On the beautiful north bank of the upper reaches of the Savannah River, an inconspicuous truck drove into a small auto repair shop.
Without even waiting for the truck to shut down, the door to the auto repair shop was closed. At the same time, several Caucasian dogs and Rottweilers were released from the iron cages on one side of the door.
Just as the dogs were running around in the yard to vent their energy, the rolling shutter door of the auto repair shop was pulled down from the inside and locked shut.
At the same time, a bald man guarding the door outside also opened the freezer, which was oxidized and yellowed by the sun.
First, he took out a bucket of frozen, hard, bone-in-bone wild boar meat and threw it on the cement floor at the door. When the dogs roared around and started grabbing for food, they grinned and started grabbing the food.
After being satisfied, he threw the tin bucket back into the freezer, pulled out a can of cold beer from it, opened it, took a big sip, and walked slowly towards the parasol not far away.
After he was lying on the rocking chair under the umbrella, he turned on the speaker on the side of the rocking chair and started playing Elvis Presley's classic music at the maximum volume unscrupulously.
When the sound reached the auto repair shop, the lifting plate at the rear of the truck was slowly flattened under the control of the hydraulic system, and the black aunt who had been waiting at the rear of the truck also gently tapped it with a fixed socket wrench.
The iron door of the cargo compartment.
After receiving the signal, Ninel, who was in the cargo compartment, opened the locked container door, carried a can of Coke, and walked to the lift plate at the rear of the car with Wei Ran, who was wearing a hood and cowboy hat.
While the lift plate was slowly lowering, Wei Ran was also observing the surroundings. In this workshop with almost no windows, in addition to a few repair ditches, there were also several lifts and tire strips.
There are tools such as machines, and there is even a simple spray booth made of plastic tents. And the cars parked here include not only various styles of family cars and commercial trucks, but there are even a lot of them piled up at the far side.
The outboard motor used on the speedboat, and even, closest to the locked rolling shutter door, there was a dismantled engine the size of a tractor.
"What is this place?"
When Weiyan waited for the lifting plate to drop to a height of less than 10 centimeters from the ground, he asked while stepping on the not-so-clean ground.
"The auto repair shop run by Aniya"
Ninel also stepped off the lifting plate and explained in a casual tone, "Her father made his fortune through car smuggling. He stole, robbed, or bought it at a low price, carrying various second-hand cars with murder cases.
The cars will be refurbished by him in his own auto repair shop and then sold to third world countries at a good price.
Well...if I remember correctly, when I first joined that gang, there were even businessmen in China who bought second-hand cars from him."
Having said this, Ninel pointed around and said, "Almost every state has one or two such auto repair shops. The only difference is the size."
"So many? Are they all managed by Aniya?" Wei Ran asked in surprise, "How old is she?"
"At 22 or 23 years old, she can't even manage her girlfriends. How can she possibly manage these auto repair shops?"
Ninel gave an uncertain answer related to his age, and then explained slowly with an extra sure tone, "As I told you before, geniuses are in prisons and mental hospitals. Not only do I
She bought enough drivers and spent a lot of money to help her buy three professional managers who were imprisoned for economic crimes. These three professional managers are helping to manage these industries."
"so…"
"As long as I can manage the three professional managers well," Ninel spread his hands, "the three of them are relatively good at doing business. In the years after Aniya's father passed away, they have turned the auto repair shop into a big business."
It has been driven to many provinces in Canada.
The drivers under me usually use these auto repair shops as a place to stay and store goods. Not only are they safe here, but they are all their own people. "One runs an auto repair shop, and the other buys prisoners and does transportation. What kind of genius is this?"
What's your crooked idea?
Wei Ran muttered to himself, but couldn't help but feel a little tempted to buy some talented prisoners through the other party's method.
While he was thinking wildly, the cargo door of a refrigerated truck that had parked here for some time was opened by a shirtless strong man with a tattoo of a dagger on his shoulder.
Thanks to the fact that he often chatted with that bastard Ji Ma about the tattoo culture of Soviet gangsters, Wei Ran knew who this man was just by looking at the five blood-red blood drops on the left and right clavicle of the strong man without asking.
There are already five lives on his hands, and he definitely doesn't mind getting more drops of blood tattooed on them.
As the cabinet door at the rear of the cold food truck opened, the shirtless man knocked on the bumper with the adjustable spanner in his hand, and shouted into the car in English with a Russian accent.
Soon, one after another, the unlucky guys who were stripped naked and only wearing socks jumped out of the refrigerated truck shivering.
