"It's really... unbelievable!"
In the office of the second execution division of the Imperial Capital branch of the Gafura Empire's Ministry of Internal Security, Lynch looked incredulously at some materials in his hand.
His expression indeed showed enough grief and surprise, as if... no, it was real.
This was the most genuine thought in his mind at the moment.
He put the materials back on the table, then crossed his legs and lit a cigarette.
Many times, Lynch smoked not because he needed nicotine to promote dopamine secretion; he just needed a prop to divert others' attention anytime, anywhere.
A cigarette, a pen, a nail clipper would work, but compared to the latter two, people are less wary of cigarettes, making them more convenient to use.
It's quite magical to say, but the vast majority of people won't pay much attention to the cigarette in the hand of the person sitting across from them, often ignoring it in the process of communication.
