Chapter 52: Extorting Confessions by Torture
"What are you going to do! You're going to get tetanus! Julie exclaimed, covering her mouth.
"Just add some spice to them." Chen Bo looked coldly at the Tubert people on the ground, exuding a murderous aura all over his body.
Homicide? Of course, it is impossible, but with human and physical evidence, they can stay in prison for a few more years, especially the murder weapon that is still stained with blood, so shocking, it will definitely be sentenced heavily.
This strategy cannot be described as vicious, but Chen Bo doesn't think so, if he stabs himself twice if he is a little more ruthless, the crime will be even more serious.
But this is enough to shock Wu Changqing and Julie's hearts, and they have another layer of understanding of him.
Immediately after that, a few Tuberts were put on the van, and they went back and tortured them again!
The snowy state of northern India is located at the intersection of China, India and Nepal, in the southern foothills of the Himalayas, compared with the hot peninsular climate, it is much cooler and pleasant even in the middle of summer.
Inside the earthy yellow temple, an elderly man wearing narrow-rimmed glasses and a red monk's robe is saying goodbye to the pilgrims.
After turning around, he walked through the corridor full of ethnic characteristics and came to a dim room, his face had changed to a cold expression at this moment, and he said to a middle-aged man sitting on the stall, "Tsering, don't tell me such a big thing?" Do you still take me as a teacher in your eyes! β
"The fewer people who know about this matter, the better, and it will be shocking enough." The middle-aged man known as Tsering said in a light tone, "Dalett's method of taking the middle way is no longer feasible, now that the scope of our activities is getting smaller and smaller, and it is becoming more and more difficult to raise money from Hollywood, we must use the lesson of blood to awaken everyone's attention to our Tubert, what are you afraid of sacrificing some people?" We are the fearless Tubot YMCA! β
This old monk is the famous Darlett XIV, a small city of tens of thousands of people in Dharamsala, which was leased by India to the Turberts who followed him in exile in the name of "refuge" 50 years ago, and formed a so-called "government in exile" by learning from gourd painting.
Darett was extremely dissatisfied with this right-hand man, the eldest disciple under the seat, and said angrily, "Presumptuous! Do you know how hard it is for me to work internationally? A good situation will be overwhelmed by your stupidity! β
"Are you just watching us being ruined by a Chinese kid who came out of nowhere? He can find Haller's information from the Berlin Archives, he can use his rhetoric to put the Jews against us, such people must be eliminated, and I will give them a great gift! Tsering stood up and faced Kangdalet directly.
"You're too naΓ―ve, is this still the smart Tsering?" Dalett sighed and said, "Hurt the enemy by a thousand, damage yourself by eight hundred, use your mind more." The enemy of our enemy is our friend, doesn't he have a weakness? There are no competitors? β
"The first teacher taught a lesson, but the people have already been sent out, presumably they have already succeeded at this time, so let the other side of the mountain have a headache." Tsering laughed twice, strode out of the room, and stood under the eaves with his arms outstretched, bathed not in the sunshine but in the satisfaction that power brought him.
In the darkness behind him, there was a hint of coldness in Darett's eyes, and the speed of the rosary in his hand was gradually accelerating.
At this moment, in Zhujiao Town, not far from the Snake Mountain in Shanghai, in a quaint and Jiangnan-style courtyard, Chen Bo was interrogating the Tuberts who attacked him in his room after a simple bandage.
Six people, each inquiring and want to eat? No way! Craving water? No!
"Mustache, say it. What is the origin of your Tubert Youth! Chen Bo crossed Erlang's legs, played with the DV machine in his hand, and focused on the mustache's embarrassed face.
"Phew...... Who is the mustache, I have a name! β
"And what's your name?"
"Nima ......"
slapped him on the ground and slapped him in the face, "What's it called?" β
"Nima ......"
Slap him twice and slap him in the face back and forth, "What is it called again?" β
Nima...... Nima ...... My name is Nima! β
Bang Bang Bang ...... The mustache's face was swollen like a lantern, and one of his back molars had been fanned out.
"Woo...... My name is Nima...... I'll call Nima......" The mustache couldn't even shout, and whimpered.
The effect of force is mutual, Chen Bo was happy after these few slaps, but his hands also hurt, and he was shaking his hands and hesitating whether to kick him directly.
"Uh, boss...... This Nima means the sun in the Turbert language, not the ...... we call it," a man with a black face came up and whispered, "I used to be a soldier there, and I know some local dialect. β
This, that's embarrassing...... It turned out to be a big oolong.
