Huo En sat at the table, wolfing down fast food—hamburgers, french fries, hot dogs, and a few pieces of beef.
These things were practically "street-side treasures." In Bu Peien, a fast-paced city, people did not consider them particularly low-class.
It was interesting.
The glamorous people on Bu Peien's streets refused to eat at cheap roadside restaurants, yet they did not mind spending an extra dollar or so on a hot dog to deal with lunch.
That was why, on Bu Peien's streets, all kinds of fast-food carts could be seen everywhere from noon until around six in the evening.
"You abused him?" As soon as the military officer responsible for the interrogation entered, he could not help covering his mouth with a folder before whispering to the Bureau of Investigation official beside him.
Interrogations this important were all recorded on video.
If nothing went wrong, that was fine. But if something did, every stage would be reviewed, including the conversations between the interrogators, which would also be recorded.
Both the Federal Bureau of Investigation and the military had lip-reading experts. Covering his mouth slightly was also meant to prevent certain matters from spreading.
They could not let everyone know he had said that. It would make it seem as though the Bureau of Investigation really was suspected of abusing suspects! The Federal Bureau of Investigation official shook his head. "We don't make a habit of abusing suspects."
He cast a thoughtful glance at the military's interrogation expert. He had heard that the military liked using torture. Most people taken away by the military either ended up convicted and thrown into prison, where they languished between life and death,
or disappeared from public view completely.
Apparently sensing something in the other interrogator's eyes, the military interrogation expert smiled and withdrew his