Chapter 630 The blind cat meets the dead mouse (ninth update, please vote for me)

"President, you are so amazing. How did you find out?" West looked at Chen Zhao excitedly.

Chen Zhao glanced at West indifferently: "What's so difficult about this? I can tell the truth about someone just by looking at him."

Chen Zhao murmured in his heart, it was really a blind cat meeting a dead mouse.

This way you can catch a supernatural criminal.

"But he seems to be very weak." Chen Zhao said.

"His magic value is 122, and he is already a D-class criminal. However, his combat power is indeed not very strong. He uses all his magic power to maintain his appearance. In fact, he is over fifty years old."

Chen Zhao felt a little nauseous. He was actually being teased and harassed by a fifty-year-old man.

No wonder he was so bald, he turned out to be in his early fifties.

"President, when he first started, he was still calling family and would not let us go."

"Family? Does he have any accomplices? Have you investigated his family situation?"

"President, I think the 'family' he mentioned may be some kind of organization."

"What organization? Have you heard of this organization?"

"No."

"Continue to interrogate him." Chen Zhao said.

Now that it's established, Sissy is a supernatural criminal.

Then it falls under their jurisdiction.

Thirty minutes later, West walked out exhausted and sweating profusely.

"West, why do I feel like you had sex with him?"

"President, please don't make such a joke, okay? I'm just tired of playing."

"We are the Supernatural Association, and you just use this ordinary interrogation method? Isn't it too low?"

"..."

"Would it be better for you to come?"

"This kind of menial work is not suitable for me. Call everyone else."

All members of the association were called by Chen Zhao and West, after explaining the situation.

Everyone is eager to try and show off their skills.

Of course, Chen Zhao's request was very simple, use supernatural power to make him speak.

Unfortunately, Sissy Bellington's mouth is tighter than they thought.

At this moment, Pamela spoke: "Let me do it instead."

Pamela is also a formal member now, and of course has the right to participate in such tasks.

"Okay, come on."

In fact, Pamela can still feel that the people of the Supernatural Association are still somewhat repulsive to her.

But Pamela also wants to integrate into the association. After all, being a lonely ghost is far less comfortable than having a shelter now.

Pamela didn't even need anyone to open the door, she just walked through the wall and entered the interrogation room.

Then everyone heard the continuous screams in the interrogation room, and the screams were terrifying.

After half the payment, Pamela emerged from the interrogation room.

"How was it? Did he speak?"

"No."

Everyone was immediately disappointed, originally thinking that Pamela could be of some use.

The result was the same as the others, who couldn't get Bellington to speak.

At this time, Pamela said again: "He should have been possessed by the spirit of speech."

"Huh? Yan Ling?"

"As long as he speaks out key information, he will be killed by the spirit of speech." Pamela said, "That's why he doesn't dare to speak."

Chen Zhao thought for a while: "So it means that we can't get him to speak at all?"

"Judging from the few words he said, there should be very powerful psychics in the family, and it is very likely that there are other members of the family in Los Angeles."

"Frankly speaking, don't you think this organization is a bit naughty?" Chen Zhao said. Perhaps due to the influence of a certain domestic variety show, Chen Zhao always found this sentence a bit funny.

“Do they have to shout ‘we are family’ every time they act collectively?”

"President...we are discussing business now."

Since becoming familiar with Chen Zhao, they found that it was difficult for Chen Zhao to be serious most of the time.

It was obviously a very serious discussion, so why did it go off the rails when it came to Chen Zhao?

"What? You are discussing business, am I not? Do you look down on me as the president?"

"President, why don't you come here first today?"

"Forget it, don't kill the person. I'll go back and think of a way. Maybe I can pry his mouth open."

At this moment, Chen Zhao received a call from Zola.

Chen Zhao guessed that Zola came to ask about Bellington.

"Zola, are you here to ask about that sissy?"

"No, what does his life and death have to do with me?"

"Forehead……"

Zola really had no intention of intervening, given her relationship with Chen Zhao.

No matter what the reason is, she will support Chen Zhao unconditionally.

What's more, when she heard that Bellington was harassing Chen Zhao, she wanted to kill Bellington.

As for Bailington's life or death, she didn't care anymore.

"I just wanted to ask if there's anything I can help you with, anything."

Zola's words have made it very clear. If Bailington dies, she is willing to help settle the matter.

Regardless of whether Zola has the ability to calm down the matter, just with these words, Chen Zhao will accept her love.

"Thank you. Regarding his matter, I don't need to trouble anyone, and no one will come to trouble me, not even the police."

Zola didn't expect that Chen Zhao's connections had expanded to this extent.

In broad daylight, a person was evaporated, but he was not affected at all.

"Okay, I wasted no time."

"No, I should thank you for your concern."

"Let's not talk about it anymore. I heard that old man Steven seems to be in some trouble recently. Do you want to go see him?"

"Okay, I will find time to see him."

Chen Zhao knew about Steven because of the movie.

Steven has been depressed lately and is preoccupied with the final stages of the movie.

The last time I ordered two bottles of wine from Chen Zhao, I wanted to invite some people from theaters and print media, hoping that they could help arrange filming and promote it.

But the effect is very average. After all, this wine is not an ecstasy soup.

You don’t let those people take a sip of wine and become swooning.

What Chen Zhao could do to help Steven was very limited, and he could only support him with two bottles of wine.

However, judging from Zola's tone, Steven seemed to be in very bad condition.

Chen Zhao felt that as a friend, he needed to go see him.

After leaving the headquarters of the Supernatural Association, Chen Zhao dialed Steven's phone number.

"Steven, it's me. I want to drink with you. Where are you now?"

"Chen, I'm busy now. Let's drink again after this period of time."

"I want to have a drink with you right now." Chen Zhao said straightforwardly.

"Chen, I'm really not free."

"Where are you now?" Chen Zhao continued to ask.

"..." After being silent for half a minute, Steven finally said, "Okay, come here, I'm in my studio."

"That's pretty much it. Just wait for me. I'll go over now."