Eating Her Deadly Cooking

In the study. Jefferson was indeed busy. His subordinate, Vincent, was asking him for help. Vincent cried out pitifully, "Boss, the men we caught are all so stubborn. They won't talk even when we put the evidence right in front of them. They even have the audacity to ask us if we're incapable of doing our jobs properly!" "Since they aren't willing to talk, you don't have to ask any further. Just focus your time on getting the evidence of their drug dealings in order. I'll meet them in person tomorrow." Those brats were playing tricks on him. Jefferson had already expected this to happen, but he was not worried. He had his own methods to deal with them, too. Vincent stammered, "But, but boss, we've mobilized so many officers this time. Not only did we mobilize the whole team, but you even got the special agents involved... The superiors were very angry and ordered us to close the case within two days. Otherwise..." "Which son of a b*tch gave you that order?" Jefferson raised his eyebrow