Chapter Three Hundred and Nine You Think Too Much!
Chu He said harsh words. The middle-aged man also sneered. He seemed not to be suppressed by the cold aura deliberately created by Chu He. On the contrary, as a middle-level leader of the FBI, he had no intention of dealing with a person who only left some unobjective suspicions.
When the foreigner went to war, he had already expected that the other party was not someone to be trifled with, nor was he a rookie that could be frightened with just a few words. Therefore, he was not surprised at all by Chu He's reaction and attitude. Instead, he leisurely picked up the cup and was blown away by the air conditioner.
He took a few sips of some cold coffee and said casually: "Mr. Chu, do you know what the consequences will be if you say harsh words in front of me?"
"It's not very clear." Chu He said indifferently. "You can tell me."
"You may not want to know." He leaned forward slightly and the middle-aged man said solemnly. "Speaking of which, I rarely negotiate head-on with people like you who are responsible for multiple murders."
Chu He glanced meaningfully at this guy who was obviously no ordinary agent, and said calmly: "Then shouldn't I be honored?"
"You shouldn't." The middle-aged man stood up slowly and said. "You should be afraid."
Chu He smiled.
Not to mention a mere agent, Chu He would never feel afraid even if he met the King Ditian, who was known as the most powerful person.
There are only two reasons why people are afraid. They are afraid of death and do bad things.
Chu He is not afraid of death, nor does he do anything wrong. Is there anything in this world that he should fear or be afraid of?
Dong Dong.
The middle-aged man gently knocked on the iron table, and the iron door was pushed open immediately. Four tall, muscular black men poured in from the door. They stood in front of Chuhe with a murderous look. Their faces were ferocious.
"I have a nickname. The Crime Buster. All the criminals who are targeted by me never end well." The middle-aged man took out a box of Marlboros and lit one casually.
"Crime nemesis?" Chu He was not at all intimidated by the four powerful thug agents, and said with a smile. "Are you the legendary muse that scares ghosts and gods?"
"It seems that you are no stranger to me." Muse puffed out a puff of smoke with familiarity.
"It is said that you will do anything to solve the case." Chu He said slowly. "It is also called fighting violence with violence."
"When ordinary means cannot bring those scum of society to justice, some special means are always needed to handle the case." Muse flicked the cigarette ashes. "Like now."
"So I am a scum of society in your mind?" Chu He suddenly sat up straight and said in a very serious tone, "You don't understand me."
"I know that you committed a murder in New York. I also know that you are nicknamed Ghost Judge. Based on these two points alone, it is worth it no matter how much time I spend on you." Muse stood up slowly, smiling.
Roubuxiao. "Are you right?"
After that, he stopped looking at Chu He and turned around to walk out the door.
"Please entertain Mr. Chu who has come from afar for me. I'll be back in five minutes."
Five minutes is enough for the subordinates to polish this guy with a distinctive personality into a smooth and smooth shape, which will facilitate his subsequent interrogation.
"Mr. Muse, can you keep your cigarette?" Chu He stared at the Marlboro in Muse's hand greedily.
Muse was startled for a moment, then turned around and threw the cigarette on the table. He asked, "What are you doing?"
"Smoking afterwards," Chu He joked. "Although I'm not used to smoking toasted cigarettes, it's better than nothing."
A subtle look flashed in Muse's eyes and he said: "Interesting."
Creak.
Muse closed the iron door and walked towards the tea room. He decided to drink a cup of coffee and then returned to the iron box where he could not feel any warmth no matter how many clothes he put on.
As soon as the muse left, the four strong black men showed fierce looks in their eyes, and their bones crackled like fried beans. They rubbed their fists and walked towards Chu He, who looked like a flower girl in their eyes. They looked helpless to deal with this man.
Does a Chinese-American pretty boy with the power of a chicken need to dispatch four burly men?
The boss is making too much of a fuss!
They stepped forward one after another, surrounded Chu He who was sitting on the standing chair, and couldn't help but let out ferocious laughter. It was particularly frightening.
Chu He, on the other hand, stood up from the chair nonchalantly, then raised his arms bound by handcuffs, glanced at the strong men, and said with a smile: "Shall I perform a magic trick for you?"
"You can only save yourself by performing a magic trick."
Bang!
One of the black men suddenly stepped out and waved his fist, which was as big as an alms bowl, towards the door facing Chuhe.
If this punch had hit Chu He hard on the face, not only it would have left him completely unrecognizable, but at least his mouth and nose would have bled. He was really violent and merciless.
Click!
As soon as he took action, Chuhe also moved.