"Boss Fidel!"
It wasn't until this moment that the shirtless man waved enthusiastically towards Nineel, grinning with a sinister smile. Russian: hotalifingpreationalhiri
He introduced, "These bastards have just been brought back from the stadium, so they are guaranteed to be fresh."
"Where's the one you picked out?" Ninel bumped fists with the other person and asked.
"I haven't unpacked it yet."
The strong man said as he opened the door at the rear of another container truck, and then two young men wearing peaked caps climbed into the cargo compartment and pushed out a large green trash can.
Untying the chain loosely wrapped around the lid of the trash can, the shirtless man kicked the trash can down, letting a middle-aged Asian man in a suit and leather shoes fall out.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Have you asked?" Nineel turned around and asked. "He was hiding in the parking lot of the stadium."
The shirtless man explained, "When we caught him, we just asked a few questions, and I told you the details."
"Let me see how your craftsmanship is?" Ninel turned to look at Wei Ran.
"Here?" Wei Ran pointed around. "Turn on the lights!" Nineel shouted without looking back.
Before he finished speaking, the lights on the ceiling of the workshop also turned on one after another, illuminating the originally slightly dim workshop.
Seeing this, Wei Ran shook his head helplessly, took out a pair of rubber gloves from his pocket, put them on, and walked towards the middle-aged Asian man.
Holding the other person's chin and looking at it, he could confirm at a glance that this middle-aged man was definitely not the illegitimate child. His appearance was that of a very standard, even slightly elegant, yellow man.
However, this extremely solid old man who was tied with a rope not only had one lens missing from the glasses on his face, but also had a large ball of greasy rag stuffed in his mouth.
Without rushing to take action, Wei Ran looked at the shirtless strong man and asked in Russian, "What do you call him?"
"Kriuchi," the strong man replied in Russian with a hint of arrogance. "Do me a favor and take off all his clothes." Wei Ran said, taking a step back.
The shirtless strong man named Kluqi subconsciously looked at Nineel. Seeing the latter nodding casually, he immediately waved his hand and called on the two young guys around him to come forward and remove the middle-aged Asian man's clothes.
All the clothes were torn off.
After taking a look at the old guy's complexion, Wei Ran said in Russian while checking the other's left and right arms and shoulders, "Help me ask which country he is from?"
After a while, Ninel translated this and Wei Yu then pulled out the words. Ni Wang Xiaofu went to the store, and Wei Yu released the rag from the other person's mouth.
"Thailand, I am Thai." The frightened middle-aged Asian man replied in trembling English.
As soon as he said these words, the auto repairmen around him who were watching the excitement, including Nineel and Wei Ran, subconsciously looked at the old guy's crotch.
"I'm not a transvestite." In addition to panic, the old guy's tone also contained a hint of shame and anger.
"How about we turn him into a shemale?"
The shirtless strong man named Kryuch finished speaking in Russian, and the people around him
Some people burst into laughter, and one of them even pulled out a butterfly knife from his waist and performed a very fancy trick.
"Get away from me!" Ninel shouted angrily in Russian slowly, "Don't disturb my study."
As soon as he said these words, the people around him immediately fell silent. Seeing this, Wei Ran reached out and grabbed one of the middle-aged man's hands and said in Russian, "Ask you, I don't speak English. I only know his
Demonstrate it on yourself."
Before Niner could agree, there was a crisp "click" sound in Wei Ran's hand, and the middle-aged man whose hand he held was about to scream in agony subconsciously.
However, Wei Ran, who was well prepared, let go of his hand and pulled his chin hard, and the second crisp sound was heard before his screams reached the ears of everyone around him.
Seeing that this old guy wanted to kidnap Suisui, Wei Ran would not show mercy and even deliberately slowed down.
Niner, whose eyes were almost wide-eyed, completely forgot that he was still responsible for interrogating him. Instead, he dragged over an unlucky guy who was shivering in the cold food truck just now, and imitated Wei Ran's movements and started massaging and setting the bones.
Not only him, but also the shirtless strong man named Kluqi, and even the others who reacted quickly and each pulled over a captured unlucky guy, imitating Wei Ran's movements with great interest.
It's a pity that Maozi is Maozi after all. Apart from relying on brute force to dislocate the fingers of those bastards and at most their wrists and elbows, they have no way to do it like Wei Ran... Well... If Ninel can speak Chinese, he will definitely
I would use torture clouds and flowing water to describe, yes, the torture of torture.
