chapter 7 The most important weapon of the country!

At this time, Brantson and Murline were looking at each other in the room.
After all, the two had been separated for five years, and they had not yet become real husband and wife, so it was somewhat awkward to be in the same room again after five years.
In order to break the awkward atmosphere, Murline said, "Brantson, you can live here in the future, but we have no relationship foundation and no reality of husband and wife. We have been separated for so long. There are some things that we should try to avoid. I hope you can clear."
Brantson nodded and said seriously, "Murline, You have suffered a lot these past five years. Don't worry. You have waited for me for five years, and I can wait for you for five years, or even longer."
Murline felt a little moved and was about to speak when Brantson suddenly stood up and said, "Murline, I am going to see Necola."
Murline said, "Do you want me to accompany you?"
Brantson said seriously, "She and I have been separated for many years. She may not be able to adapt to it at the moment. I will bring you to meet her again later."
Murline nodded and said, "Then send my greetings to her and tell her that I will see her another day."
Brantson nodded slightly, "Okay."
Murline hurriedly took out a key from her bag, put it in Brantson's hand, and said, "This is the spare key at home. Remember to keep it and don't lose it."
"Good!"
While his father-in-law and mother-in-law were taking a lunch break in their room, Brantson walked out of the house and prepared to go to Genting Mountain to visit Necola.
At this moment, in front of the South Villa, Persaius had already disposed of the Ferrari and was waiting at the door in his Hummer.
Seeing him approaching, Persaius hurriedly opened the car and said respectfully, "Lord, please get in the car."
Unexpectedly, just when Brantson was about to get in the car, a piercing whistle suddenly sounded, and more than a dozen cars gradually drove up, approaching fiercely, blocking all escape routes for the two of them.
A middle-aged man stepped out of the car and rushed forward with a dozen patrol officers.
He rushed to the front and shouted coldly, "Brantson Collins, you are suspected of intentionally causing injury and indirectly causing death. The evidence is conclusive. This is an arrest warrant. Please come with us immediately and accept investigation."
The person who came was Isagani, the director of the Golden City Police Station.
Brantson looked at Isagani, frowned slightly, and said coldly, "Who died indirectly?"
Isagani said coldly, "You injured the second young master of the Sanders family, and he died in a car accident. Do you think you can get away with it?"
Brantson frowned and said, "Is Handley Sanders dead?"
Isagani shouted sternly, "You are the first person responsible for his death."
Brantson shook his head and said regretfully, "If I had known this, I might as well have killed him directly, but he was killed in a car accident. What a pity, what a pity!"
When he said this, his expression was calm, and his whole person was sharp and scornful.
Then, he looked at Isagani and said disdainfully, "Take your people and get out of here. Arrest me? You are not qualified."
From outsiders, there were only one word that could describe Brantson at this moment.
Arrogant!
Extremely arrogant!
The arrogance of treating everyone as nothing!
Upon hearing this, Isagani was filled with anger.
This was the greatest provocation and contempt he had received since he was promoted to the chief of the Golden City Police Station.
He represented the law, and it was natural for him to arrest a suspect, but this person actually said that he was not qualified.
This was not only a challenge to his own authority, but also a challenge to the authority of the law. This was really unreasonable.
So, he immediately took out the pistol from his waist, pointed it at Brantson, and shouted angrily, "I'll count to three. If you don't submit to arrest with folded arms, I have the power to put you to death on the spot."
As soon as he said this, the guns in the hands of more than a dozen inspectors behind him were also pointed at Brantson, as if they were facing a formidable enemy and were ready.
Seeing such a scene, Brantson said casually, "Persaius, you handle this little character who doesn't know whether to live or die. If he doesn't kneel down to me and admit his mistake in one minute, shot him on the spot."
Brantson controlled the entire northern border and defended the country from enemies. The police across the country were not qualified to punish him.
Not only that, as Brantson was the general who protected the country, he could kill anyone who intended to harm him on the spot without taking any responsibility.
Therefore, if Isagani did not kneel to him in one minute, he would really kill him without hesitation.
However, as soon as these words came out, everyone present was horrified.
Who was this guy? Why was he so arrogant?
He actually asked director Isagani to kneel down to him.
Director Isagani would also be shot.
Didn't he know that director Isagani could order him to be shot at any time?
At this time, Brantson stepped into the Hummer, ignoring everyone, and simply closing his eyes to rest.
His arrogant behavior made all the inspectors present stunned in an instant.
Isagani was so angry that he blurted out, "Since you are blatantly resisting arrest, I will order the shooting."
Having said that, just as he was about to give orders to his subordinates, his forehead was suddenly pressed hard by a hard object.
No one knew when the cold and charming Persaius suddenly had a dark pistol in her hand.
She put the muzzle of the gun against Isagani's forehead and said in a cold voice, "No one in the whole Golden City, or even in the whole China, is qualified to punish my lord."
Isagani didn't expect that this woman actually had a gun. He trembled in his heart but said with strength, "I am the police chief of Golden City. Naturally, I must enforce the law impartially. Why can't I punish him?"
Persaius remained cold, then she took out an ID card and said, "See it clearly before you speak."
"Persaius Jenkins, belongs to the Blood Rose Special Troops of the Northern Blue Sky Guard, with the rank of major."
Isagani took the certificate and was shocked after reading it.
The reason why he lost his composure was not because of the rank of major shown on the certificate. What really frightened him was the words "Blood Rose of Blue Sky Guard".
The Blue Sky Guard had great privileges in the country. In order to protect the security of the country, they had the right to kill first and report later.
Moreover, everyone knew that there was only one leader of the Blue Sky Guard, and that was the military supreme leader who was stationed in the north.
Isagani was startled and blurted out, "Who is your lord? Is he a senior official of Blue Sky Guard?"
Seeing Isagani worrying, Persaius took out a token from her arms with cold eyes and sneered, "After seeing this, think about what to do. My lord only gave you one minute, and the time is almost up."
This token was engraved with a dragon pattern, with the five words "Imperial Command to the North" engraved on the front, and the three words "A National Treasure" engraved on the back.
At this moment, Isagani felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
His face turned pale in an instant, and he said tremblingly, "This... this is... can it be said..."
He didn't dare to think about it anymore, and what he wanted to say was blocked in his mouth, so he didn't dare to say any more nonsense.
Some things, even just thinking about them, were transgressions. It was completely offensive.
At this moment, Isagani was so frightened that his whole body was shaking, and his legs were like lead. He walked hard to the front of the Hummer and knelt on the ground with a pop.