The Great Showbiz Commando novel Chapter 50

The bodyguard looked into the ward and whispered what had just happened to Richard. Richard understood and nodded. He opened the door of the ward slowly and walked to Muriel's bed to continue to guard her.

He was usually busy with his work while Muriel had to stay in the shooting set all the time. They could only text or call each other every day, so he cherished the opportunity of being alone with her.

In the police station of capital city, the policeman on duty saw a tall man escorting a man in strange clothes in.

Max was held like a little bird by the bodyguards. Looking at the police in the police station, he kept crying. He knew that his life was over.

Confused, the policeman stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong?"

Victor, who followed the bodyguards, walked over and said to the policeman, "Hello, I'm Victor, Secretary of the Chairman of XR Group."

The policeman had gone to the hospital to learn some basic information about Muriel, so he recognized Victor at a glance. He pointed at the man whose hands were tied behind him and asked, "Who is this?"

Victor pushed his glasses and said, "According to our observation, it is obvious that someone deliberately wanted to kill Muriel, so our CEO arranged two bodyguards outside the ward. At about three o'clock in the early morning just now, the man sneaked to the door of Muriel's ward. The bodyguard walked up to him and asked him about it, but he ran away. The bodyguard felt something wrong and caught him up, and then this thing fell out of his arms. "

The policeman looked at the thing in Victor's hand and his heart jolted. He had been a policeman for so many years, and this kind of syringe was the most familiar to him.

The policeman said in a low voice, "It might be drugs."

Victor was a little stunned. Then he handed the syringe and Max to the police and said, "Please, I think he must have something to do with the shooting of Muriel."

After handing Max to the police, Victor asked the bodyguards to go back to the hospital on their own. He planned to wait for the interrogation results at the police station.

In the interrogation room, Max sat on the chair with his head down, making it difficult to see his expression.

The policeman had handed the syringe to his colleague to check if there was any drug in it. He looked at Max and asked, "What's your name?"

Max sat there, dejected. His eyes were empty and he didn't say anything.

"Say something. If the syringe does contain drugs, Whoever illegally holds more than two hundred grams of opium, less than one kilo of heroin or more than ten grams of and less than fifty grams of ice or a large amount of other drugs, shall be sentenced to not more than three years' imprisonment, detention or control, and shall also be fined."

"Those who cover up, hide, transfer, conceal drugs shall be sentenced to less than three years, detention or public control, and those of serious crimes shall be sentenced to more than three years and less than ten years." The policeman listed the law terms one after another, which made Max's heart sink.

The policeman changed the subject, "For the confession, we should consider the stage, degree, seriousness of the crime and degree of repentance of the crime, and determine the range of leniency. If you confess your crime honestly and avoid serious consequences, you can reduce the base sentence by twenty percent to fifty percent. "

"It's good for you to confess earlier."

Max lowered his head and clasped his fingers nervously. He really didn't know if he should say it or not. It was true that if he confessed earlier, he might be able to commute the sentence, but he was committing murder! Maybe he would be sentenced to death as soon as he confessed, having no chance of getting a commuted sentence at all.

At the thought of his death, Max shut up immediately.