Seeing the criminals and even the leader of the criminals surrounding him looking angrily at the toolboxes or wrenches on the ground because they couldn't learn the lesson, Wei Ran stopped wasting time and speeded up in an instant, circling around in a circle.
Amidst the screams of the villain and a series of crackling sounds in the joints, all the remaining joints of the middle-aged man were disassembled.
Under the stimulation of such a series of severe pain, the Asian man, who was already paralyzed, unable to move or even speak, could only look at the dazzling lights above his head with tears, and made a futile sound from his throat.
Vague pleas and assurances.
"Stand back"
Wei Ran greeted the strong man in Russian and came around to touch and rub the limp middle-aged man here and there.
This time, his words were almost as useful as Niniel's eyes. The circle of people immediately dispersed with a "hurrah", leaving an almost absolutely standard circle for him - of course, except for staying in place, there was no need to move.
Go, Nineel is holding the middle-aged man’s lower lip and swinging his chin bone back and forth.
"How did you do it?" Ninel asked in amazement, "Can you teach me?"
"You can't learn this." Wei Ran spread his hands, "I can't teach you either. I've been practicing with rabbits raised at home since I was five years old. It took me more than 20 years to practice to reach the level just now."
"Your family is really scary." Ninel frowned. "Friend, I think you are lying." The shirtless man Kluzy came over and said dissatisfiedly, "You definitely don't want to teach us."
"I'm not lying, it's just that my family prefers to eat boneless rabbits." Wei Ran responded to the lie pretending to be serious.
Although the expression on his face was blocked by the hood he was wearing, his eyes made the strong, shirtless man named Kryuchi involuntarily take a small step back.
"So how do you restore him to his original state?" Nineel asked, changing the subject in time.
"It's almost the same as when I took it apart."
As Wei Ran said this, he had already acted out of mischief. He deliberately fixed the dislocated chin on the middle-aged man first, and then restored the dislocated joints to their original state at once. During this period, the middle-aged man was also crying and shouting,
Wailing, he took the initiative to tell everything he knew.
"Where did the boss find such a madman?"
A young man wearing a hurdle vest with an authority star tattooed on his shoulder shuddered after saying, "He couldn't have been bought from a prison for serious criminals, right?"
"I just hope he doesn't join the punishment team."
Kliuchi screamed one after another
He whispered, "He is definitely a murderer, a perverted murderer who has killed many people. I don't want to fall into his hands."
Before he finished speaking, Wei Ran, who was regarded as a perverted murderer, also completed the reset of the last dislocated thumb, and the middle-aged Asian man who kept banging his head on the floor due to the severe pain in his joints, this time
At that time, he was already incontinent, and his forehead was bleeding from his own bumps.
"Starting from today, this bastard will join the punishment team." Ninel pointed at Wei Ran and told the arrangement that no one in the workshop wanted to hear, "Kluqi, inform everyone of this good news."
"Boss, is it too late for me to pack my bags and go back to prison to serve my sentence?" the shirtless Kliuchi joked with a sad face.
"Of course I can"
Ninel pointed at Wei Ran again, "I thought of a new rule. If you want to quit our gang, you only need to let this bastard take apart all the joints and restore them to their original state."
"There are only 78 joints in total. Just bear with it and it will be over soon." Wei Ran deliberately let his tone carry a trace of expectation.
He naturally knew that Niner was using himself to beat his subordinates. After all, his subordinates were a group of bought prisoners. If there was no one with explosive thorns, he would never believe it.
"Only 78, ha!"
Kluqi snorted and turned around and walked away, "When I wash the pants that I just wet myself and dry them, I will go find you and try! I hope you are still here at that time."
Amid the laughter of the crowd, the prisoners bought by Ninier also dispersed. Ninier also looked at the middle-aged Asian man who was lying on the floor with his bare buttocks crying, squatting next to him.
, asked in English, "Just now you seemed to say that the valuable illegitimate child is dead?"
"Yes! Yes! He is dead!"
When the middle-aged man saw Wei Ran coming over, he subconsciously shuddered and spoke faster and explained, "He died about two months ago."
"How did you die?" Niner did not rush to translate, but directly asked Wei Ran the same question he wanted to know.
"Poisonous snake! Bitten to death by a poisonous snake!" This middle-aged man gave an extremely absurd way of death.
"What exactly happened?"
Ninel stepped on the opponent's hand as he spoke, and suggested expectantly, "Or let my friend dismantle the seventy-eight joints in your body again?"
"No! I said it, I said it all!"
