area51novel Chapter 41 Always Willing
Chapter 41 Always Willing
"Don't even think about messing with me. My lawyer took my picture before I came in!"
"Don't try to play these old-fashioned tricks like using a book as a prop and then smashing it with a hammer, or the legal milk tea analogy. They're so outdated and tacky!"
Lian Haodong, trembling, declared with an air of self-assurance: "If you dare touch me, I'll hurt myself. There are plenty of reporters waiting outside!"
He even hoped that Wu Fusheng and his men would injure him, that would be even better.
"Don't be so arrogant!"
Song Zijie scolded Lian Haodong: "Do you really think we can't do anything to you?!"
"Kid, shut up!!"
Lian Haodong leaned forward: "Being a policeman is just a job, there's no need to go to such lengths!"
"You think you can mess with me? You're too green, you damn cops!!"
Lian Haodong was all too familiar with the cop's tactics.
just now.
They had no evidence pointing to themselves.
I'll stay here for at most forty-eight minutes.
As long as you don't want to talk about it.
All they can do is stare blankly and vent their anger.
Even Hao Dong is very resentful now.
He is a person who loves gambling, and it is common for him to lose hundreds of millions of dollars at times.
Because of his gambling addiction, his older brother, Lian Haolong, had a negative opinion of him and didn't like him very much.
and so.
In the realm of loyalty and trust, Lian Haodong has never been able to become a right-hand man.
All financial matters were handled entirely by his sister-in-law, Susu, and Lian Haodong was never allowed to touch them.
Tonight.
The arrival of these cops made Lian Haolong somewhat dissatisfied with him again.
and so.
He now wants to vent his anger on Wu Fusheng and his group.
Lian Haodong looked at Wu Fusheng defiantly: "You've got the guts to drag me in, but you're not so good at dealing with me?"
"Damn it, forty-eight minutes, that'll be quick, hurry up!"
Song Zijie clenched his fist and then relaxed it as he listened to Lian Haodong's provocation.
There's really nothing we can do about him.
"Since you've made this request, I have no choice but to grant it."
Wu Fusheng stood up and walked up to Lian Haodong: "Do you like smoking?"
Lian Haodong looked up at him.
Take a sip.
He exhaled wisps of smoke, looking at Wu Fusheng with a defiant gaze, the meaning of which was self-evident.
Wu Fusheng chuckled softly.
His gaze fell on Song Zijie and He Wenzhan.
Song Zijie looked at Wu Fusheng with some confusion.
He didn't understand what Wu Fusheng meant.
aside.
The veteran police chief, He Wenzhan, immediately understood.
He walked to the corner of the wall and looked up at the closed-circuit television screen above him.
Lift your right foot.
He kicked the socket in the corner.
The plug fell out of the socket.
The image is missing.
Wu Fusheng raised his hand and knocked the cigarette out of Lian Haodong's mouth.
He took out the handcuffs and locked his hands behind his back: "Ah Jie, bring me a bucket and a roll of duct tape."
At the beginning.
Wu Fusheng brought Lian Haodong in, but did not control him; his purpose was to make him lower his guard.
in this way.
He can then obtain the information he wants through the conversation.
This is called one type of non-confrontational interrogation.
just now.
Wu Fusheng had already obtained the information he wanted and didn't mind cooling down this big drug dealer.
Song Zijie, not understanding what was going on, opened the door, went out, and came back with a bucket.
"Hold him down!"
Wu Fusheng shouted and took out all the cigarettes from the cigarettes.
Lian Haodong was puzzled: "What do you want? I need to see my lawyer, my lawyer!!"
Wu Fusheng glanced at him: "Let me invite you to try the new project, it's free."
He grabbed Lian Haodong's chin with his palm and pried his mouth open.
They stuffed all ten or so cigarettes into his mouth.
With Song Zijie's cooperation, the tape was wrapped around the nose several times to secure it and also to seal it.
