"That's right. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info is your knife. It's sharp, and you can see that you take good care of it regularly. I love it. ”

Zongheng gently dragged the knife across Lakasha's face, and even scraped Lakasha's eyelids several times.

Feeling the rough, cold touch of the blade, Lacasha was so frightened that his sphincter muscles were about to go out of control. Don't look at this folding knife to the longest is only as long as a palm, but its own material, workmanship is very good, plus the careful maintenance of Lakasha in the past few years, its sharpness may not be as sharp as a scalpel, but it is definitely comparable to a razor.

As a veteran gang member, Lacasha has the deepest understanding of the cruelty of minors. Because they are young, they are not afraid of heaven and earth, and they can easily commit the most serious crimes under the surge of blood. And because of their youth, the law restricts them very lightly, which makes them more and more devoid of reverence for anything.

The reason why many adult gang members are reluctant to clash with the "Ten Rings Gang", which is mostly minors, is because these bastard boys do things without proportion. Mess with them, and God knows what kind of mess these mad dogs will make. And this is also the most important foundation for the "Ten Ring Gang" to develop smoothly in the past two years.

Under his own self, Lakasha was very afraid that the Chinese teenager in front of him was also a guy who was acting mischiefly at a young age.

Judging by his appearance, he may be in his early tens. Rakasha mused. Damn it! Even if you kill someone at this age, it's just a residential surveillance at best!

Rakasha himself looks a little young and old, and there are naturally some errors in the judgment of vertical and horizontal age. But for him, the younger the age, the greater the psychological pressure on him.

Seeing the bright blade slicing past his eyelids from time to time, Rakasha was so nervous that he wanted to vomit.

He wanted to close his eyes, but he was afraid that doing so would anger the Chinese teenager in front of him, so he ended up having his eyelids cut off and even his eyeballs gouged out.

He hurriedly shouted, "What do you want to do? What do you want? ”

It's a pity that his jaw is restrained very firmly, and no matter how hoarse he is, the sound that comes out of his mouth seems to be "hissing".

Although it was not very clear, Zongheng still understood Rakasha's shouting. But he pretended not to understand anything, and deliberately traced the tip of the knife along Lakasha's lips, as if he was thinking about where to cut off the fat lips as quickly as possible.

"What are you talking about? Are you scolding me? Zongheng asked.

The blade moved away from the eye door, allowing Lacasha to breathe a sigh of relief. But then, the cold, hard touch on his lips made his heart hang again. Rakasha didn't know that there was a famous dish called "scarlet lips" in China, otherwise he would have to be scared to pee on the spot.

But this does not prevent him from understanding what it means to be a human knife and I to be a fish. He quickly shrunk his lips and replied cautiously, "No! No! You heard it wrong! I didn't scold you! I'm just asking you what you want to do! ”

This time, Rakasha spoke slowly and steadily, and he felt that he had never spoken so seriously in his life.

But Zongheng doesn't seem to be happy with this. He smiled slightly, and suddenly a knife fell, and the tip of the knife pierced the nail cover of Lacasha's left thumb, pinning his thumb firmly to the ground.

"Ahh......h The whole person is like a fish fished out of water, struggling and bouncing in place. If it weren't for the fact that his hands and feet had lost their mobility, he might have been able to jump three feet high on the spot all at once!

Zongheng looked at Lakasha's painful appearance with a smile and said, "If I were you, no matter how much it hurts, there will be no struggle." Don't you know that your fingers are about to be cut in half by the blade of the knife when you just moved so much? ”

Rakasha froze. He endured the pain and turned his head to look at the hand that was nailed to the ground. Sure enough, the length of the wound seemed to be a little larger than it had just been.

Just this glance made the sharp pain on his fingers instantly double.

The intense pain caused Lacasha to break out in a cold sweat, and he wanted to vomit, but he couldn't. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't. He had no choice but to squirm his lips and sob, "You...... What do you want? ”

I did not answer immediately in the vertical and horizontal. He pulled out the knife, lit up the blade in Rakasha's eyes, and smiled, "Do you think you're qualified to ask me questions?" ”

Rakasha quickly shook his head. He understood what he meant—as long as he had a word of nonsense, the person in front of him would not hesitate to stick a knife in his finger.

Rakasha was scared. He had never been so scared in his life.

In the past, whether it was the police or other gang members, Rakasha's opponents were reasonable and normal people. Normal human behavior is predictable. But the Chinese teenager in front of him, Lakasha couldn't figure out what he wanted from him.

I don't remember the sins I ever had against him, and I don't remember which Chinese I sinned! Rakasha's stomach was full of grief and panic.

