He Zhenzhong turned around and saw that the guy's hands and feet had been held down by four people and he was still struggling. His pants had been torn, exposing his big white buttocks.
And a guy with a sinister face stood behind him, his hands had fallen to his waist, and he was taking off his pants.
Clang.
Hearing the sound of the iron door opening from behind, He Zhenzhong's eyes fell to the back again, and then the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. The torturer finally arrived.
Deng Deng Deng.
Footsteps sounded, and two men in suits, accompanied by several prison guards, walked over quickly.
Seeing He Zhenzhong standing at the door of the prison cell, the expressions of several prison guards were obviously condensed, and their eyes were confused. This Chinese monkey was still standing here intact?
Several people's eyes fell on the prison cell, and when they saw the blood spilled on the ground and the chaotic scene, they suddenly took a breath of air. How long had this guy been locked up? How long did he make such a big noise?
Swish.
Without hesitation, several people lifted up the Weichong in their arms, turned on the safety, and aimed at He Zhenzhong.
The two senior FBI agents in suits seemed much calmer.
"Bring it out."
"yes."
Two prison guards stepped forward, opened the iron door with a clang, walked over, cuffed He Zhenzhong's hands, and pushed him outside.
Looking at He Zhenzhong, the two FBI guys were also a little surprised. He was so calm. It seemed that he was not an ordinary person. However, they were confident that He Zhenzhong would cooperate honestly.
"Walk."
The matter was urgent, and the two of them didn't want to waste time.
Now, the United States has exploded, the Statue of Liberty has been blown up, and the government has fallen into a dilemma. Now it can only use hatred to divert the attention of the people. And this Chinese is undoubtedly the best choice, making a fuss about the Jadeite
Manor, throwing powerful grenades, ramming police, and racing towards the Statue of Liberty, these are all perfect evidence.
Deng Deng Deng.
Arriving in front of Cell No. 3, He Zhenzhong paused, turned his head, and looked inside.
His eyes quickly fell on a thin figure wearing glasses in the corner, sitting quietly on the couch, flipping through a magazine.
Nothing happened at all? He Zhenzhong was also slightly surprised. It seemed that the guy who was arrested was not simple.
"Walk."
"Leave quickly."
The two prison guards began to push He Zhenzhong with their hands.
Hearing the sound, Luo Zhenguo in the prison cell raised his head, stretched out his hand to adjust his glasses, and stared directly at He Zhenzhong. A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and then he buried his head again.
He Zhenzhong knew it, and it seemed to be right. This guy, Luo Zhenguo, is a genius computer scientist and one of the top ten hackers in the world. It is indeed not easy for someone to be heartbroken by the United States and not be allowed to return to the country after being caught in prison.
According to his reports, in the past, Mr. Qian Xuesen, known as the father of China's aerospace industry and the father of missiles, was imprisoned by the US government and used various methods to prevent him from returning to China.
"Walk."
Deng Deng.
Soon, He Zhenzhong was taken to the torture room.
An FBI guy walked up to He Zhenzhong with his hands behind his back, bent down, and said condescendingly, "You are a smart man, please cooperate, otherwise, you know what will happen."
He Zhenzhong raised his head and smiled slightly, "Sorry, I don't study well and my brain is not working well. Can you explain it more clearly?"
The guy's expression immediately changed. He was about to die, but he still dared to show off to him?
He raised his hand. Years of torture and confessions made him very clear on how to deal with people like He Zhenzhong. He knew that such people were arrogant, so he had to first destroy their self-esteem and remove their so-called dignity.
Trampled underfoot and ravaged severely.
call.
"You want to try it?"
"Humph." The guy snorted coldly. Was he scared?
call.
The palm of his hand fell towards He Zhenzhong's face.
call.
Suddenly, in front of his eyes, a black shadow flashed over at a faster speed, bypassed his hand, and then fell violently on his face.
Snapped.
A crisp slap sounded.
The guy's face instantly became red and swollen, like a pig's head.
The prison guards holding guns in the back were stunned for a moment, and then they reacted and raised their guns.
As if he didn't see it, He Zhenzhong reached out, grabbed a pack of cigarettes on the table, took out one and put it in his mouth, lowered his head, clicked it, lit it, and took a deep breath.
call.
A light blue smoke ring slowly rose.
These guys wanted his cooperation and confession, but they didn't dare to kill him without thinking.
The FBI took a few steps back, with a burning pain on his face. Seeing that the handcuffs on He Zhenzhong's hands had been broken, a trace of horror flashed in his eyes.
However, when he saw He Zhenzhong slap him, he slowly grabbed one of his cigarettes, lit it, and sat there smoking slowly, looking so carefree, that his lungs almost exploded with anger.
He felt aggrieved. He had lived for most of his life and had never seen such an arrogant prisoner.
Without any hesitation, he reached out and grabbed it on the shelf at the back, and a pistol as black as ink fell into his hand.
boom.
The crisp sound of gunfire rang out.
puff.
A flower of blood bloomed on He Zhenzhong's shoulder, and then a slight feeling of numbness spread from there.
Seeing that He Zhenzhong had been hit by an anesthetic bullet, the guy put down his gun, raised his hand, touched his face, walked towards He Zhenzhong, put his head close to him, with a sneer on his face, and hummed: "Aren't you very powerful?
?Don’t you like to hit people in the face? Come on, slap me on the left cheek, and now I’m giving you the right cheek, come and slap me.”
Snapped.
A crisp slap sounded.
The guy's head jerked to the side, he opened his mouth, and with a pop, blood and teeth spattered. Five red finger prints were clearly visible on his right face.
this?
All the prison guards and the other guy were dumbfounded. They stood there as if they had seen a ghost. Wasn't this guy hit by a tranquilizer bomb? How could he still move? Could it be that the tranquilizer bomb is a fake product?
Or is it expired?
"You said you, a bitch or not, actually offered your face to me for a spanking. If I didn't spank you, I would feel a little sorry for you." He Zhenzhong hummed with a cigarette in his mouth, raised his right hand and waved it.
Snapped.
Another crisp slap sounded.
The guy just came back to his senses, with a ferocious expression on his face, he pushed away a few steps, stretched out his hand, took out the pistol from his waist, and pointed it at He Zhenzhong. He was so angry that he lost his mind. As an interrogator, he actually
Being slapped three times by a prisoner is unforgivable.
He pressed his fingers down fiercely, he must kill this damn guy.