Light the cigarette with a lighter.
Unable to breathe, Lian Haodong had no choice but to passively inhale through his mouth.
The bucket was shoved over his head, completely covering him.
A large amount of smoke spread through the bucket.
It wasn't until the bucket was filled with steam that water began to emerge from the bottom.
"vomit.."
"Cough cough cough!"
"Mmm..."
Lian Haodong struggled violently, coughing violently.
Song Zijie stared blankly at the scene.
He Wenzhan is like a guardian deity.
With his hands folded in front of his waist, he stood in a very standard PTU patrol posture.
He stood ramrod straight, staring blankly ahead.
He finished most of a cigarette.
Wu Fusheng then lifted the bucket lid, looking at Lian Haodong, whose face was streaked with tears: "How was it? Was that satisfying enough?!"
"Huff...huff..."
Lian Haodong was panting heavily, his eyes filled with tears as he looked at Wu Fusheng.
He felt a burning sensation in his lungs, as if they were about to explode.
The sight of more than ten cigarettes burning together not only produced an astonishing amount of smoke, but also an alarmingly high calorie content, causing Song Zijie's lips to twitch.
Wu Fusheng grabbed his collar: "Smoking? Do you still want to smoke?!"
Lian Haodong looked at Wu Fusheng with a flicker in his eyes, but finally shook his head: "No...I won't smoke."
That feeling just now has left him traumatized.
Wu Fusheng released him and patted the wrinkles in his shirt: "Do you need a medical examination? I'll call one for you!"
"..."
Lian Haodong shook his head in silence.
"That's settled then."
Wu Fusheng turned and walked out: "Next time you come to the police station, keep your head down, you scoundrel."
He gave the waiter at the door a few words of advice: "No bail. We'll talk after you've been locked up for forty-eight hours."
Song Zijie and He Wenzhan followed them out, not forgetting to plug the plug back in.
The screen is restored.
I just sat down.
Liao Zhizong brought in the case file: "Inspector Wu, this is Zhong Xinyi's case file. You might find it useful."
He pushed the case file in front of Wu Fusheng: "This is all the latest intelligence that our Organized Crime and Triad Bureau has."
Wu Fusheng looked at him with some surprise: "Okay, then thank you for your help from the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau."
Liao Zhizong quickly waved his hand: "Inspector Kuang asked me to bring this. If you can solve the case, everything will be fine."
Thank you.
Wu Fusheng exchanged a few pleasantries with him and then sent him away.
He took out the case files and handed them to Song Zijie and He Wenzhan to quickly flip through, taking turns to read them.
"Why is the O-Division acting like a private investigator?"
Song Zijie took the case file from Wu Fusheng: "They even dug up information about how Xiao Ci, the wife of the gang leader A Wu, was having affairs with other men."
Wu Fusheng glanced at it calmly: "When collecting materials, of course we should collect them comprehensively."
The man Xiao Ci met outside was named A Qing, and he was a very good breakthrough point.
All information has been integrated.
Wu Fusheng lit a cigarette, a very detailed plan already forming in his mind.
He looked at Song Zijie: "Ah Jie, go out and get a cup of coffee."
Wait for him to leave.
Wu Fusheng looked at He Wenzhan: "Tell Meiqi that Meizhen will have something to say about this soon."
"At that time, all she needs to do is cooperate appropriately, and she will not only avoid any mistakes but also make a contribution."
He Wenzhan immediately perked up.
His eyes lit up: "Brother Sheng, you already have a plan?"
He Wenzhan looked at the file in his hand: "Currently, there are no concrete clues related to Zhong Xinyi."
This file can only provide the most basic information.
As for matters related to drug trafficking, there are none.
When Song Zijie came in, he also looked at Wu Fusheng.
"Tomorrow morning, you'll come with me for dim sum."
Wu Fusheng nodded his head: "Once the morning tea is over, we'll have all the clues."