The old man laughed at Nari's words, and his heart was very disdainful.

Haven't you ever eaten pork and never seen a pig run? Since ancient times, the trial of cases has been in this mode, one sings white-faced, the other sings red-faced, and then uses the mode of chatting and fighting to solve the case.

"What? You also want to chat with me like an old friend? The old man squinted his eyes, looked at Nari with disdain, shook the handcuffs on his hands, and said. Then let me go. ”

"Sorry, this won't work." Nari shook his head and said with a look of regret.

He was outside just now, and he had already heard the conversation between the two through the one-way glass, and he knew why Rocco was so angry. It's not okay to open the handcuffs, and it's not okay to talk to him like an old friend—do you want to go and scold him yourself?

"Then there's not much to say." The old man leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. The lights in the interrogation room are too strong, and after staying here for a long time, my eyes are also a little uncomfortable.

"Sir, you know, this matter is very serious, I hope you can cooperate." Narry patiently persuaded him, hoping to get the old man to speak.

"It's really serious." The old man's eyelids were not raised. "What the hell do you dogs want me to say? - Flip my handcuffs, and maybe I'll consider saying what you want to hear. ”

"You know, it can't be." Nari shrugged his shoulders and said.

"It's going to open sooner or later, isn't it?"

"But not now."

"It's okay." The old man opened his eyes, looked at Nari sincerely and seriously, and said. "When you open this thing, I'll kill you."

If you still refuse to cooperate just now, then now it's a threat of naked ~ naked ~ naked.

The old man's words made the two veteran FBI agents very depressed.

Why is this old man so arrogant? What does he have to rely on? Make no mistake, this is the FBI's headquarters, not the police department, and he threatens the FBI agents like this - well, even if you can kill us, how do you get out of here?

They don't believe it, and likewise, they get angry.

Sighing helplessly, Nari said in English. "Rocco, take people away, I'm afraid he won't say anything."

"Take away? Where to take it? Rocco asked, confused.

"Prison." A hint of gloom flashed in Nari's eyes as he said. "Since he doesn't want to say anything, let's send him in and suffer a little, and I think in a few hours he'll come and beg us -- you know, some of the prisoners there have very special sexual orientations."

"It's not in order, is it?" Rocco asked with some concern. They were sent to prison without any trial, and if they were to be prosecuted, they would not be able to eat and walk around.

"Rules?" Nari sneered. "When are we at the FBI going to play by the rules? ――Are you afraid? If you're scared, you can opt out, but the $2 million will be mine. ”

"Haha, scared? I never have that word in my dictionary. Rocco laughed, the greed in his eyes undisguised.

"Take it." With a wave of his hand, Nerry pulled out the key and unlocked the lock on the table, but the handcuffs were still on the old man's wrist.

The two of them muttered in English for a long time, the old man couldn't understand, but just by looking at their expressions, they knew that these two people didn't hold back any good fart, stood up, put their hands in the cuffs of their robes, and followed the two out with an indifferent face.

Will the handcuffs be able to trap him? Obviously, the answer is no, he doesn't run, just because he doesn't want to. Thirty years ago, he was able to turn Yanjing upside down with one person and one sword. Will such a man be handcuffed by a small handcuff?

Walking out of the interrogation room, several detectives with guns immediately came over, surrounded the old man in the middle, and walked into the elevator with a guarded face.

By the time they stepped out of the elevator and out of the building, there were already several cars waiting underneath. In the middle is an armored vehicle used to escort the annoying, with a bulletproof Chevrolet off-road vehicle in the front and rear.

"I have a question, can you tell me?" Before being pressed into the escort car, the old man suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at Rocco and asked.

"What's the problem?"

"What's that place over there?" The old man asked, pointing behind him.

"The Mexican border." Rocco sneered. "What? Do you still want to run at this time? It's night, but don't dream about it -- no one of our FBI escorts has ever been able to escape. ”

"It seems that the people who ran away from the movie are all people escorted by your FBI, right?" The old man's words hit the nail on the head, making Rocco's cheeks twitch and twitch.

"It's just a movie." Rocco said defensively. "Art comes from life, but it is higher than life, that is just the need of the plot."

"Rocco, what are you doing?" At this moment, Nari leaned out of the carriage in front of him and yelled at Rocco. What the hell is this guy doing? At this time, you are still discussing art with him?

I have to say that the FBI agents are indeed one of the best agents in the world, their professionalism is undoubted, they are always vigilant, as soon as they heard Nari's voice, they all pulled out their pistols and surrounded them, the muzzle of the gun was pointed at the old man, and their eyes were full of vigilance.

In the face of such a battle, the old man just smiled, and then, turned around and sat directly into the car, at the same time, Rocco and Nari and two other agents followed.

Nari would not have followed the escort car, but the old man's performance made him a little jealous. His performance was too calm, and the bottleneck was not like the behavior of a person who was arrested by the FBI, so in order to ensure that nothing changed, he also got into the escort car.

"Where are you going to take me?" The old man asked softly as he looked at the structure of the car with interest.

"We don't have to tell you." Nari said in a deep voice.

"Okay, then I'll not ask." The old man nodded, and suddenly asked. "Remember what I just said?"

"What?" Narry looked at him suspiciously, but then he couldn't say a word, and the boss with his mouth open, wanted to say something, but he could only make some whining sounds—a thin line was expanding around his neck, and blood gushed out like a curtain of beads.

The handcuffs on the old man's wrist had shaken off at some point, the soft sword was in his hand, the left sword, the other sword, and the other two agents also covered their necks and fell, the boss with long eyes, his eyes were full of fear and surprise.

"Don't draw your gun, you can't draw your gun as fast as I can draw my sword." Seeing Rocco's movements, the old man kindly reminded.

"You- how dare you attack someone from the FBI?" Rocco's eyes were full of fear, and he killed three people in a row with three swords, so he dismissed the idea of drawing a gun.

"I said, I'd kill you."

The old man smiled slightly, raised his sword in his hand, and saw blood seal his throat.