As the tall man mentioned the key figure, the Chief of Police, the short officer let out a heavy sigh, knowing they had no more choices left.
"Earlier, our people were checking cars on the highway and found your transport vehicle. Perhaps a bottle had broken inside, because there was a strong smell of alcohol when they opened the cargo, and then the Chief of Police knew about it and planned to act against your vehicle."
"I swear, I wasn't involved. At that time, my partner and I..." he paused and then looked at the short officer, "this fool, we were selling toasters in the city."
"If you don't believe me, you can ask the person next to you!"
No matter what, he had to remove himself from the situation. Whether it was true or not didn't matter to him, and he believed others didn't care either. All they wanted was the mastermind, along with the alcohol worth millions.
Elvin lit a cigarette, "Explain in detail."
