People who wanted to join the Night Jurd God Cult before but hesitated to breathe a sigh of relief at this time.

If you just find the backstage, it will fall in a blink of an eye, and the joke will be big.

And the next few blacks were at a loss, obviously not expecting this.

They regretted it a little, especially the smell of their brains was still there, and they couldn't wipe it away, and this mark looked like a mark of ridicule.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "It's okay, lead the way ahead." ”

A black man hesitated and shouted, "Boss? ”

Zhao Chuanxin turned around: "What boss?" It's really ugly, in the future, I will call the sect leader, remember that we are law-abiding and good citizens. ”

Can law-abiding citizens come here?

"Eh, Master, what about us?"

Zhao Chuanxin said to the Irish gang and Jews behind him: "Remember what I said? These people belong to my Yeju God Sect, who dares to make a mistake, don't blame Lao Tzu for turning his face and not recognizing people. ”

Although he was summoned to cooperate with the investigation, no one dared to contradict it at this time.

Come to the interrogation room.

Zhao Chuanxin put on devil crystal glasses and saw Andrew Miller sitting next door, also under interrogation.

Opposite is an American-Irish police detective who belongs to the New York Police Department and is named Charles Baker.

From the moment he entered the door, Zhao Chuanxin sensed this person's hostility towards him.

This should not be solely because of the camps of the two sides.

Zhao Chuanxin felt that this matter was not so simple.

Charles Baker lit a cigarette and cocked his legs.

He just wanted to speak, but saw Zhao Chuanxin also Erlang's legs, took out a cigar and lit it.

Charles Baker: "......"

What about handcuffs? What about the leg cuffs? Where do cigars and matches come from?

You know, before you go into the interrogation room, you have all prepared for this.

First, it is to prevent criminals from rioting and hurting people, and secondly, it is also a symbol of identity and status, and free police detectives can suppress criminals at the psychological level.

Just now, he clearly saw Zhao Chuanxin wearing handcuffs and leg cuffs?

Zhao Chuanxin took a puff and spit out the smoke: "Ask, what's the matter?" ”

This blocked Charles Baker's words that he wanted to call someone.

"Your cell, Andrew Miller's cell, the confinement cell, and Harry Vanderbilt's cell, the locks on these doors are broken, how do you explain that?"

"Oh, I didn't break it, what do I explain? You go to the security door locks, they cut corners. ”

"You ......"

Charles Baker smoked: "Don't quibble, it's clear that you did it, you killed these people." ”

"Huh? Officer, if you do this, I will sue you for defamation. What about the evidence? ”

If there was evidence, it would have been given to the prosecutor and handed over to the court, and the interrogation would be a fart?

Charles Baker changed his perspective and asked, "You say, where were you that night?" ”

"Confinement Chamber."

"But why are you on the playground in the morning?"

"It's too stuffy inside, go out and breathe."

"Confinement room, how can you come up with it?"

Zhao Chuanxin held a cigar in his mouth and said happily: "Didn't you say it all, the door lock cut corners and the lock was broken." ”

It was the first time Charles Baker had seen such a brazen criminal.

He snuffed out the cigarette.

"I advise you to find out your situation." You've killed four people, no, 11, even though they're all criminals. If I were you, I'd admit that I killed Harry Vanderbilt. ”

"Officer, you know what? I'm really glad I'm not you. ”

Charles Baker was stunned for a moment and asked, "What do you mean by that?" ”

"Because you're too forceful, you don't do it."

"Fack!" Charles Baker was furious, and Huo Ran got up.

He habitually began to want to use a little violent interrogation.

At this time, the police don't talk about so many rules.

Zhao Chuanxin tilted his head: "Officer, I said that you are a second force, but you still don't admit it." Think about it, can you beat me? ”

Charles Baker's heart tightened.

When it comes to fists and feet, he can't beat one person to overturn six people, kill four people, and maim two murderers.

Zhao Chuanxin is not handcuffed and shackled.

However, Charles Baker pulled out his revolver, slapped it on the table, and threatened: "I can say that you attacked the police and then shot you!" ”

Zhao Chuanxin was wearing a resolute armor.

On a hot day, I'd rather sweat than take it off, why?

He leaned back in the chair relaxedly, pinched the cigar in his hand, and said happily: "So to tell you, seven steps away, the gun is fast." Within seven steps, I'm fast! Don't believe me, you try? ”

Awesome, blow.

Seeing that he really didn't panic at all, I Cao, Charles Baker really believed it.

This man is really a bit evil.

His lips twitched, "Good, very good." ”

He was so angry that he didn't hesitate to say something he shouldn't have said: "I'm not afraid to tell you." Later, I will have the prison guards escort you back to the confinement room, and guard the door of the confinement room 24 hours a day. Then, I'll find someone to stay in the same cell as Andrew Miller, and I'm sure you can figure out what will happen. ”

After saying that, he was very happy.

Damn Fake, he should be dumbfounded now, right?

Zhao Chuanxin got up and pointed at Charles Baker: "Don't sleep too hard when you sleep at night." ”

Bounce the cigar off the air, slam it against the wall, and create a string of sparks.

Zhao Chuanxin shouted outward: "Prison guard, take me away." ”

Charles Baker laughed arrogantly: "What can you do with me?" You can't protect yourself. The day you get out of the confinement room is the day you sit in the electric chair. ”

At this moment, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly saw the shadow of a criminal in this person.

