In the well-equipped interrogation room, electric batons emitting blue light were poked at Feng Jianmin's body, causing his body to convulse violently and let out an ear-piercing howl. He knew before that being shocked by electric shock would be uncomfortable, but he didn't expect that it would be so painful if it was used on him.
Life is worse than death.
After a series of electric shocks, Feng Jianmin lay on the ground exhausted and weak, like a fish deprived of oxygen, with his mouth wide open and gasping for air. His head was stained with sweat and became sticky, making him look miserable.
"Director Feng, how are you? It feels good, right?" Qiu Yu asked with a sinister smile.
The severe beatings and electric shocks caused Feng Jianmin's psychological defense to collapse completely. He finally put aside his pretense as a director and begged: "Mr. Qiu, don't be like this. If you have any demands, you can ask me, please let me go."
Qiu Yu said angrily: "Fuck you, you bastard. I and you didn't dig your ancestral graves. Why did you plot to kill me over and over again? This time you sent a killer to assassinate me. If I didn't kill you, how could you free me?"
Hatred in my heart."
Feng Jianmin was so frightened that he hurriedly defended himself: "Mr. Qiu, please listen to me. I am not the one behind this matter. I have no choice but to follow others' orders. Please spare me."
Qiu Yu sneered and said: "I also know that you asked someone to be a gunman. Otherwise, people would not have brought you here and killed you directly. Now tell me, who is the culprit?"
"This..." Feng Jianmin hesitated for a while. After all, those people behind him were leaders with real power. If they were betrayed by him, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Qiu Yu's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he said gloomily: "Don't say yes, then fine, I'll send you on your way now."
After he finished speaking, He Dagang walked towards the west wall, where a machete hung about one meter and four meters long. The blade shone with a cold light. When he turned around and walked back, he held the handle of the knife with both hands and said with a ferocious face: "I am now
I’ll send you to the West, and you can choose a way to die, be disembowelled or chopped off the head?”
This desperado's posture was so frightening that Feng Jianmin moved back and said incoherently: "Don't... don't kill me... I said, say it right away, and I'll explain it now."
When Qiu Yu saw this, he waved his hand. He Dagang stopped and put his knife on the ground. He was like a powerful general in ancient times.
"Tell me, who is the person behind?" Qiu Yu said solemnly.
Feng Jianmin hurriedly said: "Then I have a request...after I fully explain, you can let me go."
Qiu Yu snorted coldly: "You are not qualified to bargain with me. I can only guarantee that if what you say is true, I will spare your life."
At the very least, he can guarantee his immortality. This promise gave Feng Jianmin a glimmer of hope, and he hurriedly said: "Okay, I'll tell them all. They are Ren Shangcheng, Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee, Wu Zhihe, Secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Committee, and Li Hanfeng, Vice Mayor. This is a joint discussion between them.
As a result, you will disappear completely and I will be responsible for finding the killer."
Qiu Yu was startled. He didn't expect that there were so many dignitaries who wanted to kill him, so he cursed secretly, "Mad, you all hope that I will die, but I don't want to live up to your wish."
Knowing the truth of the matter, Qiu Yu ordered: "Lock them up first."
"Mr. Qiu, please let me go," Feng Jianmin begged.
The driver said pitifully: "Boss Qiu, this matter has nothing to do with me at all. Don't arrest me."
Qiu Yu said slowly: "In order to avoid leaking the news, I can only wrong you for a while. When the matter is over, I will release you."
There is a strong prison cell in the law enforcement hall, and it is guarded by special personnel. A group of Yushe members escorted the two policemen out and locked them in the prison cell.
It was late at night. On the other hand, in a private room inside the Zui Xiaoyao Nightclub, Wu Qizheng, the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau, and Ren Zhiyong, the deputy director of the Finance Bureau, were drinking and changing glasses. They were both second-generation officials, and their fathers were from the city.
They fell in love with each other at first sight and soon became close friends. They often met to have fun. The two young men were accompanied by four young ladies who acted coquettishly, coquettishly, or threw themselves into their arms.
The nightclub was of a high standard and the girls were quite pretty. While they were drinking, the two of them did not forget to have fun, touching the girls around them.
Wu Qizheng's enthusiasm was at an all-time high. He liked the two girls around him very much. He felt that one looked like the big star Shu Qi, and the other dark-skinned girl looked like the singer Jike. He had already made up his mind and had to fight the two girls for three hundred rounds.
Then he smiled and said: "Zhiyong, drink slowly, we'll leave first."
Ren Zhiyong smiled and said: "Well, I wish Angkor a happy job."
Wu Qizheng laughed, "That's for sure, let's get out of the way first." He stood up, hugged the two ladies and pushed the door open to leave.
It stands to reason that as a police officer, he should be more careful when entering entertainment venues. However, he has long been blinded by power. Since his father is the secretary of the local municipal and legal committee and he is the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau, what should he be afraid of? Who dares to look at someone so blind?
If he makes irresponsible remarks, isn't that asking for death?
After coming out of the nightclub building, Wu Qizheng and the two girls got into his BMW. After all, they were out for fun. He was not wearing a police uniform or driving a police car, so it was more concealed.
The car started to turn around and headed south, preparing to go back to the villa for a fierce battle. Wu Qizheng glanced sideways, and he couldn't help but feel distracted. The beautiful scenery inside the car made Wu Qizheng feel as comfortable as an emperor.
There was a three-way intersection ahead. The BMW sports car continued to move forward. Suddenly, a large truck roared over from the intersection next to it and went straight to the BMW. Wu Qizheng inside was so frightened that he could no longer enjoy himself and cursed loudly, "Asshole
..." He hurriedly turned the steering wheel, wondering if he could avoid this bad luck.
"Canopy!" The large truck hit the BMW hard, and then the BMW was pushed back several meters and turned over with its hooves pointing upwards. A woman's frightened scream could be heard from inside.