At around two o'clock in the afternoon, Su Tianyu took Lao Hei and Hou Guoyu and returned to Longcheng urgently.
…
Manchester, an interrogation room on the second floor of a detached building.
Lao Yang, who came from a rough background, did not enjoy special treatment at all. He was stripped of his clothes, and his arms were hung on the iron chains on the roof. His whole body was in a semi-floating state, and only his toes could touch him slightly.
to the ground.
Four European men, wearing shirts and with sleeves rolled up, stood next to Lao Yang, holding various torture instruments in their hands.
Lao Yang was almost tortured to death. He was drugged and physically abused. Even the two egg balls in the middle of his crotch were clipped with electric shock films.
Blood dripped from his cheek, and Lao Yang's whole body convulsed with pain.
Zhang Baofeng sat on the chair and looked at him: "How about it, why don't you tell me? What kind of friendship do you have with Lu Feng? Is this necessary?!"
Lao Yang lowered his head and did not respond.
Zhang Baofeng walked up to Lao Yang, put his hands behind his back, and asked with a sullen face: "You and Lu Feng are related by blood, why do you have to shoulder the burden for him until you die?"
Lao Yang slowly raised his head, the scar on his forehead was still bleeding.
Zhang Baofeng stared at him: "I told you, as long as you explain, nothing will happen. Your Changqing branch will also get a sum of money, and it will be managed by the unified department in the future. Are you not satisfied with this price?
Then tell yourself what you want!"
Lao Yang looked at him and asked: "I...I confessed...what are you going to do to sentence Lu Feng?"
Zhang Baofeng was stunned when he heard this.
"What will happen to me??! You are determined to prove that Lu Feng is engaged in espionage activities in other areas. Who is he engaging in espionage activities? I am one of the principal criminals... If you don't sue me first, how can you sue Lu Feng?
?Do you think I am stupid?" Lao Yang spat out blood: "You don't have to waste your efforts, I won't say anything!"
Zhang Baofeng gritted his teeth and reached out to pinch Lao Yang's neck: "Then you want to die!"
"Look at my mouth shape!" Lao Yang gasped and raised his head, and cursed very crisply: "Fuck you! Do you understand?"
Zhang Baofeng's face turned red.
"Do you know what Jianghu children are?! Do you know what morality is?! Do you think anyone can talk to me and I will agree to be included? Lu Feng is my friend, understand?" Lao Yang looked at Zhang Baofeng: "I
No matter how big or small, he is still a leader, and he has thousands of Chinese workers under his command!! I don’t believe it, you dare to beat me to death!!”
"Haha!!" Zhang Baofeng pinched Lao Yang's neck hard: "You have such a tough mouth!!"
"No...no way!" Lao Yang's face turned red after being pinched, and he replied in a hoarse voice: "If I didn't have good teeth, how could I have gained such a big industry in Manchester?!"
"Bang, bang, bang...!"
Zhang Baofeng punched Lao Yang several times in the mouth.
Blood droplets as big as walnuts flew away and fell densely on the ground. Lao Yang's body was lifted up, swinging back and forth, and he passed out.
Zhang Baofeng shook off the blood on his hands and said in a hoarse voice: "Continue to give him medicine, use counter-espionage interrogation equipment, and find technicians to get him to confess!"
"Yes!" the person next to me replied.
…
five minutes later.
Zhang Baofeng left the interrogation room, took the phone, and dialed the number of his superiors.
In Washington, in the office of the director of the 5th Bureau of the Central Bureau, a middle-aged man of mixed Chinese and American descent reached out and picked up his mobile phone: "Hey, Xiao Zhang!"
"Director Gwen, I have encountered some resistance here. Lao Yang from the Changqing branch is much tougher than we thought. He refuses to confess the fact that he and Lu Feng were engaged in espionage activities." Zhang Baofeng frowned slightly and said:
"I'm ready to take medicine."
"The video recording of his confession needs to be processed. It is best to be synthesized so that the prosecutor cannot find out that he confessed his crime while taking medication." Gwen crossed her legs and said softly: "Because the hospital
I don’t approve of this interrogation method, it will be very troublesome to operate.”
"Yes, I understand!"
"How was the discussion with Wu Boxin?" Gwen asked.
"We're almost done talking. This old fox compromised after his son showed up."
"Okay, after I have a meeting in the next two days, I will go to Manchester City and I will leave it to you to handle it."
"Yes, sir!"
"that's all!"
The two ended the call, and Gwen stood up in a straight military uniform and walked to the grooming mirror.
Gwen, whose real name is Chen Zhenhua, is thirty-six years old this year. His father is a senior official in the Chinese Corps, and his mother is a native of District 1.
Chen Zhenhua is of mixed race, and both his parents are handsome, so although he is already middle-aged, he still looks very charming, and because of his family connections, he was promoted one after another in the military intelligence department.
Don’t underestimate the position of director of the Central Bureau! First of all, it is difficult for ordinary Chinese to be employed here, because the Central Bureau is the core of military intelligence in the entire district, and the administrative level crushes units like the Tsing Yi Bureau.
So here we pay attention to "purity of blood".
If Chen Zhenhua were not of mixed race, it would probably be difficult for him to climb to this position.
Moreover, the subordinate units of the Central Bureau are all division-level departments. It is actually very difficult for a man in his thirties to be the top leader in this place. First, he must have outstanding connections and abilities.
Chen Zhenhua has a special personality. He doesn't like outsiders to call him by his Chinese name. People at work also call him Gwen. In order to cover up his black hair, he goes to the barber shop to dye it all day long. In short, he is doing it all the time.
I'm thinking about how to cut ties with the Chinese Corps and draw a clear line.
It is precisely because of this that he can soar all the way!
After the phone call, Chen Zhenhua left the unit by car and went to the headquarters for a meeting.
…
Dragon City.
The Operations Division of the General Statistics Bureau took out four men from the special prison, two white and two Chinese.
The car sped all the way back to the headquarters of the National Bureau of Statistics.
It's about four o'clock in the afternoon.
A white man was escorted to the interrogation room and looked up at Lao Hei.
"Let him sit down." Lao Hei ordered calmly.
Two officers from the operations office came forward and made the white man sit down.
"I remember you can understand Chinese, right?" Lao Hei asked.
The white man hesitated for a moment and nodded slowly.
"I don't have any other request. I just want you to call your hometown." Lao Hei stood up and stepped forward with the phone: "Tell your superiors directly that if they mess around and ignore the legal provisions, they will detain our deputy director.
, then things will be troublesome.”
The white man looked up at him without saying a word.
Lao Hei bent down: "Dragon City is no better than other places. We have the final say on the judicial process here. If District Two insists on detaining our deputy director! Then you will be executed, but the reason announced to the public is that you disobey the prison
Management, actively choose to commit suicide! Do you understand?"
…
Dragon City, Anjia.
An Qiqi walked down in camouflage sportswear, reached for a document, and handed it to his father: "Dad, look at this!"