Super Marshal

In the interrogation room of the Naples Prosecutor's Office, Moggi sat leisurely on his chair, looking very calm.

Next to him, lawyer Trofino was a little nervous, and kept telling Moji what to say and what to say as little as possible when he saw the prosecutor later.

Moji was a little absent-minded, because his heart was not as calm as he seemed on the surface.

Things have changed dramatically in the past few days.

At first, it was the Italian Football Association that came forward to put pressure, still wanting to minimize major issues and trivial matters as before, and even vaguely pointed the finger at Gao Han. But at the critical moment, the media attacked in droves, plus Prime Minister Prodi and a group of people. The statements of various government officials have pushed the Telephone Scandal to the forefront.

Everyone can see clearly that the new government is using the phone door to establish its authority.

This argument has been circulating for some time, but Moji has been secretly contacting the new government and has done a lot of work. It could have been smooth sailing, but Gao Han suddenly stood up.

This completely made all the efforts he had made in the past period of time in vain.

Now, the situation has completely gotten out of control.

The four gold-medal referees involved in the case have all been suspended from law enforcement. Paireto and Mattei have also been suspended from their duties. Even the Football Association Chairman Carraro and Vice Chairman Mazzini have been affected. The latter was even suspended from the World Cup representative. Team removed.

The government is also determined to conduct a thorough investigation, and the four major prosecutor's offices in Rome, Milan, Turin and Naples work together.

The Rome Prosecutor's Office is responsible for investigating the Football Association and the Referee Committee, as well as the shady case of GEA, while Naples is responsible for investigating Moggi and Juventus.

This is why Moggi appeared at the Naples prosecutor's office.

What's even more disgusting is that they even assigned a representative to the case involving Moji, Dome.

Everyone knows that the Naples Prosecutor's Office has always been responsible for mafia investigations, and the dome in their code name means the mafia's chain of command. This is tantamount to telling everyone that Moggi is behind the entire phone scandal. Black hands.

In the past few days, Moji has been living in seclusion, not even going to the team, because he can feel that this will be the biggest disaster he has ever encountered.

"Don't worry, Mr. Moggi, as long as you do what I say, nothing will happen." Lawyer Trofino reassured.

Moji nodded blankly, not sure if he would remember it then.

At this moment, the door to the interrogation room was opened.

The two prosecutors walked in one after another. They didn't look very old, but there was no kindness in their eyes when they stared at Moji. Instead, they looked a bit like a hungry wolf staring at a lamb.

Moji hated this look, but there was nothing he could do about it.

With two snaps, both prosecutors placed the two thick piles of materials they were holding on the table.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Moji." The man on the left smiled softly, "We have been waiting for you for a long time."

"In view of the many involved in the Calciopoli incident, according to the arrangement, our Naples Prosecutor's Office is responsible for the investigation of you and Juventus. We are the prosecutors of this investigation. My name is Giuseppe Narducci. This is my Meanwhile Filippo Bitris.”

"It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Moji." Bitris greeted politely, but there was deep sarcasm in his smile.

Moji didn't have any good impressions of these two guys at all. If it were normal times, he would have stood up without hesitation, cursed a few times, turned around and left, but now, he had to bow his head.

"The two prosecutors, I think they must have made a mistake. I am innocent. The entire phone scandal has nothing to do with me. There is no such thing as the Dome or the so-called Moji gang. I was raped by someone. Framed and framed.”

Moji's reaction seemed to be within the expectations of the prosecutors. The two of them smiled and pulled out their chairs and sat down across from each other.

"You say you are innocent, how do you explain the phone recording?" Narducci asked.

"Telephone recordings?" Moji looked innocent. "To be honest, those phone recordings are indeed true, but what do they mean? I have been good friends with Paireto and Mattei for many years. We were joking together, what’s going on?”

"Okay, even if you think I made a joke in the phone recording, you can check it out. Which team in the entire Italian Serie A and Serie B has not had close contact with the referee assignor? Who? Didn’t you communicate with the referee assignor, hoping to arrange a referee who is more beneficial to you?”

When he said this, Mo Ji looked helpless.

"To be honest, two prosecutors, everything I do has only one purpose, and that is Juventus, which is the most important team in Serie A, and you have to know that we are the only team in Serie A that is not For a team that needs money from the owner, we can support ourselves and be self-reliant, which shows how healthy our finances are.”

"Let me ask, a team with such a healthy finances and such brilliant results in the past few years will always arouse the resentment of other teams. They will always try their best to frame us, right?"

Narducci and Bitros looked at each other, obviously seeing Moji's eloquence.

It is indeed an old fox.

