Zhao Meili was stunned.

Where is this?

This is the police station!

Unexpectedly, Wu Xian dared to do it here!

This impact even made them forget that Wu Xian had deformed the baton and handcuffs.

"Wu Xian, why are you looking for death!" Zhao Jiahui covered his face angrily, he was beaten in front of his sister and his subordinates, he was completely angry, and his anger canceled his reason.

A punch slammed into Wu Xian's face.

"I don't know what to do!"

In his eyes, a cold light flashed, and Wu Xian's body suddenly erupted with a sinister aura.

Moment.

The temperature of the air seems to have dropped a lot.

Zhao Jiahui's two subordinates couldn't help but shudder.

Zhao Meili was even more pale, a little lost her soul.

"Huh!"

Wu Xian was very relaxed and grabbed Zhao Jiahui's fist.

Meantime.

Palm firm.

"Click!"

His five fingers were pinched off by Wu Xian.

Directly deformed.

"Ahh

Zhao Jiahui screamed, cold sweat broke out: "Let go of me, let go of me!"

"How do you feel?" Wu Xian smiled, stared at Zhao Jiahui, and asked with interest.

"Let go of me, or you'll die ugly!" Zhao Jiahui screamed, threatening, before his words fell, Wu Xian's hand became more and more forceful.

Suddenly.

Ten fingers to heart.

A sharp pain ran down his fingers and into his heart, and his heart twitched violently, and his face turned white.

"Are you ignoring me? I don't like it, I even hate it when people take my words as a deaf ear. Wu Xian said softly, "Let me ask you again how you feel?"

"It feels very bad, it hurts, it hurts!" Zhao Jiahui shouted in horror, his face was distorted in pain, and it was very, very ugly.

"Oh, I see, I thought you didn't feel it. ”

Wu Xian let go of him.

Sit down in a chair in the interrogation room.

Said lightly: "Since it hurts, I think, you should know what to do next, right?"

Zhao Jiahui covered his hands, and cold sweat broke out: "Mr. Wu, you can leave now, immediately, immediately, you can leave here immediately." ”

"Just going?"

Wu Xian glanced at Zhao Meili, and then at Zhao Jiahui: "It seems that you still don't understand what I mean...... Do you still want to enjoy the feeling you just had?"

At this moment, Wu Xian, although the corners of his mouth have a trace of curvature, but it is not so warm and sunny, just by looking at it, Zhao Jiahui is frightened.

He even saw that in the depths of Wu Xian's eyes, there was murderous intent!

This kind of killing intent, he had only seen in the eyes of the gang leader when he was executing an anti-narcotics case once.

At that time, he was still a small police officer.

The entire team, eight people rushed forward senselessly and killed the leader of the gang with their lives, but the eight people also died.

At that time, he was the only one left!

It was also that time that he made a meritorious contribution that allowed him to sit in today's position.

Those eyes, even after so many years, he has never forgotten it, and he woke up from a nightmare because of it.

And today, he saw it again.

He had no doubt that if he didn't do what Wu Xian wanted, he would die.

If he dies here, maybe Wu Xian won't end well.

But, at that time, he was already dead, what happened to Wu Xian, and what did it have to do with him?

He doesn't want to die, he wants to live!

As a human spirit, of course he understood Wu Xian's meaning.

Thinking back, his eyes became fierce, he turned his head, looked at Zhao Meili, and picked up the electric baton on the ground with one hand.

Wu Xian wanted him to teach Zhao Meili a lesson.

"Brother, you ...... What do you want. ”

Zhao Meili subconsciously took two steps back, her eyes full of fear, "Brother, I'm your sister, you can't mess around......"

"What do I want to do?" Zhao Jiahui had a gloomy face, pushed the two subordinates away, and said viciously, "It's all because of you stinky bitch!"

"What do I want to do, you ask?"

"If it weren't for you, my hand wouldn't have broken!"

"If it weren't for you, how could it be like this!"

Zhao Jiahui said what he said from his heart, at this moment, he really hated Zhao Meili, hated Zhao Meili for messing with someone who shouldn't be messed with.

No.

not people,

It's God!

Ordinary people, who can carry the electric batons, who can pinch the handcuffs and deform them? How can it be easy to pinch off his fingers?!

Zhao Meili damn it!

He was ruthless in his heart, slapped Zhao Meili, Zhao Meili was directly pumped to the corner, and then, without hesitation, his electric baton fell on Zhao Meili.

"Zizi ......"

Zhao Meili trembled, her eyes turned white, and she looked at Zhao Jiahui begging for mercy: "Brother, please, please, let me go, let me go......"

She pleaded.

But Zhao Jiahui didn't seem to hear it, didn't stop, and couldn't stop.

Because Wu Xian was watching from behind at the moment.

If he stops, he is the one who suffers!

Zhao Meili struggled and grabbed Zhao Jiahui, Zhao Jiahui kicked him away, punched and kicked Zhao Meili, even if it was his sister, even if he had some relationship with him, but he was also merciless.

Because he wants to live!

Zhao Meili was beaten to sleep on the ground, unable to get up, and tears flowed.

Wu Xian didn't have pity, just watched quietly.

Already let her go once

If you want to blame, blame Zhao Meili, a shrew, for not knowing what to do.

repeated times, touched Wu Xian's nerves.

This kind of ant, Wu Xian doesn't take her to heart, but if the ants come to harass him one after another, he doesn't mind never having trouble.

At the same time, outside the interrogation room.

Office of the Director.

Here comes a distinguished guest.

It's Sun Wanshuang.

"Jiang Bureau, this is my letter of resignation and documents, as well as guns. Sun Wanshuang took out the materials that had been prepared from her customized LV bag.

The last time she resigned, it was just a verbal resignation, because Jiang Haishan was not in the Han River, so her things were not handed over, and today Jiang Haishan returned, and she came here directly.

Therefore, the plan to see Wu Xian was also temporarily canceled.

Jiang Haishan looks about fifty years old, burly, wearing a military uniform, full of energy, and a standard Chinese face, he looks like a practitioner at first glance.

He lit a cigarette and wanted to smoke it, but he glanced at Sun Wanshuang and snuffed out the cigarette butt again: "Wanshuang, since you think clearly, I won't persuade you." ”

Putting away the documents on the desk, Jiang Haishan said: "In the future, you pay attention to your own safety, and tomorrow the soldier king sent above will come over, and when the time comes, you can listen to him more about security." ”

"Thank you, Team Jiang, then I'll go. ”

"I'll send you. ”

Jiang Haishan got up and opened the door for Sun Wanshuang.

As soon as I went out, I heard movement in the interrogation room.

His ears were sharper than the average person, and he even faintly heard a woman's plea for mercy.

"What's going on?" Jiang Haishan asked a small police officer beside him.

"Jiang Bureau, it's Zhao Jiahui, he caught a kid and interrogated him inside. The little police officer said.

"Not true. ”

With years of interrogation experience, Jiang Haishan felt that something was wrong, a kid, it means that he is a man, how can the person begging for mercy be a woman?

"The monitoring is on, I'll see. To be on the safe side, he commanded his hand.

"Jiang Bureau ......" The police officer looked a little bitter and said with fear, "The picture was cut off by Team Zhao and I couldn't see it." ”