Hearing the conversation between two policemen, one fat and one thin, Chen Yang could not imagine how hateful these policemen were. They framed innocent people, beat old people, and deceived their superiors. These people were worse than bandits.
"Boy, let me ask you, did you kill the nine people who died in the abandoned mine warehouse?"
The fat man roared ferociously and looked at Chen Yang with wide eyes. The baton in his hand hit the iron table hard, making a clanging sound that was particularly harsh in the closed interrogation room.
Obviously, fat police officers are more professional than thin police officers.
Chen Yang smiled calmly and nodded: "Yes."
What is it?!
The police, one fat and one thin, were stunned. They couldn't believe their ears. They had thought of many answers, but they never thought that Chen Yang would admit it so straightforwardly.
The next routine was supposed to be a threat and then a subjugation, but the other party directly admitted it, what should we do?
This guy doesn't play by the rules at all.
"Damn it, beat me first and then talk about it." The fat policeman cursed, pointed his baton at Chen Yang, and said with a sinister smile: "Boy, if you want to blame it, it's your own ignorance. You actually dare to offend our Liao office. Let me tell you, Liao
He is someone who is valued by Director Ma of the Municipal Bureau. If you offend him, you will be dead."
"Listen to what you mean, your Liao Suo seems to be very good. I wonder if he can beat someone." Chen Yang leaned back on the chair and crossed his legs, but he didn't take the other party's threat seriously at all.
The fat policeman looked at Chen Yang's leisurely look, his small eyes narrowed into a thin line, and he said with a strange tone: "I tell you, no matter who you are, you will die today."
The thin policeman stood up and said with a sinister look on his face: "Boy, since you have admitted the crime of killing nine lives, I will not embarrass you. I will give you a chance. As long as you kneel down and call us grandpa three times, and then
Sign and stamp the confession, and we won't embarrass you. And when Captain Liao comes over later, I will ask him to be gentle."
"You give me a chance?" Chen Yang sneered, and said with a cold face: "Just like this, I will give you two a chance. If you take off your clothes and roll around on the ground three times, call me ancestor a hundred times, I will spare you a life."
Dog’s life.”
"You dare to play tricks on us!" the thin policeman yelled, grabbed his baton and walked quickly towards Chen Yang, saying: "I must make you kneel down and kowtow today, otherwise my surname will not be Wang."
"If your surname is not Wang, then your surname is Chen with me. Anyway, I am your ancestor."
Chen Yang's relaxed look was in sharp contrast to the policeman's angry and ferocious look.
The thin policeman swung his baton and hit Chen Yang on the chest very fiercely.
Although the surface of the baton is rubber, the middle is a steel pipe. If you hit it with all your strength, without any defense, your sternum will be broken and your internal organs will be damaged.
"You're still so arrogant when your hands are cuffed. It's too late to regret it now."
The thin policeman had a ferocious smile on his face. Thinking of the image of Chen Yang vomiting blood and begging for mercy in pain, his nerves showed abnormal excitement.
The fat policeman seemed to think that this was not enough, so he took out a large hammer hidden in the iron cabinet next to him, intending to deal with this ungrateful boy.
Just as the baton was about to fall on Chen Yang, suddenly, with a bang, the thin policeman flew out without warning and hit the wall with a loud bang. Spider-web-shaped cracks appeared on the wall, showing the strength of the baton.
big.
puff.
The thin policeman spit out a mouthful of blood and slowly slid to the ground. The baton in his hand fell to the ground and rolled for a distance before stopping.
He looked at Chen Yang with fear on his face, and saw that Chen Yang raised his right foot high, and showed a posture to kick him away, but just now, he didn't see clearly how Chen Yang kicked.
Moreover, this kick broke at least five of his ribs, and the pain made his teeth chatter.
"With such little ability, you are too unprofessional if you still want to extract a confession through torture."
Chen Yang slowly put his feet down and put his hands that were cuffed behind his back in front of him. He had already broken the handcuffs, but he just didn't throw them away.
The two policemen glanced at the twisted handcuffs on the ground. Cold sweat broke out on their foreheads. How much strength was required to do this? Is this kid in front of me still human?
The fat policeman who originally wanted to pounce on Chen Yang felt his throat was dry. Gulu swallowed his saliva, but he lost the courage to go up and beat Chen Yang. The hand holding the big hammer was shaking constantly.
Chen Yang stood up, twisted his arms, walked towards the thin policeman, looked down at him, and said coldly: "I hate it when others threaten me, no matter who it is."
After saying that, he stepped on the thin policeman's left arm, and with a click, the thin policeman's bones broke. He let out a shrill scream, his cheeks turned red in pain, and he looked at Chen Yang with fear in his eyes.
He felt that the young man's eyes were cold and calm, as if what he had just stepped on was not a person, but an insect.
"I'm sorry, I saw it wrong. It seemed that you were holding the baton with your right hand just now."
At this moment, Chen Yang said something coldly, which frightened the thin policeman so much that his heart almost jumped out of his chest. Before he could beg for mercy, Chen Yang stepped on his right arm and shattered the bones.
When the fat policeman standing nearby saw this scene, he was dumbfounded. After working at the police station for so long, he had never encountered such a cruel person. He could break someone's arm with just two feet.
"Stop, I...I'll sue you for assaulting the police."
The fat policeman faced Chen Yang's back and said tremblingly. Seeing Chen Yang turn around, he quickly took out his pistol and pointed it at Chen Yang, shouting: "Squat on the ground with your head in your hands, or I will shoot."
With the gun in his hand, Fatty suddenly felt a sense of security and cursed: "Damn it, he's so cruel. If you dare, come and see if your fist is better or my gun is better."
Chen Yang looked at the black muzzle of the gun in the fat policeman's hand and burst into laughter. He wanted to hold "God" hostage with a pistol. This was simply a joke on God.
"Who did I provoke today? They planned to ambush me, and Bai Dao also pointed a gun at me. Is it because I am having a bad time?"
Chen Yang murmured to himself, ignored the fat policeman's pistol, and walked towards him unhurriedly, saying: "You'd better put the gun down, you know, the pistol can easily go off."
"Fuck you."
The fat policeman yelled and mustered up the courage to pull the trigger.
But in an instant, Chen Yang flashed in front of him, pressed his pistol down, and with a bang, the bullet shot out and hit his own thigh.
The fat policeman screamed and fell to the ground, and the pistol fell into Chen Yang's hand.
"I told you that pistols can easily go off. Why didn't you listen?"
Chen Yang played with the pistol, turned it, pointed at the left palm of the fat policeman, and said calmly: "The one you shot just now was your left hand, right?"
The fat policeman shivered and said hurriedly: "No, no, no, it's the right...ah...my left hand...you made the wrong mistake..."
Before he could finish his words, Chen Yang had shot through his left palm, then pointed the gun at his right palm, pulled the trigger with a bang, and said with a harmless smile on his face: "No.