"Brother!" Xing Wen shouted heartbreakingly, his legs fell to the ground weakly, and tears kept flowing down. The depression brought to her by Xing Tao's death, coupled with the panic of Xing Lie's arrest, was completely released, and she cried.

Xing Lie heard Xing Wen's cry, and was about to stand up and get out of the car, but Zhao Bao grabbed his shoulders, pressed him to the seat, and shouted: "Be honest, don't move, otherwise you will look good." ”

Xing Lie's eyes flashed with coldness, his shoulders shook, and Zhao Bao's hand was bounced away: "Don't think that you can do anything to me by wearing this skin, believe it or not, before you make me look good, I'll kill you first?"

Zhao Bao also wanted to grab Xing Lie's collar, but when he saw Xing Lie's cold eyes, he raised his hand and slowly retracted it, and said inwardly: "What do you see, you dare to threaten the police and kill me, you can get one for me to see?"

Xing Lie didn't pay attention to him, but he didn't get out of the car, but pulled the window, looked at Xing Wen, who was still crying, grinned, and said, "Wenwen, brother will be fine." Take care of your parents at home, and don't leave your studies behind, my brother is waiting for you at university. ”

Nie Qianyun hugged Xing Wen and said with tears: "Don't worry, in this world, there are not many people who can make your brother suffer." ”

The police who drove were good, and only after Xing Lie finished speaking did he start the car and slowly drove away.

County Bureau, after Xing Lie was thrown into the interrogation room, no one came in again. In the monitoring room, Xia Honglang and Brass Kun, Zhao Bao and more than a dozen henchmen looked at the monitor.

Time was passing little by little, and I don't know how long it was, Xia Honglang stood up and said: "Leave two people here to watch, once his psychological defense line collapses, he will be interrogated immediately." ”

Xia Honglang and Huang Brassun left with people, and Zhao Bao and two other people stayed.

"Let him stay inside first!" Zhao Bao found the poker, "Come on, fight the landlord!"

The three of them had a great time playing, and it wasn't until noon that the three of them threw the poker away when they were hungry, turned their heads to look at the monitor, and then the three guys' eyes widened.

"Damn, this bastard is asleep. Zhao Bao scolded.

I saw Xing Lie's hands handcuffed to the interrogation chair, his head tilted to the side, and the saliva (saliva) flowed down the corners of his mouth. Through the pickups in the interrogation room, in the terminal stereo of the monitoring room, the sound of snoring can be faintly heard.

A person who stays for hours in a space of only seven or eight square meters, without any light and without a single sound, is under mental pressure, and it is impossible to sleep if he wants to. But this guy not only fell asleep, but also slept so sweetly.

It's not that they haven't encountered criminals with strong psychological qualities, but after being locked up for a few hours like this, their spirits will definitely begin to languish, and it won't take too long, and in two days, their spirits will begin to collapse. But now it seems that the guy inside is more difficult to deal with than they imagined, and it is estimated that they will be prepared for a long-term struggle.

At this time, the door was pushed open with a creak, and Xia Honglang and Brass Kun walked in.

"How's that?" asked Brass Kun.

"Not good!" Zhao Bao said with a gloomy face, "He's asleep!"

Huang Brassun looked at the monitor, in his mind, a college student, as long as he was left in it for a few hours, it was estimated that he would cry and shout to explain. But now it was completely unexpected, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said with a smile: "It seems that this little cub is very difficult to deal with." ”

Zhao Bao nodded: "Be prepared for a long-term struggle." ”

Brass Kun looked back at Xia Honglang: "Or I'll take two people in to loosen his bones, half an hour, I promise, what color underwear he wears, how many times a day to pee, what to." ”

Xia Honglang also wanted to do this, so he cleaned up Xing Lie first, but he couldn't. That video is his death hole, once Xing Lie has scars on his body, even if he breaks a little skin, in this era of self-media, it may be magnified, and in the end, he Xia Honglang will definitely not have any good fruit to eat.

Especially Chen Weihua, he doesn't care about anyone, and even uses violent means to destroy all those videos. But Chen Weihua's existence made him have to be cautious, because he knew how difficult this person was. Since people can apologize to the American Security Bureau, he Xia Honglang really doesn't have the guts to harden Chen Weihua.

Don't say anything because the law of the United States is sound and there is a strong sense of fairness. It's all, you know, the United States is the most racist country, and fairness is for its own citizens. A yellow person, especially a Chinese, was able to make a team of lawyers composed of more than a dozen people in the United States speechless, and finally the international student was acquitted, and the US Security Bureau publicly apologized and made compensation. It's definitely not luck, and it's not bullshit fairness, it's super personal ability.

Xia Honglang looked at the monitor, Xing Lie was asleep, thinking about his son's tragic death, the flame of anger in his heart began to burn, and the murderous intent in his eyes became thicker and thicker. Lao Tzu's son is dead, lying in a cold freezer, you fucking sleep here, how can I be happy.

"We can't do it ourselves and send him to the detention center!" Xia Honglang said gloomily.

Brass Kun smiled gloomily: "It's okay, what's wrong like this, it has nothing to do with us." ”

Zhao Bao said, "I'll go!" said and walked out of the monitoring room with the other two people and came to the interrogation room.

"Get up, don't fucking sleep. A guy kicked Xing Lie.

"Huh?" Xing Lie opened his eyes in a daze, lowered his head, and rubbed the corner of his mouth on his shoulder, "Have you eaten?"

"Ha!" Zhao Bao smiled angrily, "Death is dying, what the fuck are you still thinking about eating?"

Xing Lie yawned, "Even if you are shot, don't you have a severed head before you die?"

The other guy also laughed: "I want to eat, okay, I'll send you to a place where there is food." As he spoke, he opened the handcuffs that Xing Lie had handcuffed to the interrogation chair, "Let's go!"

"What the hell are you fucking fast, what are you rubbing?" Zhao Bao kicked on Xing Lie's waist, Xing Lie didn't move, Zhao Bao felt as if he had kicked the iron plate, and there was a sharp pain in his toes, and his body staggered, and he almost fell.

When the two guys saw Zhao Bao like this, they laughed: "Old Zhao, is it that you were too tired from exercising in bed with your sister-in-law last night, and you haven't recovered until now?"

Zhao Bao's face turned red and he laughed dryly, but looking at Xing Lie's eyes, it was eerie and terrifying: "Hurry up and send him over, come back, let's go to shabu-shabu and drink well." ”

The two guys nodded at the same time, "It's been raining for a few days, so it's just right to eat shabu-shabu." ”

Xing Lie was escorted into the police car, looked at the scenery flashing quickly outside the window, and said helplessly: "Send me to the detention center again." ”

One guy said, "How nice the detention center is, with food and drink, and people to take care of you." ”