Director Hodges saw that although the atmosphere was a little tense, it slowly calmed down.

looked at Fang Langdao, whose face had been very calm:

"Fang, how did you find out that there was something wrong with this bastard?

I've been following this *** for five or six years, and I never thought this guy would have a problem."

Seriously looking up and down again at Sebastio Hodges, the most powerful police chief in São Paulo City, Fang Lang did not feel any hostility from the other party.

Obviously, this incident should have little to do with him.

Fang Lang smiled, inserted the pistol in his hand back into the holster, looked at Director Hodges playfully and said:

"What kind of pikes and lions are you propping up, right?"

When Director Hodges heard Fang Lang's words, his face became gloomy again, and he nodded helplessly:

"We are brothers, and I won't hide it from you, these two gangs do give me some benefits on a regular basis, and I will also give them some small care.

But I never thought that they would attack you. Believe me, I didn't know anything about it."

Fang Lang nodded and said:

"With our brotherly relationship, I naturally believe in you.

But when this police gentleman went to take this Adair Ayala, he had a lot of ways to get the other person to stand up.

But he grabbed the rope that bound the other man's hands.

Why is that? Could it be a deliberate attempt to untie the rope?

What's even more strange is that this police officer, obviously only needs to push this Mr. Adair Ayala to come over, but he pulls out his gun and puts it in the back of Mr. Adair Ayala.

The muzzle of the gun passed through the gentleman and was aimed right at me.

And I hate being held at gunpoint, even through the cracks."

After hearing Fang Lang's answer, Hodges didn't know what to say for a while, and after a long time, he helplessly picked up a thumbs up and said to Fang Lang:

"Brother, I have to say that your observation is too sharp."

Fang Lang shook his head with a smile, thinking, did I tell you that this was all because of intuition?

"Since these people have anything to do with you, I think you're in trouble now, dude.

I think maybe it's all a conspiracy."

Fang Lang's words made Hodges sigh a little decadently, and wanted to find a place to sit, but found that there was no place to sit at the scene.

As a police chief, it is certainly not appropriate to sit directly on the ground.

After looking around, Hodges looked at the car Fang Lang was sitting in and motioned for a place to sit.

Fang Lang smiled, pointed to the passenger seat of his vehicle, and motioned for the other party to sit down.

Hodges was not polite, pulled the car door, and sat down directly.

The two sat in a car parked on the side of the road, one after the other, watching the soldiers and policemen of the guard platoon busy.

Fang Lang took out two cigars from his body and handed one to Hodges.

Hodges didn't hesitate to take it, and through the crack in the car door, he watched Fang Lang trim his cigar with a cigar cutter in the back.

"Do you think it's Japanese?"

Hodges said with some hesitation.

After saying this, as if thinking of something, he said:

"This Spear Gang and the Lion Gang are all from the void left by the Black Dragon Society after we exterminated the Black Dragon Society of Japan last time.

It seems that the only Japanese are the only ones who can try to trap us all in with a conspiracy."

Fang Lang glanced at Hodges, did not answer Hodges's question immediately, but continued to concentrate on trimming the cigar in his hand.

After trimming, he picked it up and looked at it, and was finally satisfied, so he handed the cigar cutter to Hodges.

After Hodges took the cigar cutter, Fang Lang wanted to find his match from his pocket, but he only felt a pocket full of ammunition for the M1 Garand rifle.

Helplessly put it in the pocket

The bullets were taken out and thrown on the car cushion.

Still couldn't find his match, which made Fang Lang a little annoyed.

Seeing this, Hodges smiled, put down the cigar and cigar cutter in his hand, took out a box of matches from his pocket, lit one, and handed the fire to Fang Lang's mouth.

Fang Lang stretched out his head to light the cigar, and after taking a big puff, he opened his mouth and spit out an eye circle.

Then he turned his head and asked:

"Haven't the Japanese in São Paulo been cleaned up yet?"

Hodges shook his head with a wry smile and said:

"It was so easy, most of the Japanese had already been forcibly repatriated.

But some Japanese have already started families with other Brazilians, and some even have strong families in Brazil.

We can't force repatriation directly."

Fang Lang had long expected this, and it was definitely impossible to directly make the Japanese extinct in Brazil, unless there was a virus that specifically targeted the Japanese genes.

Fang Lang remembered the attack he encountered in New York, nodded and said:

"It's possible.

But, which police officer was just now? Didn't you say he followed you for years?"

Hodges took the unlit cigar and looked up in contemplation for a while before saying:

"Yes! I promoted this guy from an ordinary police officer, and I saw that he was a rare college student, and I originally wanted him to stay in the office and help me deal with paperwork reports or something.

Unexpectedly, this guy was very active later, and often applied to join the front-line police activities.

Slowly showed some ability, so he was later promoted to sergeant and put him in charge of some small security cases.

I didn't expect this guy to do such a thing."

Fang Lang looked at Hodges next to him, his eyes were a little strange.

Is this guy bad character, or does he not know anyone?

If I'm not mistaken, the last time I launched an operation against the Japanese, it was this guy's secretary who reported to the Japanese, which caused the police to suffer heavy losses!