The middle-aged man subconsciously moved away from Wei Ran, and explained at a faster speed, "I am in the timber business. The timber is cut from the most difficult source, and then shipped from Da Nang and sold to all over the world.
of.
The illegitimate son you are looking for is actually my driver and translator in Sailing Port. He can speak Vietnamese, Thai and Burmese, and even some Tagalog.
Last summer, when I was a guest at his home, I accidentally saw the photo I sent to you, and also heard the story he heard from his mother from my driver’s mouth.”
"Then you found the Gravette family from that photo?" Nineel asked doubtfully, "How did you do it?"
"It's a coincidence. Last fall, I got a memoir."
The middle-aged man quickly replied, "The memoir is called Lancers Over the Jungle. I found it at a flea market in Atlanta when I was on a business trip in the United States.
At that time, I was just casually flipping through the book because of its name, and happened to see a photo of the author of that book, Fabian Grevit, when he was young."
"Keep talking," Nineel urged.
"At that time, Bayer had just acquired Monsanto, and the sharp rise in the Gravette family's stock was news at the time, so I bought the memoir, took it back to Sailport, and then used it as an excuse to visit my driver's house.
Compare it with his photo again."
The middle-aged man took a breath and continued, "Until last winter, my business had problems and I lost a lot of money, so I..."
"How did the illegitimate child die?" Nineel changed the subject before he could finish speaking.
key problem.
"Initially, I planned to help my driver obtain inheritance rights. In exchange, my driver needs to make an investment of no less than US$5 million in my company."
The middle-aged man sighed, "But the recognition between him and Mr. Fabian was not smooth. Even shortly after they recognized each other, Mr. Fabian died suddenly. I sensed the danger, so I immediately took my
The driver returned to Sail Harbor.
He also wanted to get the inheritance, so when I was arguing with the Gravette family, he returned to his mother's old home alone to try to find more strong evidence. But that house had been abandoned for too long, and he..."
"He was bitten to death by the poisonous snake you arranged, right?" Ninel asked abruptly, and a trace of panic appeared on the middle-aged man's face. "Let me guess, he found the key
The evidence is the film and the revolver, right?"
Ninel stood up as he spoke, "It just so happens that Mr. Fabian is also dead, so you can definitely find someone to pretend to be the illegitimate son." "Yes...that's it." The middle-aged man nodded with difficulty. "You plan to start from
How much money did the Grevitt family extort?" Nineel asked with his back turned to the middle-aged man who was peeing all over the place.
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"You're really greedy." Ninel muttered slowly and then asked in a very positive tone, "Who is helping you?"
The middle-aged man opened his mouth and finally answered honestly, "The harder it is to help people in Miami."
"Are they the ones who are more difficult to help?" Ninel asked, pointing to the unlucky ones in the distance who were stunned by the cold.
"Yes." The middle-aged man decisively betrayed his partner. After a moment of silence, Niner said in Russian, "Friend, it's time for us to leave here. Klyuch, ask him what evidence is hidden.
Where are they, help me find them, wait for my signal, and be ready to deal with all these people at any time."
"Leave it to me!" The shirtless strong man in the distance waved in response. At the same time, several young men also pushed in oil drums with a capacity of 200 liters from a distance.
"What's the matter?" Weiran asked as he followed Nineel onto the truck that brought them.
"bad news"
Ninel stepped up to the lifting plate and repeated the information he had just asked almost word for word.
"You are an honest person..."
Wei Ran muttered secretly, and while the lifting plate was being raised, he changed the subject and asked, "How are you going to deal with this matter and who are those people?"
"They are all very nutritious fertilizers"
Ninel stepped into the cargo hold as he spoke, "As for this matter, since the illegitimate child is gone, let's try to see if we can sell the evidence at a good price."
At this point, the container door at the rear of the car was locked by the black aunt outside, and Ninel also turned on the lights. After Wei Ran took off the cowboy hat and hood on his head, he greeted him and walked into the compartment.
While saying, "No matter how much money is sold, how about we share it equally?"
"You really trust me," Wei Ran said, dumbfounded. "Of course."
Niner said matter-of-factly, "After all, you did me a big favor. Although I haven't gone to the beach to verify the authenticity yet. But I think you won't, don't have the guts, and there's no need to lie to me about that."
"
"Of course, I will never lie about this matter, and there is no need to adulterate it."
Wei Ran made his promise extremely seriously. Even the peer in front of him seemed to overlap with the Deathstroke Assaulter who was his partner in his memory at a certain moment.
