Although Police Chief Thomas Cisse was confused, he did not speak out directly about this matter.
It's not that he doesn't want Raymond Eddie to know, it's mainly because he knows the other person's character very well. Once he tells the other party the news, the other party will definitely take direct action without hesitation.
But now all this is his guess, and he cannot let Raymond Eddie attack the opponent's general again just because of his guess.
After the last assassination incident, General Fang must have had tighter protection. If he tried to attack him again at this time, the opponent might take the opportunity to bite him.
They couldn't take risks. After all, once they found out about the Eddie family, their relationship with the Eddie family would definitely not be concealed.
What Thomas Eddy doesn't know is that everyone related to the Eddy family is now under close surveillance.
Everyone's every move is under the supervision of the Second Department of the Logistics Department.
The Investigation Department of Fangyuan Group withdrew all personnel in accordance with Fang Lang's order.
It's not that Fang Lang doesn't trust the Investigation Department, on the contrary, he regards them as his most secret trump cards, so he deliberately hides them to avoid letting anyone know of their existence.
Now this force was not strong enough, so Fang Lang asked Zhong Ze to find two kind pastors and open two orphanages in Sao Paulo and Rio de Janeiro in their names.
He began to adopt many orphans from the society, and selected those with potential from these orphans and sent them to a farm in Rio Grande do Sul for training.
Among these orphans were whites, blacks, rednecks, and all skin colors. The oldest was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and the youngest was only six or seven years old.
Of course, the procedure is not to simply send people away, but to adopt them in the names of various people, but in fact these adoptees do not exist at all. This is a way to deal with government inspections.
Maybe when these little guys really start teaching, there may be a small fire in this orphanage.
Some documents may have been destroyed by fire, and it is difficult to say in what capacity these orphans will return to society.
At this moment, a large number of reporters were gathered outside the police headquarters. Most of them were holding notebooks, some were holding cameras, and the most special one was that there were two people who were playing with a camera.
For a while, other reporters around him looked at him with suspicion. After all, using cameras for news interviews was a new thing in this era.
But these are real journalists, so there’s nothing weird about it.
But there are actually two people with special identities in this group of people. They are not ordinary reporters, but agents from the Second Section of the Logistics Department.
Of course, the purpose of their coming here was not for interviews. Although they were dressed like ordinary reporters, they held simple notebooks and pens in their hands.
But the bags they carry are slightly larger than ordinary bags.
Time passed little by little, but everyone's request to go in for an interview was never approved, and the person they wanted to interview never showed up.
This made the reporters waiting at the door of the police headquarters dissatisfied, and they started making noises, demanding a face-to-face interview with Raymond Eddy.
I don't know how long it took, but a young man in a suit and leather shoes who looked very imposing, who didn't know what he was thinking, slipped in directly from the guard blocking the door.
Completely ignoring the shouts of the guards behind him, he ran towards the office building of the police headquarters.
This was a hornet's nest. The reporters who were blocked outside could not allow such good news to be obtained exclusively by their colleagues. They also broke through the blockade unruly and rushed into the police headquarters building.
All of a sudden, there was a lot of excitement and people were on their backs.
The two agents from the Second Section of the Logistics Office looked at each other and followed the crowd towards the office building without any courtesy.
But the two people were completely different from the others in their blindness. As if they knew the layout of the police headquarters, they went directly to a restroom on the second floor.
The two people who were dressed as reporters when they entered had already changed into police uniforms when they came out.
The two people who walked out of the toilet looked at each other and nodded.
I started walking upstairs, and when I passed by the Director of Public Security's office on the fourth floor, I happened to see a group of reporters blocking a large group of police officers at the door of the Director of Public Security's office.
They were chattering about something, and the people being questioned were the chief of police and the director of the Public Security Department.
With just one glance, the two of them could see how ugly the faces of the people surrounded were.
