Modern technology is so advanced that various surveillance and inspection equipnt are incredibly precise.
So, Liu Mang's small actions still didn't escape the precise surveillance equipnt.
It's worth noting that the people under Six initially pulled out the surveillance from when the toxin of Jin Guard relapsed, and it didn't take long before they discovered Liu Mang's small gesture of throwing the gas container under the operating table.
His seemingly casual action was also caught by everyone's eyes.
In reality, the situation at the ti was quite urgent, leading to Liu Mang being unprepared and flustered, directly tossing the evidence under the operating table. If he were given another chance, he might seek a blind spot in the surveillance, at least not exposing himself so quickly.
Upon hearing this result, Nan Qiu's face was as dark as the dense clouds in the sky, ready to unleash thunder, lightning, and torrential rain at any mont.
Lin Tian secretly chuckled to himself; this was precisely the outco he wanted; it seed Liu Mang was really out of luck this ti.
The presidential suite also has a study with eight categorized bookshelves containing a total of three thousand two hundred books, practically a small library.
Nan Qiu and Lin Tian sat at the edge of the desk, while Long Face Six took paper and pen, sitting on the side. They also placed a chair opposite and then 'invited' Liu Mang over. This was essentially a simplified interrogation room.
Of course, this interrogation room looked very 'civilized,' without any torture devices. But if Nan Qiu casually called soone over and employed any ans, Liu Mang would be rendered unable to live or die.
The mont Liu Mang was brought over, his entire nervous system was on the verge of collapse. Although he didn't wet his pants with nervousness, he still swallowed hard from ti to ti, his expression extrely unnatural, as if he were walking to the execution ground.
"Mr. Liu, do you know why we invited you here?" Nan Qiu asked expressionlessly, his calm deanor reminiscent of the calm before a storm.
Liu Mang's voice was a bit hesitant, his eyes dodging as he replied, "I don't, don't know!"
"Actually, it's nothing much, just a piece of footage for you to see."
After Nan Qiu finished speaking, soone brought over a laptop, opened a piece of surveillance footage, and placed it in front of Liu Mang.
This video was watched by Lin Tian earlier—it was the scene where he threw the gas container under the operating table.
With this piece of surveillance footage, even if he jumped into the Yellow River, he wouldn't be able to clear his na.
After watching it, Liu Mang swallowed again and replied, "Why, why are you showing this to ? I don't understand what you an."
"The explosion of Jin Guard's toxin was because the small device you tossed contained gas that induced the toxin. If you continue to play dumb, then you are choosing not to cooperate."
Nan Qiu's voice was deep and his awkward Mandarin sounded quite amusing.
"That's not mine! It has nothing to do with !" Liu Mang pointed at Lin Tian and shouted, "It's him! He's the one who gave it to ! He sneaked it into my pocket when he was massaging my shoulders!"
"Oh? Then do you have any evidence?" Lin Tian asked smugly.
Liu Mang glared at Lin Tian in fury, his teeth clenched as if he wanted to swallow Lin Tian whole.
"Even though I don't have any evidence! But you did it!" After speaking, Liu Mang looked at Nan Qiu like a pitiful puppy and said, "You have to believe ! I'm not the one trying to harm your Jin Guard!"
Nan Qiu glanced lightly at Lin Tian beside him, his emotions unchanged, rely asking indifferently, "Do you have any evidence? We only found your fingerprints on it."
"What?!" Liu Mang exclaid in shock, looking at Lin Tian, growing more and more furious. He had no preparation, while his opponent was fully prepared—is there anything more despairing?
Facing his furious expression, nearly on the brink of collapse, Lin Tian only returned a smile, as smug as could be, as if he had reached the nadir of shalessness.
A single fingerprint—when obtaining fifty national treasures, wasn't the fingerprint of the Sakula Country's people said to be acquired with ease?
Lin Tian had learned so things from the Security Managent Institute; getting a fingerprint was a piece of cake.
Lin Tian laughed and said, "If you don't have evidence, then it's slander, and your words have no credibility. I've been wondering how the female dog next door got pregnant last year; I suspect you did it."
Already tense, combined with Lin Tian's provocation, Liu Mang's facial muscles were twitching, and he cursed harshly, "You're full of shit!"
"But you were the first to spout nonsense, and from your mouth no less; it stinks unbearably."
"Okay, enough arguing," Nan Qiu couldn't help but intervene; the originally serious setting had turned into a rowdy marketplace brawl because of these two. Quite serious, isn't it!
"Mr. Liu, you've already seen the surveillance footage, and your fingerprints are on the evidence. Your cri is solid. Slandering others is of no use; compared to you, Jin Guard's illness was almost completely cured by Lin Tian—does anyone believe your claim?"
Listening to Nan Qiu's words, Liu Mang's face gradually turned ashen. He only felt a sense of stifling suffocation and frustration, born from his heart. If he were given another chance, he would handle things more perfectly.
Lin Tian was very pleased to see this expression—already resigned to a deathly fate, an air of surrender.
"On your first day here, you signed a confidentiality agreent and a responsibility agreent. What you've done constitutes a cri; as citizens of our country, there's no need for any courtroom; we have the right to execute you directly!" Nan Qiu said coldly, "If you confess about the accomplices and the masterminds behind this, perhaps your sentence could be reduced."
Lin Tian glanced disdainfully at Liu Mang and muttered, "Such a disgrace! You've disgraced us abroad!"
"There, there's no mastermind, nor any accomplice. I did it all alone!"
Liu Mang suddenly spoke with surprising firmness, like a would-be martyr facing death.
"Huh." Nan Qiu scoffed dismissively, "All alone? Fine, then tell where you got that precise gas container? And, how did you manage to produce gas targeting the toxins in Jin Guard's body?"
Liu Mang's face turned red with sha; he wanted to rebut but found himself speechless. Indeed, every word he spoke was filled with loopholes—how could he possibly explain it clearly?
In the end, the helpless Liu Mang had only one option: to remain silent, saying nothing, sitting dumbly like a wooden figure.
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