Han Baihang was in a good mood at night. He wanted to have something to eat and relax at a roadside stall with his brothers. Unexpectedly, they were all disrupted by the sudden killer. He couldn't eat, so he had to go home, feeling extremely frightened and angry.
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Han Baihang originally wanted to torture the killer, but he expected that such a desperado would not spit out his words easily. Moreover, he had already guessed a little bit about the mastermind behind the assassination, and he only needed to confirm it, so he called Gao Hongyi and ordered this
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Han Baixing leaned on the sofa and lit a cigarette. His mind was spinning rapidly, thinking about what had happened recently. He didn't say anything, but he was already feeling tired in his heart. He had lived in a peaceful era and had never seen war before.
I always thought about being a general, commanding thousands of troops and galloping on the battlefield, but now I accidentally got involved in the historical flood of the Republic of China, and I felt that everything seemed different from what I had expected before.
War is not just children's play. War is about killing people. One general's achievements lead to thousands of bones being withered. How many wives have lost their husbands and how many children have lost their fathers. But the Chinese will not wake up unless they are beaten. No.
When the beating hurts, he pretends to sleep.
Han Baihang couldn't help but feel a deep sadness in his heart when he thought about what happened in China in modern times. Now that he is here, he doesn't seek to be a hero or to leave any reputation. If he can be a dog and wake up this sleeping country, it can be considered
Did something.
The cigarette in my hand had long since burned out, and the ashes fell to the ground, causing them to roll a few times in the wind outside the window.
Han Baihang was just about to get up and ask how the assigned matter was going, when Feng Shu walked in with a late-night snack and put a few classic Shanghai snacks on the table, "I guess you didn't eat anything at night. How many days have you been in Shanghai?"
"Japan, I'm afraid you haven't been familiar with Shanghai's specialties yet, so I sent someone to buy some for you to try."
Although Han Baihang was rude and ate as soon as he picked it up, he still felt warm in his heart. After all, those who had been fighting outside for so long were all with rough men. They only knew how to carry out military orders, but they didn't know how to ask for help. He couldn't help but look at Feng more.
A glance.
Seeing that he was eating happily, Feng Ji felt inexplicably happy and looked on beside him.
After eating a few snacks, the two of them were chatting. Gao Hongyi walked in and gave a military salute, "Report to the division commander that everything is ready."
Hearing this, Feng Ju knew that they had secrets to tell and that it was not appropriate for him to stay here, so he got up, packed up, and left silently.
Both of them couldn't help but take another look at Feng Shu.
Han Baihang once again confirmed whether everything was ready.
That’s it! It’s still Gao Hongyi’s sonorous and powerful voice.
"Be careful not to mess up my acting, I can just rely on him to catch big fish!"
"Don't worry, sir. The ones I've found are the ones who are good at acting. If they were put in the opera house, nothing would happen to Mei Lanfang!"
"I'll just watch you bragging quietly!"
"..."
Interrogation room.
Zhuzi was holding a red-hot iron and dangled it in front of the captured assassin, sometimes on his face, and sometimes on his chest. Although the assassin had been beaten with blood all over his body, he had not suffered any injuries.
, refused to speak, the heat from the soldering iron in front of him was suffocating, and the guy simply closed his eyes.
Zhuzi couldn't help but chuckled when he saw this guy caressing him like this. He slowly moved the soldering iron down and stretched it towards his indescribable part. The assassin was closing his eyes when he suddenly felt an infinite warmth under his lower abdomen, which was getting stronger and stronger.
Hot, when he opened his eyes and looked, his heart was filled with despair. Although he knew that Han Baihang would not kill him immediately, but leaving him with some kind of lifelong disability, these people were totally capable of doing it. He immediately started to curse: "You son of a bitch."
, Scholars can be killed and not humiliated. If you have the guts, you can kill me. How can you be a good man by dangling a piece of iron? Come on, if you have the guts, you can kill me!"
Han Baihang and Gao Hongyi were listening outside the door. Knowing that this guy was timid, they couldn't help but smile at each other.
Inside, Zhuzi knew that the time was almost up, so he still took a soldering iron and swung it around the assassin's crotch, with a very sinister expression on his face, "If you curse again, do you believe I will press this thing in for you! If you press it there, you will
I’m afraid I’ll have to squat down to pee for the rest of my life!”
When the assassin heard this, he really begged for mercy, hero, don't, don't, everything is easy to say, you have a lot, please let me go, if I go out, the benefits will be yours...
Zhuzi laughed evilly again, "Do you think your kid can still get out?"
The assassin hurriedly begged for mercy, "If you let me go, I'll go out! Don't worry, as long as you let me out, the benefits will definitely be yours. Three, three gold bars, what do you think?"
Zhu Zhu slowly put the soldering iron back into the furnace, looked at the two jurors behind him, who were meeting, and walked out quietly.
When the assassin saw that there was something going on, he quickly thanked you profusely, "Thank you for your grace, you have a lot of it!"
Zhuzi pretended to think for a while, then shook his head and said, "No, three is too few. You have to have this number no matter what! Stretch out five fingers."
The assassin pretended to be embarrassed and thought for a long time before reluctantly agreeing.
Zhu Zhu suddenly slapped his thigh, "Okay, but if you go out, how can I get the money? What if you run away, where can I find you?"
The assassin vowed, "How could it be possible? You saved my life. How can I be such a villain? If you don't believe me, send someone with my portrait to the sixth house in the east of the city to ask questions."
Ask, my wife and children are still there. I can run away but the monk cannot run away from the temple. If I disappear, my wife and children are at your disposal!"
Zhuzi called in a jury and asked him to go to the place mentioned by the assassin to inquire.
After a while, the juror ran back and whispered a few words into Zhuzhu's ear.
Seeing this, the assassin realized that there was a chance of survival and hurriedly said: "Look, you believe it now, I'm not telling lies."
Zhu Zhu pretended to believe it and said: "You kid really didn't tell lies. Three days, just three days. If I can't get the things, you can find your wife in the lowest brothel in Shanghai. Also, that kid of yours
, I will also ask the dead brothers to train you well!"
The assassin smiled to please, "How could it be possible? How could it be..."
Zhuzi suddenly scolded: "Stop talking nonsense, I will let you out now. You pretend to knock me out, put on my clothes, and get out of here. If others ask you, don't answer. I have made arrangements and no one will stop you."
Yours! It’s best not to say you know me when you go out, otherwise I’ll peel off your skin!”
The assassin thanked him profusely. While untying the rope, he took the stick given by Zhu Zhu and pretended not to dare to attack.
Seeing this guy dawdling, Zhuzhu couldn't help but feel funny in his heart, and cursed, "Damn it, you are still a killer, can you act like a man? Remember, I will see you in three days..."
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Before he finished speaking, the assassin's stick fell down and hit the head of the pillar, causing the pillar to faint on the spot.
The assassin cursed, took off Zhu Zhu's clothes, kicked Zhu Zhu twice, and walked out in a hurry.
