Chapter 684 The Highest-Level Diplomatic Representative

Chapter 684 The Highest-Level Diplomatic Representative

The lawyer was puzzled and left the police station full of doubts.

At noon, the deputy director came back from a meeting, and after questioning, he learned that Li Qiao was still in the detention room.

"She won't go?"

The police officer who handled the case nodded in embarrassment, "Ming family's entrusted lawyer came this morning. I heard what she meant, and it seemed that...she would not leave until Mr. Ming came to invite her in person."

The deputy director sneered, "Then let her wait."

Regardless of Ming Lao's status in Pama, even the head of the Shang family, who is the most prominent family, has to call him father-in-law when he sees Ming Lao.

I'm afraid this little girl doesn't understand the cruelty of society at such a young age.

She dared to make a mistake in the independent emirate of Parma, and she would cry in the future.

...

Two hours later, the old city district police station received an accountability call from the Chief's House.

The deputy director was sitting in the office drinking tea, and there was a knock on the door. Before he could answer, the police officer who was handling the case anxiously opened the door and reported, "Deputy Director, something happened."

"What's the matter?"

Seeing the panicked look of the police officer, the deputy director put on an air of adjutant and reprimanded: "How many times have I said this, as a police officer, you must be calm and calm when you encounter problems, you can't..."

The police officer did not dare to delay, cut off his words forcibly, and hurriedly said: "Deputy Bureau, something serious happened. The Chiefs just called and said that we have detained high-level people from friendly countries and violated the Foreign Relations Act. They have sent people to Come here to negotiate, let us prepare the materials and basis for detention."

The deputy director shook his hand, and hot tea spilled onto the police pants, "You, what, what?"

The Faculty of Emirates is the highest authority in Parma, and they directly called to ask for accountability. One can imagine how serious the matter is.

The police officer who handled the case had a pale face, and he was holding the doorknob tightly, "Deputy Director, it's true, people from the House of Chiefs and the embassy of the friendly country will be here soon. What should I do, should I notify the Director?"

"The director can't be contacted on vacation, don't be dazed, hurry up and find out who among the suspects is a high-ranking person from a friendly country, go quickly."

The deputy director had no time to care about the tea stains on the police trousers, put down the water glass and urged the police to adjust the file as soon as possible.

This matter is too big to allow him to take chances.

High-ranking people from friendly countries, foreign relations law, embassy representations...

These few words alone can crush him to death, not to mention the combination of them is like a reminder.

Ten minutes later, the three detention materials were placed on the table in the conference room.

The deputy director was dripping with cold sweat, wiped his face, and looked through the documents, "Are you sure there are only these three copies?"

Several police officers handling the case stood opposite him, and nodded anxiously, "Deputy Bureau, the Chief's Mansion didn't say which friendly country it is, but we checked, and only these three detainees are of foreign nationality."

The deputy director looked at the detention materials and evidence, and his tense mood relaxed a lot.

These three people all meet the conditions of detention, one is an American drug trafficker, one is a British imperialist who provokes troubles, and the other is an Australian attacker who attacked the police.

The deputy director wiped his sweat, put the materials on the table, and breathed a sigh of relief, "They are all criminals. Even if the embassy comes, we have legitimate reasons to refuse to negotiate."

Hearing the sound, the police officers handling the case exchanged glances in private, still feeling uneasy.

If it is really a criminal, how can the chieftain have the face to hold him accountable?

But apart from these three people, there are indeed no other international friends.

...

It was approaching noon, and the deputy director had completely let go of his worries. He glanced at his watch from time to time, as if he was getting impatient.

A few minutes later, the auxiliary police came to report that the cars from the Emirates Palace and the embassy had arrived.

The deputy director tugged at the police uniform, looked around at his police rank epaulets, and walked calmly and confidently to the front of the police station to greet him.

"Speaker Ning, hello, hello, you are here, welcome from afar."

The deputy director enthusiastically stepped forward and tried to shake hands with the other party. He was smiling, but he was extremely shocked in his heart.

Unexpectedly, the chief's mansion sent the chief's younger brother, Ning Yuanyang, who was then the speaker.

At this time, Ning Yuanyang, who was upright and solemn, just glanced at him perfunctorily, then spread his hands to the people beside him, and introduced: "This is the Ambassador Extraordinary and Plenipotentiary of the Myanmar Embassy, ​​Mr. Saiben."

The deputy director was shocked for the second time.

This fucking is the embassy's highest level diplomatic representation.

Ning Yuanyang ignored the deputy director's astonishment, and made an invitation gesture to Saiben, "Mr. Sa, please come inside."

Sayben had piercing eyes, and he was dressed in an orthodox black suit and white shirt, revealing the etiquette and arrogance of a diplomatic envoy.

In the reception room, the deputy director ordered someone to bring two cups of tea, and handed over three files. Standing at the corner of the table, he smiled and said, "Mr. Ning, the files of the three people from friendly countries that our police station has detained as of today are all in the Here it is, you two... take a look first."

Ning Yuanyang flipped through it casually, and Saiben also picked it up and looked at it.

In just a few seconds, Saiben's face became very ugly. The other party spoke fluent Parma and said in a blunt tone, "Speaker Ning, what does this mean?"

Ning Yuanyang raised his hand to signal him to be calm, turned his eyes to the deputy director, and knocked on the table, "Are you sure there are only these three people?"

"That's right." The deputy director was beating his heart, fearing that it would affect the diplomatic relations between the two countries, he subconsciously suggested, "How about... I'll take the two of you to the detention room?"

Let alone high-ranking people in Burma, there are no Burmese people in the latest case. This Mr. Saiben must have made a mistake.

The more the deputy director thought about it, the more he felt annoyed, it was a crime he wanted to impose.

Ning Yuanyang tilted his head and asked politely: "What do you think?"

Sayben pursed his lips and stood up, "Yes."

In a blink of an eye, the deputy director led them to the detention room.

On the way, he was still chattering, "Chairman Ning, I'm afraid this time it was a misunderstanding. The police station rarely detains Burmese people, and you have read the files, and there really are none."

Ning Yuanyang stared ahead, and glanced at him from the corner of his eye, "I will not know until Mr. Saiben has seen it."

The highest-ranking representatives of the Burmese embassy are not so easy to dismiss.

What's more, it was the intention of his eldest brother, Chief Ning Yuanhang, to accompany him this time.

Not long after, they came to the vicinity of the detention room, and every time Saiben walked through a detention room, his footsteps would pause.

Seeing that there was only one room left at the end, the deputy director's heart finally fell to the ground, "Mr. Ning, look at this..."

The Chief's Mansion is so mobilizing, he also wants an explanation.

Just at this moment, in front of the railing of the last detention room, Saiben stopped his figure, and only glanced at him with his legs together, his palms hanging by his sides, and he bowed at ninety degrees respectfully, with a voice like a bell, "See Pass Tan Sri."

Deputy Director:"???"

Dan what?

Ning Yuanyang looked slightly surprised, walked over quickly, and asked in a low voice, "Did you find it?"

Saiben didn't answer, and still kept his bent and bowed posture.

Until Li Qiaoqing's calm tone came from the detention room, "Uncle Sa, don't be so polite."