Hancaizhe frowned and looked at Allen Peterson, "Sir, this person is not our company's. He is a thief who came to steal our company's financial affairs. I suspect that he has stolen important business secrets of our company."
At this time, he also recognized Allen Peterson. From his figure, it could be seen that he was the little thief they had just caught in the air window pipe.
The inspector frowned and looked at Allen Peterson. "Sir, we need to frisk you. Please cooperate."
Allen Peterson waved his hand, took out his mobile phone and put it in front of the patrolman. "If he said this business secret, then I have stolen it. Please have a look."
At this time, Hancaizhe instinctively sensed that something was wrong, but there were many patrolmen beside him, so he could do nothing.
"That's confidential information of our company. Give it back to me now."