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Chapter 69: The Taste of Death
"I want you to rescue the snake skin!"
"Snake skin has committed such a serious crime, I have tried my best to manage it, but the people in the city bureau said that his crime cannot be forgiven, and I can't do anything about it. If you don't believe it, you can ask the people in the public security bureau! "Deng Huilong said carefully.
Ye Feng smiled coldly: "Deng Huilong, you don't need to act anymore. I know all the good things you have done. You think your plan to frame snakeskin is very thorough, so I can't find it out?"
"My brother, I don’t understand what you said. People from the Public Security Bureau have already made it very clear. The case is made of snakeskin. There is hard evidence. Besides, how could I frame him? He is my right-hand man. , I still want to pass on the position of the head of the skinhead to him in the future!" Deng Huilong was shocked, but he still refused to admit it. . .
This crime cannot be confessed "randomly". If you admit it, it is a dead end. Deng Huilong thinks very clearly. Even if Ye Feng knows the truth, he will never admit it, because once he admits it, he will not go to the execution ground tomorrow. Snake skin, the one who was hit by the gun was himself, and now I don't admit it. As long as you delay enough time, maybe the brother below will come up, and you will still have a chance.
"Public Security Bureau? I'm too lazy to talk empty words to you, come on, write down all the facts of your crime, then sign your name, and then put your handprint on it, this matter will be over, otherwise I will be rude to you Now!" Ye Feng smiled coldly, took out a few pieces of white paper from his body, and passed the pen together. . .
Deng Huilong’s brains turned fast enough. It was obvious that if he confessed, it would be a dead end. Otherwise, Ye Feng would not be able to save Snakeskin, so he still had a chance to live, maybe Ye Feng couldn’t kill himself at all. Because once you kill yourself, snake skin is still a dead end.
Instead of picking up Ye Feng’s paper and pen, Deng Huilong sat down somewhat relaxedly, lit a cigarette, and looked like a rascal: “You’re a trick, but that’s not OK. Even if I die, I’ll be upright. To die, you can't bear the charge of "rape" murder!"
Ye Feng said with a smile: "You are sure that I dare not kill you, right?"
Deng Huilong did not speak, and spit out a smoke ring, but it was not as big and elegant as Ye Feng's smoke ring. . .
"It seems that you don't shed tears if you don't see the coffin, so don't blame me for being impolite!" Ye Feng sneered.
"If you have a kind, kill me. If you want me to take the blame for the snakeskin, I won't do it!" Deng Huilong really took Ye Feng.
Suddenly there was a loud roar from outside: "Boss is inside, brothers charge!"
Obviously, the skinhead brothers below have rushed to the rescue.
Deng Huilong's expression was overjoyed: "Brother, I think you'd better go, I will let my brothers let you make a living, and that's all for today's affairs."
"Haha, do you think that the trash under your hands can save you? You are too naive, so I won't move you temporarily and wait for them to rush in!" Ye Feng laughed. . .
After the laughter, there was a scream outside, and Deng Huilong's face changed drastically, and he said in surprise, "You also brought someone here?"
"Not many, just brought one!" Ye Feng smiled.
Deng Huilong’s face is calm, he believes that the strength of these brothers under him, no one can reach the dozens of brothers in Huangcheng ktv, these brothers are all his confidants, and they are all powerful fighters. He believed that after a while, these people would be able to rush in and rescue himself, and once these people rushed in, no matter how capable Ye Feng was, he might not be able to get out easily.
Seeing the change in the "color" of Deng Huilong's face, Ye Feng smiled slightly and did not speak. Of course, Ye Feng knew about Xia Yu's strength. If the dozens of skinhead brothers could rush in, then Xia Yu would not be Xia Yu. , I think back then, dozens of special forces were also killed by her one by one, let alone these gangsters. . .
The screams kept screaming, one after another. The screams were short and shocking. After Deng Huilong waited for less than three minutes, the outside became quiet again. Xia Yu flashed in from the door, and said respectfully to Ye Feng: "Shao Lord, everyone has been resolved!"
Seeing Deng Huilong's astonishment, and seeing him naked, Ye Feng smiled and said: "Okay, you continue to stay outside and don't let anyone in!"
Xia Yu retired, and Deng Huilong's face was miserable: "Huh, no matter what, I won't confess blindly. You will die of this heart. If you leave now, I can still give you a fortune. Money, it's good to make friends..."
"You are really naive, you think you are stubbornly dependent, so I can't do anything with you, but your face is so thick that I didn't expect it. It's obviously that you framed the snake skin and you are still dead. Don't admit it, tusk tusk, it seems that your face is really thicker than I expected!" Ye Feng tusk smiled strangely, staring at Deng Huilong with some pity.
