Horn sat at the table, wolfing down fast food—burgers, fries, hot dogs, plus some beef nuggets.
These things were practically "street-side treasures." In Bupen, this fast-paced city, no one felt they were particularly low-class.
It was an interesting thing.
The well-dressed people on Bupen's streets refused to eat in the cheap diners by the roadside, yet they didn't mind spending a buck or so on a hot dog to settle their lunch.
So on Bupen's streets, from noon until around six in the evening, all kinds of food trucks could be seen everywhere.
"Did you abuse him?" The Military man in charge of the interrogation had barely come in before he couldn't help but use a folder to cover his mouth and quietly ask the FBI officer beside him.
For an interrogation this important, every second of footage would be preserved.
