Lao Xie lifted the little killer off the ground, looked around, and said, "Let's go to my luxury car Bentley!"
When I heard this, I was a little stunned. This guy has only ever had a Xiali, where did the Bentley come from...
But Lao Xie was walking in front, walking like a dragon and a tiger, carrying a man dressed in black with a murderous face on his shoulders. He looked like a boss. After all, I had just admired Lao Xie's clumsy fighting skills, so
I don't have any morbid admiration for him at all, I know how good this guy is.
Because I was afraid of meeting people walking at night, I quickly walked in front of Lao Xie and escorted him.
Fortunately, there are no nocturnal people in our apartment, except of course our Iron Triangle, so we didn’t meet anyone along the way.
Lao Xie's luxury car, Xiali, is not a Bentley. It is parked at the entrance of the community, but if you want to interrogate this guy, you definitely can't do it on the main road.
Lao Xie and I first threw this guy tied up in the trunk, then started the Xiali, which screamed as soon as it started driving, and drove towards a remote corner.
There were still more than two hours before dawn, and we had plenty of time. We drove until we reached the underground parking lot. Only then did Lao Xie and I get out of the car from the front and got into the back compartment together.
Lao Xie was probably addicted to biting people. Seeing that the vicious-looking little man was still sleeping, he took one bite and the little killer screamed and woke up immediately.
Lao Xie gave a sinister smile and asked in a deep voice: "Are you awake?"
The man glanced at both of us, closed his mouth tightly, and said nothing.
Lao Xie smiled sinisterly again, and suddenly stretched out his hand. I saw that the nails on his right hand grew longer in an instant, and then he scratched the man's face. He said with a smile while scratching: "I advise you, I
You'd better tell me honestly what you're asking, otherwise your pretty face... will be ruined!"
I felt a little awkward after hearing this, so I quickly held down Lao Xie and asked: "Lao Xie, have you watched too many palace fighting dramas? How can this guy's ugly face be as beautiful as a flower? Besides, even if you ruin it for him,
He may not care about his appearance, right?"
Lao Xie nodded: "Oh, it seems really, I'm sorry..."
After saying this, he suddenly exerted force on his hands and pierced the little man's cheek with his long and sharp nails, and then poked them out from his mouth.
No matter how tough the little killer was, he still screamed in pain and his whole body was shaking.
I was shocked. I didn't expect this evil spirit to be so ruthless. Although the little killer almost killed me, seeing him being tortured like this by Lao Xie made me sweat in my heart.
"Tell me, what's your name?" Lao Xie asked in a low voice, slowly pulling his nails out of the man's cheek, but not all of them. He pulled them halfway, but slowly passed them in again.
The pain caused by such friction is even more unbearable. It hurts me just looking at it.
Although the little man was a killer, he was not made of steel. I saw veins popping up on his forehead, cold sweat pouring down his face, his whole body was a little broken, and his eyes were already bloodshot.
Lao Xie kept repeating this action. Obviously, for a fierce ghost, this action is quite refreshing.
The little man gritted his teeth. Except for his cheeks and lips, which were being fiddled with by Lao Xie's nails, his other facial features remained unchanged.
He gritted his teeth and held on for a few seconds. Suddenly his whole body resisted like an electric shock. He swung his body and tried to break free from our encirclement.
This guy should have pretty good skills originally, but unfortunately his arms and legs are tied up now. Although he is very explosive, he still can't go far after all.
He bumped into me. Unfortunately, the impact was just a scratch for me. I punched him hard and hit him in the face. With a crisp sound, his teeth fell out and his whole body fell.
Returned to his seat.
After a conflict and his struggle just now, Lao Xie's nails had penetrated his cheek, leaving a very deep gash with blood flowing out. His gums could be seen from the outside.
"You still dare to resist!?" Lao Xie raised his sharp claws and stabbed him in the neck. However, Lao Xie's attack this time was not fatal and did not damage the main artery in his neck.
Lao Xie asked coldly: "Tell me, what's your name?"
The guy actually didn't say a word. He looked like a very tough guy indeed.
I looked at this guy and suddenly remembered an experiment that had been circulating for a long time. Thinking of this experiment, I had an idea.
I first quietly took out a bottle of boy urine from my backpack and placed it behind the short killer. Then I took out his throwing knife and sneered: "Lao Xie, let me do it."
Lao Xie nodded and said, "You try it."
I shook the flying knife in front of him and said, "Did you see it? It's your own weapon. I'm going to use your weapon to cut your wrists. Of course, I won't cut the wound too big this time."
If it is too deep, the blood will only flow out slowly, but even so, when the blood flows out too much, you will still die, so your time is very limited."
When I said this, I cut a knife on his wrist that was tied behind his back. The knife was not deep and it was cut on the wrist.
This knife did not aim at the artery, so after the initial cut, the blood did not flow out too quickly, but in the severe pain, I felt that the little killer could not determine the exact location of the wound.
Immediately afterwards, while the little killer was still screaming in pain, I cut open the bottle containing the child's urine, and then the child's urine and blood were mixed together and dripped on Xiali's car seat.
The little killer's buttocks were wet.
The little killer obviously understood that such blood flow meant that the wound was very serious. Even though he was calm before, now he started to panic when he saw more and more liquid under his buttocks, and asked in a voice: "Is this...are you?
The strike was neither light nor heavy. With such a knife...did it cut an artery?"
I sneered and didn't answer him immediately. The experiment I thought of before was to cut a small incision on the hands of the subjects without their knowledge, and then tie a piece of plastic to their arms.
The tube was used to pretend to transport their blood, but in fact, the tube was used to transport other liquids, which were not their blood at all... But later, these subjects all died of heart failure, which proved that in fact
There is no need to actually use a knife to kill people. Sometimes they can end their own lives themselves.
What I am doing now is just to create the same fear in this little killer. I don't really want to kill him with this kind of psychological suggestion.
After all, if we really bleed him, even if he does it himself, we may not have timely medical measures to save his life.
The little killer was really frightened by my move. He looked at the increasingly wet seat under his buttocks and said in panic: "Hurry up and stop the bleeding...I'm going to lose too much blood soon!"
I did not rush to follow his advice, but asked coldly: "What is your name? Who sent you?"
The guy still didn't answer me, but his expression began to waver, and I saw his mouth move.
This shows that this guy has begun to collapse, and he may not be able to hold on much longer.
"I ask you again, what is your name and who sent you here?" I asked coldly.
"My name is He Kui... I was... sent by Mr. Feng Ming!" The little killer finally collapsed and completely lost his sense of proportion.
Hearing this guy start to answer my question, I smiled slightly and said, "Very good, were you personally trained by Mr. Fengming? Or were you hired temporarily by him?"
"It's him...he trained me. I have been working for Mr. Feng Ming since six years ago. The remuneration he gave me is very considerable, which is much more suitable than what we would get for private work." He Kui had already started talking, and then he continued.
No need for me to coerce or use him anymore, he will just tell me everything.