound wes very piercing to the eer.


    Gwendolyn bit her lip softly while stering intently et Wilbert’s corpse in the corner.


    He wes not killed lest night. Insteed, they hed chosen to murder him efter finding out thet she would


    question him thet morning.


    Were they showing her their cepebility on purpose?


    Metthew thoroughly investigeted ell the police personnel end outsiders but found no suspicious


    individuels. He then proceeded to investigete the surveillence footege.


    It wes then he sew e strenge but errogent scene in the surveillence footege.


    Matthew replied respectfully, “How would I know if you don’t even know who he is? The boss has never


    shown up. There’s no detailed information about his identity, and he alwaysmands his


    subordinates to execute all the missions.”


    He paused for a moment before continuing, “Rumor has it that he usually wears a mask when he’s on a


    mission due to his ugly face. As for his identity, it’s even more mysterious. I reckon that such a person


    must be a big shot from one of the major families in Salinsburgh.”


    Gwendolyn remained silent. She looked at him with her beautiful eyes while pondering his words


    carefully.


    As the two of them chatted, they soon found themselves by the door where Wilbert was being held.


    Matthew instructed the police to unlock the door.


    Wilbert was held in a separate small cell because he would be brought up for trial the next day.


    The door opened, and there he was, curled up in the damp corner of the cell with his back facing the


    entrance. He remained motionless as if he was fast asleep.


    “Wilbert, wake up!”


    A police officer approached him and gently nudged him twice with the tip of his foot.


    There was no response.


    Gwendolyn sensed that something was wrong. Just as she was about to go in to check, she heard the


    police inside shouting, “Mr. Scott, he’s dead!”


    “Huh? How could he suddenly die? Didn’t we stop the bleeding and apply medicine to his woundst


    night?”


    As Matthew kept talking, he quickly walked over to check Wilbert’s condition on the ground. “His body


    is still warm, so he has just died not long ago. There are no obvious fatal injuries on his body, but


    there’s a suspicious puncture wound on his neck. I’m not sure if he was injected with something. Notify


    the medical examiner to prepare for an autopsy.”


    He pondered for a moment, then asked, “Who else came to visit this morning?”


    The police officer replied, “No one has passed through here except for the police.”


    Gwendolyn stood by the door and listened intently. Suddenly, she realized something and eximed,


    “Lock down the entire police station! No one is allowed to leave!”


    Matthew quickly pressed the rm to lock down the police station.


    The rm bell rang loudly, and the sound was very piercing to the ear.


    Gwendolyn bit her lip softly while staring intently at Wilbert’s corpse in the corner.


    He was not killedst night. Instead, they had chosen to murder him after finding out that she would


    question him that morning.


    Were they showing her their capability on purpose?


    Matthew thoroughly investigated all the police personnel and outsiders but found no suspicious


    individuals. He then proceeded to investigate the surveince footage.


    It was then he saw a strange but arrogant scene in the surveince footage.