"What's your name?"
"Liu Sheng." The man said.
"Very good, then leave it to you to judge, who is the surname, what accomplices are there, and who is instructed! We also have to torture the Tulbert YMCA out, don't kill anyone, we can only keep them until dawn. Pay attention to our people, don't appear in the DV screen......" Chen Bo patted him on the shoulder and said.
"Okay, leave it to me, don't worry!" Liu Sheng, who was appreciated by the boss, immediately straightened up and replied that the habits in the army had not yet fallen.
This house is a family hotel, and the area is quite large. And it was rented by him temporarily, Chen Bo didn't want to expose the training base of the security company, in case someone touched it again, it would be broken, and the heart of defense was indispensable.
As I walked out of the room, there was a terrible scream behind me, which was particularly harsh in the middle of the night, but it didn't matter, let them toss it.
The courtyard is not only compact, but also very chic, full of water town characteristics, the backyard cloister and bedroom next to a river, here is the source of the Huangpu River, along the river and then up to the boundary of Gusu City, which is close to Taihu Lake and is full of ancient towns.
Wooden buildings facing the river, dimly lit, babbling through the river and the occasional boat. Chen Bo sat at the window and lit a cigarette, looking at the moonlight reflected on the rippling river in a daze.
"I'd like to talk to you." Julie didn't know when she walked up to him and whispered.
"What are you talking about?" Chen Bo took a deep puff of cigarette and didn't reply.
"You're breaking the law by doing this! You are violating their human rights, it is so inhumane, although they are at fault, they should be punished fairly by the law, not lynched! Julie's face was serious, and the moonlight reflected a little coldness on her face.
"Can you put away your merciful pity? When they were chasing me and besieging me, why didn't you preach to them with a set of theories? Chen Bo said angrily, "You Americans have the same double standards as your shameful government, what else can you do but wield a big stick everywhere to propagate that hypocritical universal values and plunder other people's resources?" Daret is one of your dogs, and now I was bitten by your dog, and you still came to talk to me about human rights and humanity! β
"Isn't it? You are a dictatorship, there are no human rights, no freedom, no equality! Julie was also annoyed and roared.
"How can I survive without human rights and freedom? The world is inherently unequal, is there equality in the United States? β
"Why not? Blacks can get the same opportunities as whites to achieve the American Dream together! β
"And what about Asians?" Chen Bo asked rhetorically, "The problem of black discrimination is that you just give in, and the supporting roles in Hollywood are basically black just to whitewash your egalitarianism, but how many real black people play the leading role?" What about Chinese? It's always a fixed impression of small eyes and a narrow chin, do you look at my small eyes again? Do I have a narrow chin? β
The more Chen Bo spoke, the more angry he became, and the gestures in his hands became bigger and bigger, like a passionate speech: "You use insulting words such as chink and chingchong to describe the Chinese, but you forget that the prosperity behind San Francisco is the history of blood and tears of the Chinese." You only remember the dashing cowboy of the West, but you forget that the Indians were scalped by your ancestors and the blacks fought, so you choose to shut up! Chinese people pay silently, but they are still at the bottom of society! Why don't you call for human rights? β
"I ...... I ......"
"What are you? You're just a Hollywood actor with a good background, a flower in a greenhouse! Looking at the world with the pride of you white people, do you ask yourself if you are really feeling with your heart? Do you know the whole world? With a history of 5,000 years of civilization, China is the only remaining ancient country, if it weren't for our ancient warriors who drove the Huns and Turks to Europe, maybe your ancestors were still drinking blood in the mountains and forests! β
"Why don't you speak? Are you recalling how the barbarians of Europe, who proclaimed civilization, slaughtered and expelled the Indians, and how they transported African slaves to the American continent one by one? We ruled Turbert for 600 years, and you say that it is someone else's territory, so should the American continent, which you have ruled for more than 200 years, be returned to the Indians? And to whom should most of Mexico's territory be given? β
Chen Bo's step-by-step pressing caused strong psychological pressure on her, and also blocked her in a corner.
"Enough...... Please don't say it...... "She has covered her face and squatted in the corner and is close to collapse, the values that have been built in her psychology for a long time have been degraded and worthless, how can she bear it?
At this time, the sound of footsteps stepping on the wooden floor came from far and near, "Boss, those Tuberts are all recruited, this is what I recorded." β
Liu Sheng handed over a stack of paper with both hands, although the font was crooked, the same as a chicken's paw crawling, but it clearly recorded the confession of the mustache.