At this time, the phone rang in his pocket. He took it out and looked at it, and smiled at me: "We will have a chance to chat. There is no video recording of our conversation just now."
Then he opened the door and went out, leaving me alone in the room.
A few minutes later, the door was slammed open, and a tall and thick figure rushed in, as if full of anger. It was a plump white man in a shirt, with a fleshy face and a gun holster under his shoulders.
I think that's probably what Jeff meant by "that idiot."
In fact, these policemen use this trick to get me back to the police station. I am not surprised by this method. From my identity records, they suspected that I might be one of the group of surprise soldiers mobilized by Ba Ye. I also thought it was normal to find me as a breakthrough point in this case.
The only thing that surprised me was Jeff with the big hooked nose. This person seems to have some ideas.
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This idiot slammed a chair on the ground when he entered the door, sat in front of me, raised his fat thug with a slap, and knocked the desk lamp on the table directly, and the light directly shone on my face.
"You know why you are here!"
To my surprise, this white policeman's Chinese is even better than Jeff's!
"Yes, you two police officers took out a pack of marijuana from my car." I said coldly, "I will definitely file a complaint about this matter. I will tell my lawyer about this matter in detail!"
"Don't play dumb with me! You bastard, don't you know why you were arrested here?" The ghost had a fierce look on his face: "I tell you, I just need to make a phone call to the Immigration Bureau, and I will be able to send you here immediately." You kicked out of Canada directly!"
I laughed.
What this guy said was exactly the same as when Jeff pretended to scare me on the road just now, but Jeff was just trying me at that time, but this guy really took me as a rookie and wanted to scam me.
In fact, I later learned that many police officers in Canada will use this method to intimidate Asian suspects when they catch them. Because many low-level Asian criminals are illegal immigrants, and most of them do not understand Canadian laws, so the police will use this to intimidate them during interrogation.
Apparently, this ghost also took me for a rookie who didn't understand Canadian law. Thought I'd be scared of immigration.
But I already knew that although I was holding a temporary visa, the Immigration Bureau would not do anything to me before the visa expired, unless there was evidence that I had indeed committed illegal and criminal acts locally.
But the possession of marijuana was clearly planted by them... and the method was very poor. They have no evidence, and they can settle it with a lawyer.
"Whatever you want, I'm not worried about the Immigration Bureau." I said calmly, "I ask to make a call. This is my right."
"I'll let you shoot it." He sat down, threw a folder board in his hand onto the table forcefully, and deliberately lightened the holster on his ribs.
"Boy, don't think that we can't help you just because you have a hard mouth!"
He looked at me: "Are you really unwilling to say? What is your relationship with Fang Bazhi? Did you come here by smuggling? Who are you on the same boat? How many are there? Where are they!"
I looked at him and just laughed.
I laughed at this ghost, he stood up abruptly, and then kicked my chest. I felt a sharp pain in my chest, and I fell backwards, turning over with my chair. When he came over, he still wanted to hit me. I lay on the ground and gritted my teeth and said loudly: "Come on! Hit me! I'll have a lawyer take me for a medical examination in a while! Let's see if you die first or I die first!"
This sentence made Gui Lao hesitate for a moment, he raised his lower lip: "I won't hit you."
Then he called two police officers who were also of Caucasian race, they closed the door, and then started to adjust the air conditioner, turned the air conditioner to cold air, and turned the temperature to the lowest...
Hell, it's spring now, and the temperature in Canada is very cold, and then they got a bucket of ice water from nowhere, and several of them worked together to water me thoroughly.
At this time, the outdoor temperature was only a few degrees, and they turned on the air conditioner in the room. I was completely soaked in clothes, and my whole body was cold. I was handcuffed to a place where the air conditioner vents were exposed, and I shivered from the cold.
"Boy, guess what it would be like if I handcuffed you here for a day and a night?" The ghost still wanted to scare me.
Although I was shivering from the cold, I still looked at him with a forced smile, and said coldly: "Then tomorrow you will be prosecuted for murder by my lawyer!"
I smiled wryly in my heart. I used this method of pranking people to deal with those little gangsters in China, but I never thought that I would taste it today.
After that, it really was the same as the electric shock.
Instead of beating me directly with the electric baton, they placed several wet towels on my body.
These policemen must be very experienced, because directly shocking people with electric batons may accidentally leave burn marks on the body, but with a damp towel in the middle, the current will still not weaken in any way, but it will not Will leave scars!
