Bang, bang!

Arturo was handcuffed to a pillar, his eyes were blindfolded at that time, and he sat on the ground with his hands turned back around the pillar, a sense of panic about the unknown and unpredictable slowly rose all around, plus the impatience, irritability, panic, and depression after the attack of ice-drug-drug-addiction, all kinds of feelings converged, and he was quite honest when he woke up, and he instantly changed into a person after waking up.

"Who are you?"

"Why did you arrest me!"

His body shook vigorously, as if he wanted to break free from the handcuffs, but it was all that simple.

At 9:00 a.m., he hadn't slept all night over the weekend, and last night, after getting the -- ice-poison -- samples, he opened the door to the sealed 77-block warehouse laboratory, and then, after four hours, or the entire second half of the night, he experimentally produced an identification analysis report. If these things were handed over to the police, it would take several days to count all the procedures and formalities together and wait in line for inspection, but after removing all these complications on the weekend, it only took four hours to complete all the workload, which is an incredible time gap!

After completing this report, he harassed Elward in Texas in the middle of the night, fortunately Everard was on night duty, so after he had his own test report, he obtained another test report through Elward, which was the data of the batch of - ice - poison - found by the Texas FBI Forensic Section in the wilderness.

A comparison of the two revealed over the weekend that there was only a slight gap between the two reports. Other words. These two batches are not only produced by the same manufacturer. Moreover, it is the same product that was produced at the same time.

This clue, combined with everything they had seen and heard at Arturo's doorstep over the weekend, proved one thing: at Montec, before they destroyed the drug-to-goods line, a shipment had been shipped out, and it had not entered Houston or San Antonio, but had come to Los Angeles.

The excited weekend took the two forensic reports as he left the 77th block and drove back to his precinct. Something very interesting happened, early in the morning, Arturo actually sneaked out of the room, and he closed the door very lightly, as if someone was sleeping in the room. At that time, I glanced at the time in the car on the weekend, and it was 4:30 in the morning.

From Arturo's point of view, he should have committed - drug - addiction - this kind of person looks like a person, especially the frizzy and anxious appearance is completely different from a normal person.

Weekend got out of his car, looked at Arturo and said, "Hey. Dude, you look like you need something. I have more inventory here than Walmart. ”

Addiction - a gentleman would never listen to such words, and this sentence dragged Arturo as he walked out of the house like a hook.

"What do you have? Why haven't I seen you nearby? ”

"I'm just a hard worker."

Drugs - addiction - made Arturo unable to think, at this time he did not care about anything wrong, and did not even think about how a yellow man in the territory of the Amaeans dared to go out here without his life, this kind of thing that even he, a Mexican, would not dare to do!

Touch!

The moment Arturo approached, he stunned the other party with the handle of his pistol and dragged him into the back seat of the car in a simple and rude manner.

He couldn't take Arturo to the police station, Arturo's investment immigration status was bought through normal channels for $500,000, it was legal, and the - ice - poison - this thing is not the same as the other - drugs - products, the others - drugs - the urine test is still positive after 48 hours, but the urine test of this thing after 48 hours does not show anything unusual!

What if Arturo is captured? Accusing him of drug trafficking with a black plastic bag in the garbage heap in front of their house? Is it just the fingerprint on it? With Nicholas's wealth, even if Arturo's bail is as high as one million, he can bail him out in minutes, not to mention that this level of drug dealers will never easily reveal anything to the police, and if Preston is angry at himself for not allowing interrogation because of Chekov's affairs, he will have no trick at all after arresting Arturo at the police station over the weekend. Instead, he gave the credit that could be exchanged for a waiver contract to someone else!

So, adding a kidnapping and illegal detention to his crimes over the weekend, he took Arturo back to Adam's warehouse, a laboratory full of various instruments.

"I want money."

