"Can't you offend?"
Lin Qing chuckled, shook her head, and said in a cold tone: "It doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, or it doesn't seem to have anything to do with you? What you really should do now is to cooperate with me, to be precise , You should bear those faults for your mistakes."
Zhao Gong frowned, suddenly opened again, sitting on the sofa calmly, and sneered: "Huh, so what? What can you do to me? Even if you take drugs and prostitution, it will be closed for a few days at most. I am taking drugs. It's not a drug dealer. Do you really think of me as a three-year-old child?"
Hearing this, Lin Qing couldn't help but froze, but he ignored this. In the recorded video, it was only Zhao Gong taking drugs. There was a big difference between taking drugs alone and gathering crowds. This will not have a big impact on it at all, not to mention that the other party's'cooperator' is still the director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau. Maybe it was just closed here, but it was released over there.
"by!"
Lin Qing cursed in a low voice and turned to look at Song Biao.
On the contrary, Song Biao obviously had anticipated this point, but he never said a word. Seeing Lin Qingwang came, he walked quickly to Zhao Gong. To Lin Qing's surprise, he hit Zhao Gong with a punch. His stomach was smashed.
"Wow!"
Zhao Gong's face paled, and he groaned in pain.
However, Song Biao's fist was punch after punch, and after a few tightly, the entire fat face of Zhao Gong was crumpled together, and the sweat of the size of soybeans on his forehead could not stop dripping.
However, the soundproofing facilities in the room were so good that no one outside heard no matter how Zhao Gong yelled. During the period, the previous girl woke up and just wanted to scream to vent her fear, but she was knocked out again by Song Biao, who reacted very quickly.
"Why, is there anything else I need to say?"
Song Biao let go and said in a cold tone.
Zhao Gong took a few breaths of air-conditioning, and when he was relieved, he glared at Song Biao fiercely, and said grimly: "Again... Persuade... You, don't... provoke people who shouldn't be offended. "
"Still?"
Song Biao had a cold tone and looked at Lin Qing.
Lin Qing knew that Song Biao definitely wanted to use his own means to "force" to ask those things, so he nodded and said that everything was in accordance with his wishes.
Upon seeing this, Song Biao nodded, turned and walked aside, picking up a bottle of red wine in the room. He pressed Zhao Gong’s left hand on the coffee table in front of him, and said coldly: “I’ll give you another chance. At that time, you want to regret it again, but it’s too late.” After a pause, he said, “You don’t like it. Persuade? Let me advise you by the way, don’t ruin yourself for those who are not worthy."
Zhao Gong seemed to think of what Song Biao was going to do, and his left hand drew back vigorously. However, under Song Biao's power, how could he break free? His face turned extremely ugly and said, "You... What do you... What do you want to do? You are against the law, it is a crime of intentional harm."
"Yo, do you still know the law?"
Lin Qing chuckled and praised: "Yes, it's really good. I don't know, did you think about the law when you were doing those illegal things?"
Zhao Gong opened his mouth, howling speechless.
"Don't tell me? Let's start."
The wine bottle in Song Biao's hand was thrown in his hand, and as soon as the voice fell, he slammed it down quickly.
"what!?"
Zhao Gong shrank back and yelled.
"Damn! I haven't smashed it yet."
Song Biao cursed, the wine bottle in his hand was only two or three centimeters away from Zhao Gong's hand. Lin Qing quietly admired Lin Qing's grasp of power.
Huh, huh.
Zhao Gong gasped loudly, staring tightly at his left hand, which was intact.
"Say or not?"
Song Biao raised the bottle again and said in a deep voice.
Zhao Gong was also stubborn, and he closed his eyes directly after hearing this, without struggling or speaking.
Song Biao frowned, and the wine bottle in his hand fell suddenly.
boom!
Click!
The wine bottle burst directly, and the wine splashed everywhere, and the tempered glass coffee table also showed a slight crack due to this heavy blow. Among them, there was also Zhao Gong's struggling left hand and the wailing voice.
Originally, he thought that Song Biao didn't smash it down for the first time and wanted to scare himself. He didn't expect it to be true. The severe pain from his left hand made him soberly realize that the two people in front of him absolutely exceeded his imagination.
Song Biao tightly grasped Zhao Gong's left hand and placed it on the coffee table, and shook half of the wine bottle in his hand. The place where it broke was gleaming with cold light under the light, which was a sharp weapon comparable to an ordinary blade. "If you don't say it again, then it won't be that simple next time. I will choose to cut off your fingers one by one. If you don't believe it, we can try."
"Cut it off?"
