And today, a group of uninvited guests arrived at the Heavy Heart Bar.

"Handz, upon investigation, you're suspected of a major arms smuggling case, likely related to the attack on the U.S. President. You're under arrest now."

A group of fully armed agents descended swiftly via hovercar, hovering above the bar, sealing off the ground and high-altitude entrances. They charged into the room where Handz was, cuffed him with magnetic handcuffs, and forcefully took him to the NCPD interrogation room at the company square. The whole process took less than ten minutes, and even the players didn't react quickly enough.

However, even upon reacting, they were only curious, as most of them didn't know anyone named Handz.

Throughout the entire process, Handz didn't resist, allowing them to drag him roughly.

He noticed that none of these people bore the NCPD or Anti-Terrorism Squad badges, nor did they wear military equipment typically used by Night City's large corporations. Yet, they were able to raid Dog Town in such a short time, capture him, requisition the NCPD interrogation room, without alarming his extensive network in Night City...

European Community.

Handz had already guessed why these people sought him out, but he wasn't afraid; rather, he was quite calm. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Because in times like these, panic would only become a breakthrough for them.

The interrogation room, with six white walls, was illuminated by bright lights that almost blinded the eyes, with the wall facing the interrogation table being particularly smooth. Handz knew it was a one-sided mirror, convenient for others to observe the interrogation scene.

After the agents rudely pressed Handz into the chair, they left the interrogation room one after another, leaving only two young men in black suits without any identification.

"Sorry, my men were a bit rough with their methods. I had explicitly told them to invite you here."

One of them spoke with a refined demeanor, exuding a noble elegance.

"You can call me Daniel."

Daniel placed a stack of photos and documents in front of Handz.

He pointed to a person in one of the photos and inquired,

"Do you recognize this person?"

Without even glancing at the photo, Handz straightforwardly replied,

"I do."

Daniel chuckled.

"A launch vehicle loaded with Typhoon missiles, the current premier military high-tech product of Military Technology, was sold 13 days ago on the outskirts of Hermosillo, Mexico to Cuban drug dealers Qatar Besmude. As far as I know, he used to be your and Hansen's primary business contact."

Handz nodded: "Yes, that's correct, we've had some... small business transactions."

The person next to Daniel slammed the table in anger and shouted,

"Since when is selling a supersonic missile considered a small business?"

Handz remained unfazed.

"Sir, don't make claims without evidence. I wouldn't have the resources to obtain a supersonic missile."

Daniel: "But according to our investigation, Gago, the former Netherworld Dog finance officer and current Taiping Continent reconstruction affairs lead, was previously a Military Technology mole planted beside Hansen, also managing the entire smuggling route."

"Given his status and Dog Town's past channels, he could definitely obtain a supersonic missile from Military Technology and then sell it to Qatar through you...."

Handz smiled and said calmly,

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Daniel leaned back in his chair.

"As a Cuban, you've taken charge of Dog Town. Following Hansen's elimination by Lin Miao, finding yourself with no way out, you chose to ally with Lin Miao. Then, under his and Military Technology's orders, you deliberately smuggled a missile to the Cubans, leading them to publicly bomb the U.S. President, seeking Horizon Corporation and New America's pretext to start a war against Cuba...."

"Though your operation was clean, eliminating related contacts in advance, I'll say one more thing—Mr. Gago is right next door. Guess how long he can hold under our questioning?"

His tone carried a hint of pride, as though he had already determined Handz was caught.

"Your tactics... aren't clever, but the drama here is quite grand, truly breathtaking."

Handz exhaled, calmly responding to the two aggressive agents.

"So you've gone to great lengths to bring me here just to hear you two concoct a story? If there's nothing else, can I leave now?"

Having said that, he stood up, seemingly intending to leave.

However, Daniel and his colleague naturally wouldn't let him go, promptly standing up to block Handz's path, facing him unwaveringly.

"Wade Brick, former manager of the Peizhuo Petrochemical PR department, ousted due to internal factional struggles, fled to Taiping Continent and changed his name to Handz in 2071, becoming a middleman and establishing connections with Cubans. Together with Hansen, you controlled Dog Town's smuggling business from the shadows. You have three wives and a daughter."

Daniel leaned in, whispering in Handz's ear,

"Want to know where your daughter is now?"

"....."

After a brief silence, Handz responded in Daniel's ear, word for word,

"No matter where my daughter is now, I bet she's not with you."

Handz stepped aside, his face relaxed and composed, showing no sign of stress from the interrogation.

"Young man, don't try this with me."

He smirked, casually walked to the floor-to-ceiling one-way mirror, and seemed to see right through the glass.

"I dare to bet my life that only your superiors are next door, and there's no way you could—or would dare—bring Gago in for questioning."