This man is definitely not a serious police officer.

The prison guards took Zhao Chuanxin away and did not ask him to be handcuffed.

Because you can't live on it, you know?

It's a secret that prison guards know.

If you don't provoke him anyway, he won't hurt anyone.

After going out, Zhao Chuanxin asked, "What was the name of the second detective just now?" ”

The prison guard was really a little stunned and didn't dare not answer: "Charles Baker, from the New York City Department." ”

Zhao Chuanxin stopped talking.

He was again locked up in a confinement cell.

Sure enough, there were three prison guards outside, squatting at the same time, not planning to leave.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the elf carving knife and made a hole in the wall.

He took out a pile of sand, and used mud trowel gloves to gather sand into a tower, and blocked the entrance to the cave.

Putting on the Cloak of Shadows, Shi Shiran arrived at Andrew Miller's cell.

Not long after, two prison guards escorted a prisoner wearing a vest over.

It's an Irishman.

There's also a tattoo on his shoulder.

Zhao Chuanxin wore a shadow cloak and hid in the darkness on the side, jotting down the tattoo pattern.

He didn't even get up, he just pulled out the elven carving knife, extended the blade, and snorted......

The Irishman, who had been escorted by two prison guards, suddenly collapsed.

The two prison guards were startled: "Hey, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Touch his nose."

"Fake, it's out of gas! What the hell is going on? ”

"Carry it away first!"

Zhao Chuanxin waited for a while, but no one sent it.

Only then did he tiptoe back.

Not long after, the door to the confinement chamber was opened.

Warden Thomas Osborne stands outside the confinement room.

His face was complicated: "Sir, I know you are a reasonable person. ”

There was a straw futon under Zhao Chuanxin's buttocks, and he was sitting cross-legged on it.

Hearing this, he raised his head and bared his teeth and smiled: "Oh, I am indeed good at convincing people with reason. I wonder if that Charles Bay overcame it? ”

The warden smiled bitterly: "I don't know if he accepts it or not, but I accept it." ”

Zhao Chuanxin flicked his nails: "Didn't you shout slogans and let me sit in the electric chair?" I'm waiting for that. ”

"That's nonsense. If you want to impose a death penalty, you have to be prosecuted by the police first, and then the prosecutor will submit the materials to the court, and I don't have the power to do that. ”

"You're interesting." Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Then what are you here for?" Just want to tell me you're convinced? ”

The warden sighed.

Since Zhao Chuanxin entered here, many people have died.

He had already heard from the prison guards that no cell or confinement could hold Zhao Chuanxin, and any handcuffs and shackles would disappear for no reason.

Because of a series of bizarre deaths of prisoners, the prison guards have become frightened, and they don't even dare to care if Zhao Chuanxin is not handcuffed.

Even the guards in the confinement room had to be drawn by lot, and the unlucky ghost came.

He discussed: "Sir, I will have someone arrange the best cell for you, and I will try to satisfy what you want." I beg you only one thing, no more dead people. ”

Zhao Chuanxin got up.

The warden stood up, changed color and took a step back.

Zhao Chuanxin walked out, and the warden retreated in fear, as if facing a great enemy.

However, a few prison guards have already figured out Zhao Chuanxin's temper, as long as they don't provoke him, everything is fine, so they are not afraid.

Zhao Chuanxin walked out of the narrow confinement room, stretched, and turned his head to look at the warden: "You haven't figured out the essence of the matter yet. As long as you keep Andrew Miller okay, there won't be any deaths here. Even, I can make your prison a model prison. ”

The warden's eyes lit up suddenly.

He ignored the first, but he caught the point in the last sentence: "Sir, can you really make this a model prison?" ”

If someone else said it, the warden slapped him in the face.

Xinxin Prison is all felons, and it has nothing to do with the eight poles of the model prison.

But Zhao Chuanxin is too evil.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his index finger: "Only one point, if you let Andrew Miller die, then, Mr. Warden, you will have to open one eye when you sleep." ”

The warden's face changed: "You threaten me? ”

No criminal had ever dared to threaten him like this.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that he was not convinced, and he still wanted to have a seizure, so he reminded him: "Shocked, why did the Irishman die violently at the door of the cell?" Why are there so many accidents in Xinxin Prison? ”

“……”

The warden doesn't understand the "Ministry of Shock".

But according to his understanding, Zhao Chuanxin had never been out of the confinement room, and he could understand the details so clearly, which made him shudder.

Under the noses of the two prison guards, the Irish can be killed, so isn't he, the warden, in danger?

At this moment, horror triumphed over authority and pride: "Okay, I promise you." ”

afterwards

Some prisoners saw through the cell door that Zhao Chuanxin was swaggering in front.

The warden and a group of prison guards, like his subordinates, followed behind.

The prisoners' eyes widened in disbelief.

Cynsin Prison is about to be turned upside down?

The warden arranged Zhao Chuanxin in the best cell, with new beds and bedding, toilets, sinks, tables, chairs, cloakrooms, and even simple bookshelves.

Zhao Chuanxin stood in the cell and smiled at the warden: "Since you have shown sincerity, I will also give my friendship tomorrow." ”

(End of chapter)