"Mr. Helo, what should I do now?" Trento politely threw the initiative to Hoden.

Huodeng glanced at the warm scene in the public area. Because it was too formal and too orderly, it did not have the closeness of the eighth jurisdiction, and could feel the lingering sense of restraint in every corner.

"Let's start by looking through the case file and waiting for the arrival of the two witnesses." Hoden said casually with his face.

Trento was very satisfied with the answer, "No problem."

But before he could finish searching for the document, a young security officer appeared, and quickly ran over and said in Trento's ear. In just a few words, the keywords of "director" and "talk", and the security officer's worried eyes were captured, and the answer blurted out-

Obviously, Trento's re-opening of the case investigation was "discovered". Now, he needs to make a brilliant debut with the chicken feather arrow "Horden-Hello".

But Trento was not ready to "trouble" Hoden, but said with a smile, "I still have some things to deal with, and I will be able to join you soon. Now, I ask Axel to take you to the conference room and then search for the documents for you, and the witness will arrive here soon."

Ray Peters glanced at Hoden in the light, and then quickly exchanged a glance with Brutes. "Captain Trento Squadron, Bruce and I are going to visit the director. If he is busy now, then forget it, but if not, we need to express our gratitude for the last incident, and my father has been mentioning that matter."

Without mentioning Hoden or revealing Trento's excuse, Ray Peters seemed to have just mentioned a small matter:

When younger generations arrive at the elders’ workplace, they say hello politely and reminisce about the past. This is indeed a necessary part of social occasions.

But Trento saw the attitudes of Ray Peters and Brutes, and his attitude changed subtly, "Of course there is no problem, so let Axel take them to the conference room, and I will take you to visit the director in person."

Brutes shook and hinted at Hoden, and then took the initiative to walk towards Trento with Ray Peters, and the three of them walked towards the far-reaching direction of the security forces corridor.

Isa's reaction was still a little slow to go back and forth to these noble classes, and asked Hoden with his eyes, "Is it okay?"

Huoden's eyes flashed slightly, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Isa reacted and looked thoughtfully in the direction where the three of them left.

The young sheriff named Axel coughed twice awkwardly, "Please allow me to lead you to the conference room. I will sort out the Alber case files and then take them over. The entire case files are not complicated and should be able to be read soon."

While explaining, Axelle guided him and walked towards the conference room with Isa, Hoden and Robben.

The public area's sight was rustling, and the whispering and ears contained complex emotions. The eyes were full of curiosity but did not dare to look at them boldly, as if they were enjoying the appearance of the "strange people" circus.

This made Robben very uncomfortable:

Who can tell him why he appears here?

...

The restless heat wave was still quietly surging in the air. The figures passing outside the windows were constantly uninterrupted, without blatantly looking and talking, but the attention hidden under the calm surface never stopped. The action of covering the ears and stealing the bell directly upgraded the circus to a zoo, which was even more irritable.

"ah……!"

It was Isa who sighed to the sky.

Isa looked at Hoden who was carefully reading the sect, and then glanced at Robben, who was closing his eyes and resting. He turned his head suddenly and could see the shadows outside the window disappearing quickly, leaving only a shaking figure and trivial sound, which made Isa very depressed.

"Aren't you going to say something?"

Isa lowered her voice and complained, "We are not a circus!"

In fact, Robben is the real frustration.

He disliked such a look more than Isa, like a light on his back and a thorn in his throat. Even though he was always good at hiding his emotions, he had to close his eyes to find his inner peace again. Otherwise, he wouldn't know how long he could endure it. Now the idea of ​​firing a series of fireballs to the ground directly shining the entire security team was emitting a tempting light in his mind. He needed to calm down himself.

Huoden, who was reading the sect, said suddenly, "It should be a good idea to collect tickets. Just hold a horse for each person. Maybe we will become a circus group?"

"..." Isa was speechless and thought about it seriously, but she couldn't refute it.

Taking a deep breath, Isa forced himself to calm down, and today he still has the heavy responsibility.

"What did you find?" Isa asked in a low voice, looking at Hoden's movements carefully, then noticed the abnormality, and then asked again, "You are not reviewing Alber's case, are you?"

The smile on the corner of Hoden's mouth rose gently, and he didn't say anything more, but divided the book in front of him to Isa.

At this time, a new group of security guards watching the circus appeared outside the window again.

"What is he doing?"

“Read the volume.”

"What? The squadron leader has read that squadron again and again for more than ten or twenty times, but still no loopholes have been found. Can he just sit there and do it again? What can he find?"

"Performance."

"What's the meaning?"

"I tell you, he must be performing. Even if he doesn't know anything, he must pretend to be confident. Otherwise, how could he fool so many people? He probably didn't know what he was watching, he was just pretending to read."

"It makes sense. But you have to admit that he still looks like he is a little tricky."

"That's right, otherwise how could those guys in the Eighth District be fooled?"

"What about... what about your highness?"

"Your Highness should have another purpose, for example, use him to divert attention, or use him as a target, and deliberately praise him. How can we see through your Highness's vision?"

"Do you think he can't help?"

"What do you think he can do for a child? The captain of Trento thought so, otherwise how could you think he was such a cunning guy..."

Ahem!

The rustling discussion was interrupted by the coughing sounds from the depths of the corridor. Everyone turned their heads one after another, and then the birds and beasts scattered, and the corridor returned to peace again.

Trent looked at Brutes and Ray Peters with a calm expression, as if he had heard nothing just now, and made an invitation gesture, "Please."

Ray Peters's face was a little stinky, and he expressed his dissatisfaction with his expression, but Brutes nodded politely and made a gesture, "Please."
Chapter completed!