"Then how do you explain what happened to Paparesta?" Bitros asked, "I have to remind you that Paparesta confessed everything to the Roman prosecutor's office, so you can get away with it. Think it through."

"Mr. Prosecutor, can I interpret your words as a threat?" Moji's lawyer Trofino fired back first.

"Whatever." Bitros didn't care.

Moji looked at his lawyer, thought for a moment, and replied: "Yes, I admit that I did lock Paparesta in the locker room, and we did threaten him not to speak out, but I think What I'm saying is that this is an irrational act done by a team leader out of anger."

"Frankly speaking, after what happened, I regretted it very much. I didn't want to kidnap anyone, so I also wanted to apologize to Paparesta. If you want to hold me accountable for my fault in this regard, then I am also willing to accept the punishment. .”

Obviously, this is a move to avoid the important and take the easy.

The two prosecutors looked at each other with helpless expressions. They had known that this guy would not be so easy to deal with.

"Then how do you explain that you discussed the referee assignment with Paireto and Mattei on the phone?"

"Is there such a thing?" Moji said, "I have to think about it carefully." He replied after a few seconds, "Probably not. Even if it is true, I must have been drunk and joking with them." "You know, I'm a fan and I'm interested in knowing which referees would be more interesting officiating which games, but that's just a joke."

"What about the car you gave to Paireto?"

"Oh, please, as I said before, that's not a gift, that's a loan." Moji shook his head and sighed innocently.

"As I told you before, he and I have been very good friends for many years. He wanted to buy a car but had no money and asked me to borrow money. Of course I couldn't say no, so I bought it for him. Isn't it very common between two friends? Can't we be friends just because I am the general manager of the club and he works in the Football Association? "

The two prosecutors finally saw Moji's eloquent tongue, pushing everything away, avoiding the important and choosing the light, leaving no trace behind, leaving them unable to start.

Fortunately, they were already prepared.

"Mr. Moggi, we have received evidence from the Rome Prosecutor's Office, your confessions and related materials from former Interior Minister Pisanu, former Economy Minister Siniscalco, as well as some judges and fiscal police, and the investigation against the Football Association It is also being led by prosecutor Stefano Palazzi, whom you should have heard of."

Moji's expression changed when he heard this.

"I can tell you very clearly that we have sufficient evidence regarding the Calciopoli incident. You, the Football Association and the referees cannot escape. Therefore, our suggestion is that you'd better be honest and tell us We work together."

Moji remained silent at first, but his expression became a little embarrassed.

At the very least, he is no longer as aggressive as before.

"In addition, I want to tell you one more thing. We already have enough evidence to prosecute your son, Xiao Moji, and his GEA company for allegedly manipulating Serie A transfers, and in the 2004-05 season. It plays a vital role in the Serie A betting case."

When Moji heard this, he was shocked.

Is this a calculation of old and new accounts over the years?

"We already have the confessions of many players, and they have expressed their willingness to cooperate with our investigation. GEA is involved in 70% of Serie A's football business. We have reason to believe that a considerable number of players, especially Juventus players, , have all succumbed to the behind-the-scenes command of GEA."

"During the entire process, GEA used unfair means to coerce players, including threats and kidnappings. We already have enough witness and physical evidence for these, and you simply cannot rely on them."

Moji's face turned completely pale, and he leaned weakly against the back of the seat, sweating profusely.

He knew that all his details had been dug out by the other party.

The current situation is that his people in the government system and the Football Association are unable to protect themselves. The Agnelli family and Juventus are eager to distance themselves from each other, and players and referees have turned against each other.

Not only was he going to die, but his son was going to suffer as well.

Seeing Moji's appearance, the two prosecutors looked at each other and smiled, looking like a suspect.

"Let me tell you one more thing personally, Mr. Moggi." Narducci said in a nonchalant manner.

"We have found out your family's huge sum of money in the Vatican Bank, which amounts to 150 million euros. I believe you have thought about how to explain this money, right?"

As soon as Narducci finished speaking, he heard a clang in front of him, and Moji fell off the chair.

The usually majestic and domineering general manager of Juventus in Italian football was now covered in cold sweat, sitting on the ground powerlessly, shaking his head.

"No, no, no, Alessandro is still young, he is a good boy, he has nothing to do with all these things."

Narducci sneered and shook his head, "No, Mr. Moggi, you are wrong. Whether it is related or not, we have to investigate to find out."

Moji's eyes widened, and he suddenly got the strength to stand up from the ground and looked at the two prosecutors in front of him.

"Okay, I'll cooperate with you. You let him go and make sure he's fine. I'll do whatever it takes!"

Sorry, something did happen recently. The next chapter is scheduled for 20 o'clock sharp.