Weekend squatted in front of Arturo's pillar in the laboratory and carried a pistol to Arturo's head, who was sitting on the ground, he actually pretended to be a kidnapper at this time: "You are in a complicated place now, if you think I will be merciful enough to spare you in your yelling like a, you can try and see if I will cut a wound in your throat." ”

Arturo suddenly calmed down, he stopped struggling, and turned his head along the source of the voice with an eyepatch: "Who the hell are you?" ”

Everyone has a fear of the unknown, but once the unknown becomes known, there is really no way to commit a crime in this world that Arturo, who was born into a family of drug lords.

"I want, half a million dollars!"

He didn't dare to shout too much about the weekend, he had to create the illusion of Arturo's consciousness.

Hairy thief!

This is Arturo's first reaction, he thinks that the person who kidnapped him must be a thief who doesn't even know his true identity, otherwise how can anyone kidnap Arturo but only ask for 500,000?

The other party is likely to see that he lives in the best house in the wandering area, maybe he is simply a homeless man who mixes around his house all day, otherwise, who would kidnap him in such an early period of time?

No, this guy doesn't seem to have the foul smell of a homeless man.

Arturo couldn't stand it anymore, his emotions were almost uncontrollable, that anger crawled out of his heart, and his body seemed to be full of fuel and ignited by this flame: "You'd better let me go, or you'll die!" ”

Irritability, lethargy, inability to think, hallucination, these are the symptoms of addiction - ice - drugs, and even a smart guy can become stupid after taking - ice - poison - stupid to the point where he cannot even think about problems. In particular, when they commit a drug or an addiction, they have no logic in their heads, they come up with whatever they want, and they don't question what they come up with at all.

That's why Arturo decided that Weekend was a thief!

"I'm going to die if I let you go!"

Weekend knew too well what kind of virtue these guys were, and followed his words and said excitedly: "Without your money, those guys on the street would never be giving me even an ounce of goods." ”

Right now, if you give Arturo a little bit of proof, you don't have to interrogate him at all, and he'll fall into your trap.

When I was in Montek, I heard a very cruel interrogation method on the weekend, that is, when a criminal with a drug addiction was caught, he was thrown directly in the interrogation room and handcuffed, and when the guy became addicted, he would not start the trial, and it would be effortless to say that he could know everything he could remember in his head at the cost of a cigarette!

"You're dead, man, you're dead." Arturo began to tremble, his teeth chattering as he sat there, and the sound of 'clucking' teeth clashing kept coming: "Do you know who my father is?" ”

"Hah!" Weekend laughed: "Your mother didn't even tell you this?" ”

"......" Arturo choked on the weekend under the invasion of drug addiction, looked at him helplessly, and gritted his teeth in response: "His name is Nicholas, and when you see him, you will regret all the offenses to him, I promise!" ”

"He'll pull out your teeth one by one, break your kneecaps with an electric drill, and you'll have to crawl on the ground like those bugs! Idiot! ”

"Nicholas?"

Weekend pretended to think for a moment, and suddenly said, "You're talking about big-drug-scoundrel, Nicholas?" ”

"That's right!"

"The big drug lord who supplies half of Los Angeles, Nicholas??"

"Yes, that's him!"

In Los Angeles, Nicholas is famous, not only a large number of illegal immigrants from Mexico, but also many Mexican gangs, which is why everyone on the street knows this name, but only a handful of people have actually seen Nicholas!

But none of this was important to Arturo: "Listen, now that you let me go, I'm okay, I'm okay, when this didn't happen at all, don't you need money?" Don't you need the goods? I can give you whatever you want, as long as you let me out. ”

"Listen, I don't need money now, I want goods. Since your father is Nicholas, you must have the goods, tell me, where is the goods! ”

Arturo didn't react as strongly as sucking-eating-sea-clucking-in-cause, but he was as angry as a bull, and he was shaking and choking like he was going to kill the weekend: "You fucking let me go, let me go right away!" ”

Hearing this, Weekend walked around to the equipment in the laboratory and took the remaining half of the crystal for the experiment, he knew that as long as he put this thing in front of Arturo's eyes, he would say anything.

That thing is the nightmare of the addicted gentleman, the nightmare that can never be satisfied. (To be continued......)