Chu He was a man of his word. If he told these strong men to perform a magic trick, he would definitely not lie to them.
So when the black man punched him, Chu He pulled his arms outward, but hearing the sound of metal breaking, the handcuffs were violently torn off by Chu He——
"Fake!"
The three onlookers trembled when they saw the scene in front of them. It was obviously due to excessive fright. On the other hand, the black man who punched him actually retracted his fist. He jumped back as if he had seen a ghost and stared at him with dumbfounded eyes.
Xiang Chuhe, who is so powerful, makes his scalp numb.
"Does it look good?"
Chu He smiled and looked at the black man who jumped away. The latter swallowed a mouthful of saliva forcibly, his teeth collided slightly, and he was in unbearable pain.
Whoosh!
Chu He took a quick step and approached the strong black man in the blink of an eye. He was actually as tall as the black man. His eyes met with a playful light.
The black man was tall and strong, with a typical Western body shape. But he was only about 185 in height. Chu He was slender and slender. When viewed from a distance, he seemed to be a lot shorter than the black man, but in fact he was just as tall. Now as he got closer, the burly man
The black man, on the other hand, lacked momentum. He was suppressed by Chu He and had no power to fight back. Chu He suddenly raised his hand without any fancy movements, and the black man flew towards the corner like a kite with a broken string, ruthlessly
He hit the metal wall hard, vomited blood with a loud bang, and landed heavily on the ground.
Seeing Chu He's lightning-fast attack, the other three immediately knocked their teammates to the ground. Their spines felt numb at first, and then they stepped forward shoulder to shoulder, planning to catch Chu He off guard.
But no matter how tall and strong they are, how can they be compared with Chu He, who has one foot in the ranks of strong men with rules?
Chu He, who vaguely felt the edge of being a strong player according to the rules, had not made a move since his previous fight with Lao Zongfeng. Deep down in his heart, he also had the idea of finding a strong player who could match his opponent to try his skills. Nowadays, there are no masters dueling, and there are these self-proclaimed ones.
The invincible black man’s warm-up is also good. It’s just——
Chu He, who is low-key, modest, restrained, luxurious and connotative, overestimated his opponents and underestimated himself, who had stepped into the ranks of those with strong rules——
In just ten seconds, he knocked the three of them to the ground like an executioner. The three of them were knocked unconscious. Only one of them was still alive and rolling and squirming on the cold floor. This shows how powerful Chu He's understatement was.
Terrifying and domineering.
Snap.
Chu He took out a Marlboro left by Muse, lit it, took a deep breath and said: "People say that smoking is very refreshing afterward. Why don't I feel it?"
Chu He pulled out the chair and sat down. He folded his feet like a fool and put them on the edge of the table. He raised the front heels of the chair and rocked it like a rocking chair. He looked like a veteran who had been in trouble all the time. In fact,
This guy was a frequent visitor to the police station before he joined the army. Those street gangsters who occasionally come in see him many times and are surprised by how often he comes into the police station. When they meet, he will even pass cigarettes to say hello, which is quite a bit like heroes.
Reckless spirit.
After smoking a cigarette, Muse pushed open the iron door in time and strode in.
But as soon as he entered the iron house, his whole body trembled. He quickly reached for his waist with his right hand, pulled out the pistol from the holster, pointed it at the top of Chu He's head in surprise, and said angrily: "What have you done?"
"Isn't it obvious enough?"
Chu He refilled a cigarette, kicked off the sturdy handcuffs on the table, and pointed at the four strong men lying on the ground: "They wanted to beat me. I fought back in self-defense. I beat them until their teeth were all over the floor.
Crying for father and mother."
Muse was sweating profusely and said in disbelief: "How did you do it?"
"I did it by hand." Chu He replied seriously.
"I mean - how did you open the handcuffs!" Muse shouted angrily.
"You pulled it apart with your hands." Chu He said with a half-smile. "What? Do you need me to perform it again?"
Muse pulled the safety of the pistol, threw the handcuffs around his waist on the table, moved the muzzle of the gun and said, "Put it on."
"You really want me to perform again?" Chu He said unexpectedly. "You don't look like such a superficial person."
"If you don't wear it, I refuse to be in the same room with you." Muse said without ambition.
"It won't help you if I put them on." Chu He shrugged, reached out and grabbed the handcuffs, and put them on his wrists.
"At least the moment you open your wrist, I can shoot." Muse pursed her lips and walked into the iron box, sitting across the Chu River as if there were thorns in her back.
Chu He was stunned for a moment, then smiled disdainfully: "You think too much."