CHAPTER 2034: CHAPTER 1857: SUMMED UP IN ONE SENTENCE

"Sigh!"

The team leader took a deep breath.

Calm.

What they said was right, out at sea, you really can’t run away, you can’t swim to shore either, the three scientists look weak and frail, elderly, very... probably can’t swim far.

Cough cough.

The thoughts drifted.

Returning to the interrogation scene.

"Fifth question, did you consider reaching out?"

"Our mobile phones were confiscated."

"They probably have a satellite phone."

"Seems like they do."

"Did you think of seizing it for rescue?"

"Yes."

"And then?"

"Forgot."

Click.

The team leader felt something cracked.

"Just joking."

"First, there are more of them, they’re strong and have weapons, we’re just three people, grabbing the phone? You want us dead, right? Second, even if we got it, we wouldn’t know who to call."

"..."

No faults... very... damn, you’re a scientist, haven’t you had some rescue training? Still don’t know who to call, why don’t you say you don’t know how to use a satellite phone.

At this time.

"We don’t know how to use it either." One scientist added.

"..."

Defeated.

Utterly defeated.

Good thing this is in Myanmar, otherwise, I’d make you realize the cost of joking with us.

"Continue."

The team leader gritted his teeth.

"Do you know what nationality they are?"

"No idea, all different skin colors, various ages, both men and women, speaking Swedish, which made us suspect they were elite Swedish authorities who kidnapped us."

"Not us."

The team leader was helpless.

Can we stop bringing this up?

I’m getting flustered.

"That was the suspicion at the time, being robbed in Sweden, I had to suspect you first, then they spoke Swedish, I was furious and cursed you all endlessly..."

Click.

This time.

The team leader confirmed it was teeth grinding.

Whose?

His.

Damn, can you stop saying what’s on your mind out loud, we don’t want to know how you cursed us mentally, it’s a misunderstanding, can you move past this page?

Otherwise.

This report can’t be written.

These few.

Are they really "highly respected" scientists?

"..."

"Did they have any noticeable marks, like tattoos?"

"..."

"Did you encounter any other vessels along the way?"

"..."

Thirty-plus questions finished.

"Phew!"

The team leader let out a long sigh.

Calm.

Calm.

Can’t get angry, this is their territory, dare to slam the table, and they’ll slam him out, but he couldn’t help it, thirty-plus questions, all answers were worthless.

- Don’t know.

- Didn’t see clearly.

- No.

- Seems like.

Either negative answers or ambiguous ones, these answers can be summed up in one sentence---a group of mysterious people took three scientists and drifted at sea for many days.

That’s right.

Just that simple.

Among them.

The endless chatter occupied most of it, really infuriating.

"Any more questions?"

Upon hearing.

The team leader twitched his mouth, at this rate, even with a hundred more questions, the summary would still be that sentence, why ask again, this answer handed back will definitely get scolded.

However.

What else could he do?

Initially.

Thought the three scientists were uncooperative.

Now.

He felt the three scientists never intended to cooperate.

"For now... that’s it."

"Goodbye."

Watching the three decisive figures leave, the team leader opened his mouth, then looked at the Myanmar representative, "We still need to discuss thoroughly, strive to track down the culprits, if necessary, we still need the three to cooperate."

However.

The Myanmar representative shook his head.

"First, they’re not criminals."

"Second, they need rest."

"After such upheaval, these days, their spirit is highly tense, fearing and worrying, the shadow of that memory, we hope to quickly fade from their minds rather than intensify."

"Therefore."

"Regarding your proposal, apologies."

In short.

Goodbye.

Go back and report.

"I..." The team leader almost wanted to swear, still highly tense, are you kidding me, didn’t you hear the three talking about eating, drinking, playing, almost living a vacation-style life.

Worry?

Fear?

Shadow?

Why didn’t I see any of that, is this belittling my understanding or mocking our blindness, the team leader closed his mouth after a while, this matter still needs communication between the presidents of both countries.

"Goodbye."

"Hmm."

At the main gate.

Under the warm sunshine, the investigation team’s members felt cold inside, looking back at the solemn security department building, they sensed deep malice, almost saying: Not welcome.

"Damn it."

"Bastard."

"They’re just playing us."

"So angry!"

"From the beginning, those three were talking nonsense, nothing useful, let alone finding those people, huh, if this was in our place, we’d definitely show them."

"Exactly."

"We need to protest."

"Right."

"Leader, say something!"

"..."

Here, not a single simple identity, security, police, judiciary, military, presidential palace, plus the later royal family, six-party investigation team, sent all institution elites.

This lineup.

Respected anywhere.

Now.

It turned into disdain, the frustration inside wanting to punch someone. Seeing others looking at him, the team leader didn’t follow suit to express dissatisfaction, as the leader, he can’t show intense emotions.

"Let’s go to the embassy."

Twenty minutes later.

Arriving at the embassy, they met the Swedish envoy to Myanmar, whose identity was special, hence didn’t participate in the investigation, moreover, he didn’t want to get involved, a thankless task.

"How is it?"

Seeing them, the envoy asked.

"Failure."

The team leader sighed.

No clues, signifies failure naturally, as for what the three scientists said, those people speaking Swedish, if taken as a "useful" clue, it’ll loop back to Sweden.

Round and round.

Still shouldering the blame, that’s not acceptable.

"You’ll get used to it."

"Hmm?"

The team leader was puzzled, do you know something?

"Don’t look at me, I know nothing, only that the three scientists return safely, by all means, they owe people a favor, expecting them to betray is tough."

The envoy analyzed frankly.

"Actually."

"You’ll get used to it."

He patted the team leader’s shoulder.

Huh?

The team leader was once again confused, what do you mean get used to it, get used to what? Returning with no progress?

"This year, the United States countless times wants to sell weapons to Myanmar, even gifting zero-interest loans, yet people firmly refuse, two U.S. envoys bump into walls every time, so, get used to it."

The team leader: "..."

Good grief.

Is this something an envoy should say?

"Alright, report back domestically, this matter, you’re not at fault, don’t take it to heart."

Finished.

Turned and went back to the office.

The team leader was helpless.

Report?

Just to get scolded, can’t escape it, then face it bravely.