Deng Huilong was a little uncomfortable being stared at by Ye Feng, but he still said to himself: "Huh, anyway, I won't confess. If you have the ability, you will kill me. By then, snakeskin is still a dead word!"
Seeing that Deng Huilong actually threatened him, Ye Feng finally understood the capital that Deng Huilong relied on so much. After thinking about it carefully, he really felt that he couldn't kill the guy in front of him, so he laughed and said: "You think that death can solve the problem. Yes? Of course I won’t let you die, otherwise, wouldn’t it be the case that snakeskin’s charge was condemned? You are the original culprit, and of course I have to clear the charge for him..."
Deng Huilong didn't say a word, Ye Feng stood up and "forced" it step by step. Seeing Ye Feng's eyes were a little joke, Deng Huilong retracted unconsciously, but let him back down. This room is just this big. When he left, Ye Feng had already strangled his neck.
"Are you recruiting or not?" Ye Feng said coldly.
His face was flushed, and even his anger was a little uncomfortable, but Deng Huilong still said: "I, I, I can't recruit, if there is a kind, you will kill me!"
"Well, you are very smart, but death is not the most terrible thing. I have a way to make you worse than death. I want to see how long you can last!" Ye Feng smiled cruelly. . .
Putting Deng Huilong on the ground, the latter had just coughed. Ye Feng had already pointed his fingers like flying and tapped a few fingers on him. Immediately, a feeling more uncomfortable than death began to appear.
Itching, numbness, pain, soreness, bitterness and other tastes gathered in the brain, and the body seemed to have thousands of ants crawling. Deng Huilong immediately "urinated" his pants, and even more miserable screams came from him. Deng Huilong immediately fell to the ground, curled up into a ball and kept rolling, begging for mercy in his mouth, with deep fear in his eyes. . .
Ye Feng sat aside and lit a cigarette. Then he smiled slightly: "Well, you enjoy it slowly. When you figure it out and are willing to confess, call me again, but you only have Five minutes to think about it. If you don’t beg for mercy within five minutes, I’ll just go out and take a stroll. Then you can enjoy it here by yourself. When I have enough time outside, I’ll come back and look for it. you!"
Only two minutes later, Deng Huilong couldn't stand the torture, and kept asking Ye Feng to kill him. Unfortunately, Ye Feng couldn't help looking at his watch, and smiled relaxedly: "Want to die? That's not so easy. , Unless you plead guilty! Maybe there is still a chance!"
There is a dead word on the left and right. Deng Huilong feels that it is better to die than to live like this. But the point is that you can't die at all, and this feeling is a hundred times sadder than death. . .
As soon as five minutes came, Deng Huilong's perseverance was really firm. It can be seen that Ye Feng really walked outside the door, and he was also anxious. He quickly stopped Ye Feng and said weakly, "I'll just do it. Please let me go!"
Ye Feng walked back to Deng Huilong's side, and saw this guy in front of him who was not like a human or a ghost, especially the blood stains on the ground on his head, which was even more eye-catching. Ye Feng smiled cruelly: "What? Now I figured it out? Don’t you have very hard bones? You can insist on not talking!"
"No, I took it, I really took it, please help me quickly, even if I kill me, I am willing to recruit anything, I will say whatever you want me to say!" Deng Huilong just wanted to die.
Ye Feng tapped a few fingers on Deng Huilong's body. Although it was still painful and embarrassing, Deng Huilong was at least much better than before. At this time, it was impossible to "suicide". Not to mention that Ye Feng would not give him a chance. Without this ability, now he doesn't even have the strength to move a finger, how can he beg to die
"You have to figure it out, I am not a trick. I want you to tell you how you framed snakeskin, but also explain the reason, and then write it on this piece of paper, press the fingerprint, and my business will be completed. Now!" Ye Feng sent the paper and pen to Deng Huilong's face, but the latter did not have the strength to pick up the paper and pen. Besides, his right hand was abolished by Ye Feng, and Deng Huilong couldn't write a confession by himself.
"I really have no strength. I said, can you use your mobile phone to record it?" Deng Huilong frowned. The tingling and itching in the bones have not completely disappeared. Although the feeling at this time is much better than before, but It is undoubtedly particularly painful.
Ye Feng frowned, but had to sit down and write by himself, while Deng Huilong explained the process of committing the case honestly and made it clear why he framed snakeskin. Ye Feng put away the phone, and Deng Huilong's words just now had been recorded by him. Of course, he also recorded this effort in black and white.
Pulling the tip of Deng Huilong's finger, and then using the pen tip to "plug" strongly, with a scream, Deng Huilong's thumb has been pressed on the paper by Ye Feng, and the bright red finger prints were printed on the paper.
"Haha, very good, very good!" Ye Feng put away the pen and paper, and laughed.
"Now you can let me go?" Deng Huilong got up and stared at Ye Feng eagerly.