Now it's the sheriff promoted by this guy again, and he wants to assassinate himself.

"Is this guy usually connected to these two gangs?"

Hodges nodded and said:

"Of course, this guy is in charge of law and order, and the people of both gangs will deal with him a lot.

Sometimes, when the two gangs can't handle something, I ask him to deal with it."

There is too little information now, and although it can be seen that there is a connection between this guy and the two gangs, there is no way to determine what the specific relationship is.

Fang Lang shook his head and said:

"It's useless to think about it now, we're going to investigate slowly.

Luckily, both of these guys were captured alive by us, so we can interrogate them slowly."

After saying that, he looked at the black young man who was shot in the knee by himself and then in the thigh by the policeman.

Seeing the other party on the ground hurting and twitching unconsciously, he still wanted to pretend to be a tough guy, and desperately endured not to let himself scream.

Smiled and motioned for his guards to drag him to the front of his vehicle.

Turning his head to look at Hodges beside him, he said:

"Your people, do you judge them yourself, or do you leave them to me together?"

At this time, Hodges didn't know whether he was disheartened, or in order to avoid suspicion, he waved his hand weakly and said:

"Since I want to ignore you, of course I'll leave it to you for trial."

Fang Lang glanced at Hodges seriously, and when he saw that the other party didn't seem to be joking, he nodded with satisfaction.

Normally, this kind of thing must be handed over to the local police station for investigation and interrogation, after all, Fang Lang, as a navy, does not have the right to interrogate prisoners.

But now that Hodges has no opinions, of course Fang Lang will not be polite.

For the guy who wants his own life, Fang Lang will not have any mercy.

Looking up and down carefully for a while, this forehead

A black guy with beads of sweat the size of a soybean.

At the moment, it is completely impossible to see the appearance of the previous star.

Because, the kneecap of his left leg was shattered by Fang Lang's shot, and he was shot again in the thigh of his right leg, and he couldn't stand at all.

In addition, the guards replaced the ropes that bound the hands with handcuffs. Therefore, after receiving Fang Lang's order, the guard directly dragged the other party's dreadlocks and dragged the other party directly in front of Fang Lang.

Seeing this black guy who was holding on and didn't make a sound, Fang Lang smiled.

He got out of the car and said to the guard who was dragging him:

"We need to be civilized, this is not the German devils on the battlefields of Europe, this is our compatriots, right! This boss."

The spear gang boss named Adair Ayala raised his eyes to look at Fang Lang with a sincere smile on his face, and spat at Fang Lang with disdain.

Of course, the saliva lying on the ground was not high, and it happened to fall on Fang Lang's leather shoes.

Fang Lang glanced down at the saliva on his leather shoes, and said with a smile:

"Look, look, you're not right, how can you spit on the ground?

It's so uncivilized. I'll wipe it off with your hair, and you'll be glad to do it!"

After speaking, rubbing the saliva on his leather shoes on the other party's hair, this guy's hands were bound, his legs were injured, and he couldn't get up at all, so he could only dodge Fang Lang's movements by constantly swinging his head.

Fang Lang laughed and said:

"That's right, that's right! Shake your head twice and you'll be able to wipe it clean."

It was as if the other party was deliberately wiping the saliva off his shoes by swinging his head.

Adair Ayala finally couldn't help but start scolding.

Fang Lang heard the other party's scolding, looked at him without changing his face and said:

"Can't help but speak? I thought you were going to keep it from making a sound!

Don't worry, I hope you can always be in good spirits today."

After speaking, he picked up a sharp-looking stone from the ground and said to Adair Ayala on the ground:

"Both of your legs look badly injured, I'll check them out for you.

However, I don't have scissors on hand right now, so I may need to use this to cut open your pants to see the wound, and the process can be a little painful, I hope you won't mind."

Fang Lang signaled to the guard, and two people stepped forward and pressed him to the ground, Fang Lang walked to the wound on the other party's right thigh and squatted down, and glanced at the bloody trousers.

As if to say to himself:

"Hmm! Luckily, it didn't hurt the aorta.

Bear with me, I'll check the wound for you."

After saying that, he cut the sharp stone at his wound, but as soon as he touched the wound, Adair Ayala could no longer hold back and cry out in pain.

But Fang Lang continued to cut back and forth on the opponent's trouser tube with a sharp stone regardless of it.

said that it was cutting the other party's pants, but no matter who looked at it, it was like dismembering one of the other party's legs.

Adair Ayala was just a gangster, and he was tortured like this.

The image of a tough guy who has been pretending to be forced collapsed in an instant, and he began to beg for mercy loudly:

"Ahh

If you want to know anything, you ask!"

Fang Lang said with an innocent face:

"Don't! You misunderstood me, I just examined your wounds, and I didn't want to know anything from you!

Don't worry, your pants aren't thick, and you'll be able to cut them open and see the wound soon."

Adair Ayala cursed in her heart! Do I need you to check my wound?

If you cut it again, I don't know if the pants will be torn, but the thigh will definitely be cut with a long wound.

This is a blunt knife to cut meat!

But Adair Ayala no longer dared to scold each other, because

It feels like he's a madman.