Chapter 222 Informer_2

The Special Agent in charge of detaining these people couldn't help but complain as he stood at the door, "It's just a young man..." He glanced at the urine on the floor, the young man he had beaten until he lost control of his bladder.

Lukar didn't seem to be interrogating; he was using the interrogation as a pretext to vent his inner negative emotions.

At this moment, fully satisfied with his outburst, his mind began to return to normal.

However, he wouldn't admit that he was doing this just to vent the embarrassment Lance had caused him—rather, he insisted, "Even if he has just come of age, he's still a criminal!"

The Special Agent responsible for this area raised his hands, "No offense intended," he said, shaking his head and turning away.

Although Congress allowed them to use weapons in the process of capturing bootleggers and even sanctioned causing casualties, it was... just a bartender after all.