Zhao Gong's eyes suddenly panicked. Disability is definitely something that everyone can't bear. Thinking that even if he was cured in the future, he would only be crippled, and the steadfast eyes that had just changed were suddenly occupied by fear, and there was hesitation in it.
This hesitation represents, he is tight-lipped, is he worth it
"Forget it, I've been tossing enough, it's late enough."
Lin Qing stood up suddenly, "Why, just give him another ten seconds. If it doesn't work, then don't blame us for being cruel. Okay, let's start now. Ten..."
Zhao Gong's fat body trembled for ten seconds, only ten seconds.
"Nine... Eight..."
Lin Qing's tone was very calm, and the counting speed was very normal. However, the next number caused both of them to fall through their glasses.
"... One, time is up, let's start."
"what?"
Zhao Gong's eyes widened, and he cursed in his heart: What kind of count is this
Song Biao was also taken aback for a moment, but his right hand holding half of the wine bottle began to fall.
"Don't, I said, I said."
Zhao Gong shouted "chaoticly".
"Is that right? Why bother, wasting everyone's sleep."
Lin Qing suddenly sat down again and said with a smile: "Let's talk about it, where are the evidence of existence?"
Zhao Gong hesitated, seeing the wine bottle in Song Biao's hand shake again, and quickly said, "It's here."
"right here?"
Lin Qing was taken aback for a moment. This is a ktv where people come and go, dare to put those things here
Zhao Gong nodded and said, "Yes, just put it here." At the same time, he looked at Song Biao, his consciousness was to let go of himself.
Song Biao let go of his right hand without even thinking about it, and the other party couldn't play any tricks in front of him anyway.
An accident happened to Lin Qing and Song Biao. Zhao Gong turned the sofa he was sitting on directly to the ground, and took out a booklet from a secret box at the bottom of the sofa.
""Milk" "Milk", aren't you afraid that KTV will change the sofa and lose this thing
Lin Qing took the pamphlet and couldn't tell whether he was admired or speechless.
Zhao Gong looked ugly, and said with a slightly meaningful tone: "I have contracted this private room for a long time. Therefore, before I leave Hangzhou, almost no one will come here. At most, it is just a waiter to clean it. , As for changing things, it’s almost impossible."
Long-term package
Lin Qing sneered from the bottom of her heart. You didn't get the money by normal means. When I opened the pamphlet in my hand, I saw each account in detail, including how much money, gifts, etc., were given to someone because of something.
Among them, the director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, the director of the Land Bureau, etc., are all involved.
The booklet records only the "deal" between the two sides this year.
"Look at it."
Lin Qing handed the pamphlet to Song Biao. Song Biao put down the wine bottle in his hand, took the pamphlet, turned over, and nodded, "No problem, I know a little bit about a few of these things. It seems that this is Really."
"Really? That's good."
Lin Qing nodded and looked at the time. It turned out that it was already 11:30, and it was less than half an hour before the time Sun Aoyun said. "Let's go, by the way, let him watch us leave in a coma."
Song Biao nodded knowingly, and knocked him out without waiting for Zhao Gong's reaction. The two of them left the private room. There were fewer people in the outer corridor. When they left the private room, seeing that there was no one around, they took off the black windbreaker and the oversized sunglasses outside the mask.
"It's hot to me."
Both men who took off their trench coats were sweating profusely. Song Biao took out a black plastic bag from the windbreaker, stuffed the two people's belongings into it, and put it into the trash can next to it.
The two came out quickly, and the dance floor was full of voices, still extremely lively. As a result, no one noticed the two.
When I came out, feeling the blowing of the night wind, Lin Qing couldn't help sighing, "Cool!"
On the road, there are fewer vehicles, and only some taxis carrying passengers at night are still speeding on the smooth highway.
Seeing no one around, Song Biao said in a puzzled way: "If I'm right, you should be seeking justice for the workers and getting their wages back. Then why don't you get the money directly from Zhao Gong? , And then share it with them?"
Lin Qing smiled, glanced at Song Biao, and smiled: "If I really did that, wouldn't I behave like you? Frankly speaking, I'm not a bad person." The conversation turned, He said: "By the way, I really want to know who you are. You feel very unusual for me. I think you should be a person with a story."
Hearing this, Song Biao's eyes were "bewildered", and he suddenly pulled his pants down, "exposed" the abdomen below his belly button, pointed to a scar, and said faintly: "This is a gunshot wound, Browning. Caused, penetrated, my fate was big, and luckily survived."
"Are you... a soldier?"
Lin Qing had a few thoughts in his mind, as if only this could be more in line with his own thoughts.
A trace of "confusion" flashed in Song Biao's "color", and there was a deep sorrow, as if it had gone through several centuries,
"Special forces, used to be."