I was shocked a few times, and I was able to grit my teeth the first few times, but then I started to twitch all over, and the corners of my mouth even drooled uncontrollably. My body was stiff at first, and then became limp.
Seeing that I still gritted my teeth and refused to speak, these guys finally couldn't bear it anymore, and finally brought a thick phone book, which is about as thick as two Chinese Cihai books. They held sticks in their hands. Hammer or something, ready to beat me.
Beating people like this, with books or thick magazines on their body, not only will not alleviate the pain when beating people, but it will be more severe! When beating, the power of the shock can almost spread throughout the whole body of a person! Not only the muscles ache, but even the bones and viscera will feel trembling pain.
I made up my mind and just gritted my teeth. I was certain in my heart that they were just torturing me, but they didn't dare to really do anything to me. In the end, I passed out.
When I woke up, I was still sitting in the room, the air conditioner was switched to heating, the overturned table and chairs were put away, the water stains on the floor were wiped off, and the clothes on my body were also slightly dry. It's just that the whole body is still aching.
Sitting in front of me was a man with eyes in a suit, holding a briefcase in his hand, and then he said to me in a professional tone just like in the movie: "Mr. Chen Yang, I was appointed by Mr. Fang." Lawyer, now I will take you out."
The ghost and the bastards who beat me were not in the room. It was just the two of us. I first asked to see the lawyer's ID to confirm his identity, and then I asked him: "Is the matter settled? Can I gone?"
"Okay, there is no definite proof that the bag of marijuana belongs to you. Now that you are free, I can take you out now to go through the formalities."
I cursed in a low voice, and the lawyer looked at my half-damp clothes and said calmly, "By the way, have you been treated unfairly? If so, I can help you sue."
"Yes!" I slowly recounted everything I suffered, including the process of being planted for that bag of marijuana. After the lawyer took notes one by one, he raised his head and looked at me, hesitating for a moment: "Okay, but I suggest you that these lawsuits... may not have any effect. You know, the injury test has no effect. "
"I know." I gritted my teeth: "This group of people is definitely not the first time to do this. I am not the first, nor will I be the last. I just sue to show that I am a law-abiding and good citizen."
The lawyer didn't say yes or no, and then asked me to sign a document. A policeman came in and opened the handcuffs for me, and then the lawyer took me out and claimed my personal belongings. At this time, I saw Xiluo and the others being brought out.
It seems that their mental state is not bad, at least I am the main target, and they have not encountered such treatment from me. I only found out after asking Ciro that it was he who called back.
Shiro had an angry expression on his face, and I saw that his eyes were full of anger.
"Xiao Wu, do we have to endure this?"
"Otherwise what should I do?" I asked him back.
"Damn it, take a gun and fuck him! Anyway, Canada doesn't have the death penalty! I'll kill him!" Ciro scolded angrily.
I smiled, my smile was a little tired, I patted Xi Luo's shoulder lightly, leaned into his ear and whispered: "Stupid! You are courting death if you kill him openly! Even if you kill him, you will never die in this life." I want to get out of prison... If I have a chance in the future, I will go to his house in the middle of the night and cut his throat with a knife."
When I said this, my tone was very calm. But I'm not kidding!
To my surprise, Jeff actually came out to see me off. Ciro didn't know about the conversation between me and Jeff, and gave him a look of resentment. Jeff winked at me, talked to the lawyer for a while and left.
Before leaving the police station, I encountered another strange thing.
Just at the entrance of the lobby of this police station, I saw that idiot who beat me up!
But this time he was not so imposing, he was looking nervously at a chick in front of him. That chick is a white guy, tall and slender, with long blond wavy hair. She looks very slender and attractive from the back. She seems to be scolding the white ghost fiercely, and finally she suddenly waved her hand and slapped her across the face. Ghost face. The ghost was furious, but the expression on Shuran's face changed several times in an instant, and finally he lowered his head and left with hatred on his face.
The chick raised a middle finger proudly at his back.
I found that none of the policemen around dared to look sideways at her!
"Who is this woman? So arrogant? Could it be the daughter of the chief of police?" I laughed.
The lawyer next to him shook his head: "The police chief's daughter is not so arrogant...she is the famous Princess Her Royal Highness!"
"Princess? I never heard that there are royal families in Canada."
The lawyer hesitated for a moment: "Hell Angels, do you know? The number one underworld force in Canada! They control 90% of the entire Canadian underworld! It can be said that they are the rulers of the underground world! This girl belongs to Hell Angels." The only daughter of Godfather Mr. Sorin, nicknamed Her Royal Highness Princess."