But facing the reporters' cameras that kept taking pictures, he had to show his generosity, forced a smile on his face, and barely dealt with the reporters' questions.
The two looked at each other with smiles in their eyes, nodded slightly, and lowered the brim of their hats.
He walked past everyone as if nothing had happened, and arrived outside the office of the Chief of Police without any hindrance. However, he saw the Secretary of the Chief of Police still working outside the office.
After the two made eye contact, one of them walked directly to the secretary and said:
"Mr. Chief was surrounded by reporters outside Director Eddie's office."
The secretary was stunned and said with a surprised look on his face:
"How did the reporter get in?"
"I don't know either! But I saw Mr. General being surrounded inside, and the situation seemed not good.
So, come here and let me know if you need help? "
The secretary didn't think anything was wrong when he moved in, but when he heard that the leader's situation was not good, he didn't have time to think about it, so he stood up and said:
"Thank you for the reminder, I'll go over and take a look now."
The young man watched the secretary leave, but the person who came with him had already opened the door of the director's office and slipped in.
After looking at the surrounding environment, the young man came to the rest area at the door of the office and sat down, waiting patiently like a junior cadre waiting for an interview with the leader.
By the way, I would like to warn my companions inside.
After more than ten minutes, the director's office door was opened from the inside. His companion glanced at the young man waiting at the door and nodded to him.
The young man looked around and found nothing unusual, then nodded to his companion.
The companion pushed open the door and walked out. After the two met again at the door, they went downstairs without stopping and walked out of the police headquarters building in a swagger.
No longer pay attention to what happens inside.
The two of them walked not far, turned into an alley, came to the downstairs of an apartment not far from the police headquarters, and knocked on the door regularly.
Soon the door was opened from the inside. The people inside looked at the two people, nodded to each other and let them in.
The two went directly to a room on the second floor. There was a person looking at documents on the desk in the room.
Seeing the two people coming in, the man raised his head. It was Silva Carpenter, deputy chief of the Natal Police Department and from the Second Logistics Division.
"Is everything going well?"
The two looked at each other and laughed:
"Haha...Sir, it went smoothly beyond imagination. The people at the police headquarters were all pestered by the reporters.
We entered Chief Cisse's office easily. "
Hearing that things went well, Silva Carpenter let out a sigh of relief. This operation was actually very risky.
Sneaking into the office of the Chief of the Brazilian Police. If discovered, the consequences would be very serious.
But now their investigation results show that the police chief is actually the secretary-general of the Police Club, and the list of all club members is kept in his office.
If they want to know exactly who is in this club, they must get this list.
It was impossible for the chief of police to hand over such an important thing to them. In order to grasp the situation as quickly as possible, he could only make the next step.
"Did you find anything?"
"Yes, sir.
All the lists I have been photographed with this tiny camera. "
The young man who sneaked into the office took out a mahjong-sized camera from his pocket and handed it to Silva Carpenter.
Silva Carpenter looked at the miniature camera in front of him with a satisfied smile on his face.
With this list, it means that all members of the Police Club are under their control.
As for the people on this list, how they need to be dealt with in the future is not something he can decide.
Just when Silva Carpenter was happy that he had completed his mission, Raymond Eddy of the Police Department was already on the verge of breaking out.
He had just communicated with Police Chief Thomas Cisse on how to handle this matter and was about to sneak home when a group of reporters blocked the door of his office.
Before he could understand what was going on, there was the sound of cameras taking pictures at the door, and flash lights that were lit from time to time, almost blinding him.
Raymond Eddie, who was already simmering with anger, was about to explode in an instant.
Fortunately, Thomas Cisse, who was following him, reacted quickly, grabbed Raymond Eddy who was about to explode, and dragged him behind him.
He pushed himself to the front.
And took the opportunity to whisper in Raymond Eddie's ear:
"Don't say anything, I'll answer anything you have to say."
After finishing speaking, he straightened his clothes and stood in front of the reporters.
