Everything is connected!
Thinking of this, Zhang Feng's lips curled into a sneer. It seemed that this old guy Joule still had something to hide from him.
For example, why did Pedro put his father in his private hospital to take care of him, but only sent two people to protect him? Wasn't he afraid of any accidents
Standing up, he greeted Zhao Qiang and walked towards the basement.
Clang.
The big iron door of the basement was opened. Joule was shocked when he heard it. Why did he come again after leaving so long? He became more and more nervous.
Only he knows best whether he has said everything that needs to be said and whether he has explained everything that needs to be explained.
Zhang Feng sneered and sat in front of Joule.
"Dean Joule, it seems you are not very honest. There are quite a lot of things you are hiding."
Hearing this, Joule was shocked. Could it be that this person already knew? It's impossible. No one knows this except Pedro and himself.
"No, I've told you everything I need to say. Really, you have to believe me." Joule still insisted that he had already told you everything he needed to say.
"Really? I think you really won't shed tears until you see the coffin. Since you are so stubborn, you can't blame me."
After Zhang Feng said in a deep voice, he took out his belt and suddenly laughed, "Although I don't really like or recommend violent interrogation methods because they are too unskilled, but sometimes I have to admit that , it’s really effective!”
As he spoke, the rounded belt struck Joule's body hard, and his thin clothes were torn open with a long opening, revealing the wound inside.
You know what slapped him was the iron clip on his waistband!
Joule screamed heart-breakingly and hysterically. The look was really moving. However, it was a pity that Zhang Feng and Zhao Qiang in this room had been baptized with blood and their hearts were harder than stone.
Zhang Feng walked up to Joule and pulled off his upper body clothes, revealing the scar just left on his chest.
Two fingers wide, a thin layer of flesh has been rolled up, and bright red blood is flowing out and flowing down.
"How's it going? Dean Joule, how do you feel?" Zhang Feng said with a sneer: "Tell me, did I give you a chance? You honestly said everything you needed to say, why did you get to this point?"
"I know you are still thinking about it. Do you think the police or Pedro will come back to save you? Really, I can only tell you that you are overthinking it. Even if they find me here, do you think I will keep you? I will kill you before they find this place!"
After saying that, Zhang Feng took half a step back and slapped Joule with another belt.
Snapped! It was very accurate. This time it landed exactly on the wound last time, almost completely overlapping it.
It was still the two-finger-wide wound, but it was just like plowing the ground. The wound was deeper, and what was rolled up was no longer a thin layer of flesh.
The wound was completely stained red with blood, and the blood flowing down had dyed his abdomen extremely bright red.
"Ah..." Joule's cry was like killing a pig, and the severe pain made his scalp numb.
"I said, I'll tell you whatever you want to know!"
Zhang Feng raised his eyebrows, "Oh? Really? You want to tell me? It's a pity that I don't really want to hear it now!" As he said that, he picked up the belt again.
How could Joule endure this? He kept saying, "Really, I'm telling you everything, don't hit me. Please don't hit me."
After hearing this, Zhang Feng put down his hand and asked the question he wanted to know, "What is the relationship between you and Pedro? Or what kind of interests are there between you? And, Lozano He is so important, but he is placed in your hospital, but only two people are assigned to guard him. "
Joule glanced at Zhang Feng, a little shocked, but he could only say truthfully: "Pedro and I are partners. After all, some injuries cannot be treated in public hospitals, so we have long-term cooperation in private. As for Lozano ? He said to the public that he had placed Lozano in a public hospital and kept him under strict protection. In fact, he secretly transferred him to me. Only my secretary and I knew about this, and everyone else kept it secret. "
Zhang Feng nodded slightly. Hearing what he said, it seemed like that was the case, but he always felt that something was wrong in his heart.
His brows wrinkled slightly, and he calmed down to think about what Joule said.
After thinking twice, I finally found out what was wrong.
trust!
Where does Pedro and Joule's trust come from? Why did the former dare to put someone as important as Lozano in the latter's hospital, without fear that the latter would suddenly betray him for some purpose
Is it because of treating the wounded? This reason is somewhat flimsy.
That means that the old guy in front of me is still untrue in his words.
The corners of his mouth twitched twice. Zhang Feng really didn't expect that this guy would really pour out some beans after a beating.
To put it bluntly, my skin is itchy!
Throwing the belt in his hand to Zhao Qiang, he said coldly: "Let Dean Joule loosen the leather!"
"Okay!"
Zhao Qiang took the belt, walked directly in front of Joule without saying a word, and the belt began to swing.
"Why are you still hitting me? I've already said it, I've told you, don't hit me!" Joule shouted in shock, and wanted to continue, but his words were swallowed back because the belt had already fallen on his face. The only sound that could come out of his body and throat was screams.
Zhao Qiang is not as compassionate as Zhang Feng!
The belt had no rules, but it fell on Joule's body like raindrops. In just a short moment, blood marks were crisscrossed!
Joule's crazy screams at first turned into feeble moans. Saliva mixed with blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, and he was already a little confused.
Zhang Feng felt that it was almost done, so he asked Zhao Qiang to stop, picked up the bucket on the side, and poured cold water on Joule.
Joule was awakened by the cold water, and he began to mutter: "Don't hit me anymore, I said... I said everything... Please... don't hit me anymore..."
"Say it, Dean Joule, this is your last chance." Zhang Feng said coldly.
"Pedro's goods... put them in my hospital warehouse... give me the money..." Joule said intermittently.
Pedro's goods? What kind of goods
Zhang Feng's eyes suddenly widened. Why should the goods be placed in the hospital's warehouse? It must be to deceive others.
What kind of goods need to be hidden from others in Mexico City
The answer seems to be self-evident, drugs!