He felt that he was very unlucky, but he just wanted to hunt wild food temporarily, but he didn't expect to meet such a terrifying pervert......

Yes! Perverted! Rakasha was sure of this.

If it weren't for the perversion, how could such a teenager in his early teens have such a calm psychological quality and cruel methods of torturing people?

Rakasha had forgotten what he had done when he was ten years old, and he was not much kinder than what happened today.

Seeing that Rakasha was so frightened that he forgot about the severe pain, Zongheng knew that he could start the interrogation.

He grabbed the end of the handle between his thumb and forefinger, as if with force or not, and hung the whole knife with the tip of the knife downward, grabbing the tip of the knife against Lakasha's skin little by little, dragging it down his throat to his lower abdomen.

While dragging his feet, he asked, "So, do you think I'm qualified to ask you some questions?" ”

Lakasha only felt that wherever the tip of the knife touched his body, there was a thin tingling, as if there were ants crawling over, and as if he had been gently kissed by a woman's kiss all the way, which gave Lakasha goosebumps all over his body. But compared to the beauty of a woman's kiss, how could Lacasha not understand how dangerous the situation was at this time? As soon as the pervert in front of him is happy or unhappy, he will be turned into a tattered corpse and thrown in this alley, until late at night, when the addicts with cute drugs that can make people enter heaven, and the pleasure seekers who pull the "women" who can't hide the rancid smell even with cheap cosmetics all over their bodies, come here to have fun. At that time, he had already died like the stray cat that was disemboweled, and he had already died.

Rakasha nodded hurriedly and said, "Yes!" Yes! ”

"So! Can you guarantee that what is being said is the truth? ”

The knife continues to slide. In some places where the goosebumps rose thickly, the sharp blades even cut through some of the skin. But Rakasha was unaware, and he nodded vigorously, as if he could not show his sincerity otherwise.

Zongheng's question continued: "What's your name?" ”

"Rakasha."

"How do you spell?"

“LAKASA。”

"Which gang do you belong to?"

"The Ten Rings."

"What position do you hold in the gang?"

"It's just the little people at the bottom...... Yes! ”

Another finger of Rakasha was struck.

"What position do you hold in the gang?"

"Little ...... Minor Bosses...... Yes! ”

The third finger was impaled raw.

I said...... I say...... I am a member of the Committee. ”

This time, Rakasha didn't dare to lie anymore.

"Tell me about the organizational composition of the Ten Rings."

"What is the organization...... Yes! ”

The fourth finger is pierced.

Rakasha felt wronged. He didn't mean to deceive at all, but the words of the person in front of him were indeed beyond his poor vocabulary, and he couldn't understand it for a while, so he unconsciously asked back. didn't expect such a small misunderstanding to make him suffer again.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Raka sobbed, "It's me who is bad!" I'm stupid! I don't understand what you just asked! It's me who is bad! ”

"Humph! I'll ask again. Zongheng finally understood that he had misunderstood, but it was impossible for him to apologize to Rakasha, "How many people are there in your Ten Rings Gang?" What kind of business do you rely on to make money? Who is the boss? Who are the following estates? What is each person responsible for? What are the bases where you regularly operate? ”

This time, Lacasha finally understood what Zongheng was asking. Where did he dare to deceive? Without hesitation, he spit out all these secrets that should have been swallowed in his stomach.

Zongheng listened expressionlessly, silently comparing Lacasha's confession with the information Zhao Luo had told him. As soon as he felt in doubt, he stabbed Rakasha in the nails without warning.

Soon, all ten of Lacasha's fingers were ruined to a bloody blur, even the toes.

During this time, Lakasha died of pain, and once even passed out, but was quickly woken up by Zongheng. Then he used this as an excuse to pierce one more finger.

Where does Rakasha dare to faint? Even if the pain was so black that his eyes were black, he could only stiffen up and stay awake.

Finally, when the most crucial question was asked, Rakasha couldn't care about anything. As long as he asked him, he didn't dare to think for even a second, and immediately opened his mouth to explain everything like pouring beans into a bamboo tube.

"Who did the case that happened at Zhao Kee Chinese Restaurant at 98 Lockwood Road a few days ago?"

"'Big diao (third tone)' Snoop! It was 'Big Diao (third voice)' that Snoop did it! ”

"How do you know? He's from your Ten Rings? ”

"He's not! He's a member of the Cripple Gang. ”

"The Cripples? Why the name? ”

"Their boss likes to use crutches, so he's called the Cripples."

"He's lame himself?"

"He's not crippled, he just likes to walk on crutches."

"What kind of business do they do?"

"Scrap recycling! Occasionally, I do something that is hand-in-hand! ”