He coughed twice and prepared to comfort the reporters who broke in.
But these reporters were obviously not prepared to listen to what he had to say. Everyone's target was Raymond Eddy.
A bunch of long guns and cannons passed directly over Thomas Cisse and hit Raymond Eddy in the face.
Some of them even hit Raymond Eddie, which made Raymond Eddie furious, but he also understood that now he was in public and he had to maintain his image.
Therefore, he gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to get angry, and took a step back slightly.
"Director Eddie, please talk about your purpose of smuggling arms."
"Mr. Eddie, as the director of the Public Security Department of the Police Headquarters, why do you know the law and break the law?"
"Mr. Eddie, how did you become the Chief of the Security Division of the Police Headquarters at such a young age?"
"Mr. Eddie, is arms smuggling a private act of yours or an act of the police headquarters?"
"Mr. Eddie, I heard that your father was the previous deputy minister of justice. Does your ability to become the director of the Public Security Department at such a young age have something to do with your father?"
"Mr. Eddie, is arms smuggling your family business? How long has your family been involved in arms smuggling?"
The reporters asked sharp questions one after another, making all the police officers at the scene look livid.
The police who had been responsible for stopping these reporters forcefully pushed all the reporters more than one meter away, only to be pushed back by the reporters again.
Police officers passing by also joined in and pushed the reporters back more than two meters.
Police Chief Thomas Cisse finally had some room for action.
He has met reporters many times to answer questions, but today's is the craziest one he has ever encountered, bar none.
Obviously, everyone is more concerned about this big news than any information disclosed by the police headquarters in the past.
This is also strange for him. After all, the Brazilian government has only relaxed press controls in the past two years.
The original news media were all government mouthpieces, and they promoted positive images and information of the government to the outside world.
Everyone is doing some normal publicity work at the request of the government. There is no need to be too active.
But as the saying goes, good things don’t go out, but bad things spread thousands of miles.
Some people have done some good deeds. Even if people see it in the newspaper, everyone may just say "Oh!" and think: Such a thing! Nothing surprising! I can do it too.
But if someone has done something bad, it will spread very quickly. Everyone will meet and discuss their opinions on the matter. Whether they are familiar people or strangers, they can be found instantly. common topic.
And discussed endlessly.
For the media, bad news spreads more quickly, can arouse heated discussions among the masses, and increase newspaper sales.
At the same time, the most important thing is to reflect the media’s supervisory role on the government.
Therefore, the enthusiasm of journalists is completely different.
When Thomas Cisse saw that the reporters were all stopped at a safe distance of one meter away, he coughed twice and said:
“Dear journalists, please calm down for a moment.
I am Tomás Cisse, the Brazilian police chief. I have just learned about the news reported by the Brazilian Times today.
We still need to investigate whether the matter is true or false.
Now, based on a baseless report, everyone will suspect that the top brass of the Brazilian Police are too hasty.
So I hope that everyone can give us the Police Headquarters some time to get to the bottom of this matter, and then we can report the actual situation to everyone, okay? "
As soon as he finished speaking, the reporters were already targeting Thomas Cisse.
"Mr. Chief, are you questioning the authenticity of this report?"
"Mr. Chief, are you trying to protect Director Eddie?"
"Excuse me, what is the relationship between Mr. Chief and Director Eddie?"
"Mr. Chief, are you also involved in this arms smuggling case?"
"Mr. Chief, is this arms smuggling an act of the Police Headquarters?"
"I would like to ask Mr. General, why was there no follow-up to the first arms smuggling case after the navy was handed over to the Recife police station? Is it because the local police station was also involved?"
"Mr. Chief, what are you going to do with Director Eddie?"
"Mr. Chief, do you want to delay?"
The reporters bombarded Police Chief Thomas Cisse with questions like a barrage of questions. For a moment, he didn't know how to answer, and even sweat began to form on his forehead.
