In the office building of the Ninth Department, Nolbe walked down excitedly, holding the washed photos in his hand, and said as he walked.

"It's done, Mashu's shot is quite clear."

"Okay, show it to me."

Annick took the photo and took a picture of the workers on the Hoffman production line from a downward perspective without any protective figures. Some of them squat on the ground, while others were still confused. It seemed that being blinded suddenly made most people uncomfortable.

"Yes, this is enough to prove that Hoffmann does not care about protection at all. If they cooperate with their statements, they can sue it."

Put the photo into the table drawer and return it to Jones tomorrow with the camera.

The report of the attack on Hoffman Company was sent to the third underground floor of the Special Operations Office in the Connia District. Spencer put down the carving knife, blew off the wood chips on the table, opened the kraft paper bag and took a look, and then threw the information into the trash can next to the table.

"Old bat, why did you take a look and throw it away? Isn't this saying that it involves Red 9?"

A palace magician dressed up as a figure emerged from the shadows, and his loose voice seemed to come from mid-air.

"Bad, it's obvious that the little guy doesn't like the black-hearted Hoffman making a prank. Although we can't be sure who Red 9 is, he must be short of tens of thousands of pounds. When did the Cross Rose not be so arrogant as to rob a businessman."

The black shadow demigod ignored him and just bent his index finger gently.

The wind blew the paper bag in the trash can, then floated in front of him, and opened automatically.

The demigod just glanced at the content quickly, then snapped his fingers, and the information was automatically archived onto a shelf not far away.

"Anyway, Red 9 and Cross Rose don't care about this responsibility, just put it on their heads, but you have to knock down the little devil. If this guy doesn't follow the rules, something will happen one day if he continues to play with it."

Spencer didn't care at all. He shook his head and said, "The little devil is quite friendly. Not only did he help me find a tribe member, but I think his loyalty to the kingdom and hatred for bad people are quite good. By the way, have you read the report sent by Al City? I can't hold on to this little devil anymore, I'm afraid that he will grab your beard and pull it in ten years."

"Look, when it comes to the matters involving the four evil gods, the church will communicate with us at the first time. It is good to have strong strength, but the mentality needs to be corrected. I always feel that this guy seems to be safe and has a heart that is not afraid of heaven or earth. Forget it, maybe I am worried too much."

The next day, Annick came to the Pioneer Newspaper with his washed photos and borrowed camera. The receptionist was already familiar with him and did not even need to report it, pointing to Jones's office.

"Editor-in-Chief Jae Le, and Mr. Atrie, Mr. Annick, you can just go in by yourself."

"Okay, thank you."

Jones and Aitry were both sitting on the sofa smoking, seeing Annick come in, holding a photo in his hand, and immediately realize who was attacking the Hoffman factory yesterday.

"I thought you were an honest consultant and would only use your police officer to investigate. I didn't expect you to kill me directly. Everyone outside said that you had knocked down at least ten gun-carrying guards."

Jones said in a teasing tone, then glanced at Atrie sitting next to him.

"Look at ***, I have a good relationship with the consultant. Isn't it just for the first time I met for that beautiful lady? By the way, you really put down ten consultants." .z.br

Annick put on a helpless expression and took out a photo.

"I'm not a murderer or a violent maniac. I just fainted three people on the roof after sneaking in, and then threw a flash bullet in the factory, and made some damage on the left."

When Atri heard this, he didn't have much emotional intelligence and added.

"Well, anyway, the beaten workers were very happy to hear this news, saying that the evil people can't beat the worse guy after all."

"Okay, stop and look at the photos before talking about it. By the way, are there any problems with their report?"

Jones looked at the photo, nodded with satisfaction, and then said.

"There is no problem with the statement, but we found the company we traded with him.

How did we write the supply list?"

When Atri heard this, he took out a piece of wrinkled paper from his coat pocket and spread it out carefully.

"From the company, the above records have completed several transactions of bird-mouth masks and rubber gloves with Hoffman Pesticides last year to this year. The total value will not exceed two pounds. Compared with the protection expenses claimed by Hoffman Pesticides, it is a drop in the bucket."

"It's enough. Even if we lose the lawsuit now, Hoffman Pesticides, as a listed company, has committed financial fraud. Under the fermentation of the Beihai scam in the past, the regional government cannot spare him. What are the shortfalls now? Can we sue it?"

Facing Annick's question, Jones shook his head.

"We have to win a hundred percent victory in the lawsuit, not to destroy Hoffman. After all, they are finished, and two hundred workers will be unemployed. Now we have to experiment with Dr. Barnes. By the way, I have written the indictment, and now we can get them to sign the autograph and we can sue it."

"Maybe it didn't go so smoothly."

Annick had a bad premonition, and then the three of them visited the victims together.

Outside the crowded townhouse in the North District, Kyle summoned five victim families at Donna's house, and then Jones took out the indictment and told them.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have found sufficient evidence to sue Hoffman Pesticide Company for harming your family's health, to make them lose money and apologize, and to let the whole city know their ugly faces."

The five family representatives did not react as happily as they imagined. Several of them looked at each other, and finally, an old man who looked in his seventies and gray hair spoke.

"My son is dead. Can he be resurrected even if he wins the company? Is justice really important? Besides, why are you busy with your time? Find them to compensate us for a sum of money and take half of it?"

Another woman also spoke.

"Actually, I think the reconciliation is good. With the help of you, especially Dr. Barnes's antidote, my husband can speak now. Maybe he can stand up and walk in half a month. This way, he will drag the lawsuit with Hoffman and let him go to the court every day, and it will be difficult to recover."

Kyle showed a puzzled expression when he heard this.

"What's wrong? Some people help you for free, don't have a penny, you're busy with your own money, Mr. Jones was beaten up, it's over? No prosecution? Have you been cheated? Did Hoffman Pesticide send someone to deceive you?"
Chapter completed!