In the dim interrogation room, Jiang Zheng leaned his hands on the table and stared down at Kong Zhenghui.
Kong Zhenghui sat on the chair, looking at the other person's increasingly ferocious face. He felt that this person had become mentally unbalanced over the Sanguang Society case, and he had also been drinking, so he was a little irrational at the moment.
Thinking of this, Kong Zhenghui frowned and tried his best to control his emotions: "Don't think that just because you caught me, Su Tianyu can do anything. Everyone in the Huatonghui knows that the relationship between him and I has become very tense. We have always had opinions about each other! You can't get anything out of me, let alone force a result you want. I'm not afraid to tell you that I have actually been clearing my accounts recently and preparing to withdraw from Hua..."
Before he could finish his words, Jiang Zheng interrupted him, pointed at his nose and shouted, "Don't tell me these useless things, I want you to sign now!"
The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere was somewhat depressing.
"There is no way I can sign, and even less can I be a scapegoat for others." Kong Zhenghui was certain that if he signed, he would be skinned alive if not killed, so there was no way he would compromise.
Jiang Zheng completely lost his patience, grabbed Kong Zhenghui by the collar, and yelled at him, "Fuck you, I'll ask you again, will you sign or not?"
Seeing that the other party was not willing to budge, Kong Zhenghui also became angry. "I'm telling you, no matter what happens today, I won't sign this! And I won't accept that you, the garrison, are using this method to mess with a small family like me! If you have the ability, go and fight Su Tianyu, the Huatong Association, and Lao Li! I'm not even ranked in the top ten in the Huatong Association, what's the point of messing with me?"
As he said this, Kong Zhenghui tried to push Jiang Zheng away.
“Bang!”
During the argument between the two, Kong Zhenghui accidentally scraped Jiang Zheng's face with his palm, making a crisp sound.
Kong Zhenghui didn't expect to get slapped unintentionally, and he was slightly stunned.
Jiang Zheng took a step back, veins on his forehead: "You bastard, you dare to fight back here? You don't want to sign, right? Okay, I'll try another way to make you sign!"
As he spoke, Jiang Zheng pulled out the pistol hanging on his waist with a snap.
Kong Zhenghui couldn't help but take a step back: "You...what do you want to do?"
"Come on, hold him down for me!"
Two soldiers immediately stepped forward and pressed Kong Zhenghui onto the table with a bang.
Jiang Zheng held the pistol, veins popping out on his neck: "Even a character like you dares to challenge me... I'll let you challenge me!"
Jiang Zheng pointed the hard butt of the gun at the back of Kong Zhenghui's right hand and smashed it down hard!
“Bang!”
"ah!"
This blow directly deformed the back of Kong Zhenghui's hand. He screamed in pain, and the severe pain almost made him faint.
“Bang!”
Jiang Zheng gritted his teeth, stared blankly, and hit it hard a second time.
With a "puff", the back of Kong Zhenghui's hand was smashed into a bloody mess, and the bones broke with a snap.
Kong Zhenghui's whole body convulsed in pain, and his screams became even sharper.
"Are you still screaming? Are you still screaming?!"
“Bang!”
“Puff!”
The third time, the bone on the back of Kong Zhenghui's hand pierced through the skin, revealing the white bone stump. A small dent was made on the smooth tabletop, and blood and flesh were stuck to the wood chips.
Kong Zhenghui was in so much pain that he couldn't even scream. His legs were shaking and the iron chains were rattling.
"Bang bang..."
Jiang Zheng did not stop, he just vented his emotions wantonly and smashed things several times!
Miserable wailing sounds continued to be heard throughout the interrogation room. Kong Zhenghui's right hand had been smashed into a pulp, beyond recognition!
Jiang Zheng put down his gun, grabbed Kong Zhenghui's hair, stared at him and asked, "I'll ask you again, will you sign or not?"
Kong Zhenghui was sweating all over and almost fainted. His cheek was pressed against the table, and the anger in his heart was beyond words!
This is an unexpected disaster!
Kong Zhenghui knew very well that even if he spoke softly at this moment, he would not be treated kindly, so his emotions got out of control: "I signed... You are a dog! Even if you beat me to death today, I still look down on you! You don't even have the courage to challenge the real boss, and you pretend to be numb in front of me!"
"Haha, OK!" Jiang Zheng nodded continuously and smashed one of Kong Zhenghui's fingers with the butt of his gun: "I want to see if your bones are that hard!"
Kong Zhenghui's eyes turned black due to the pain, and his entire right hand and arm were numb and numb from the pain.
Jiang Zheng bent down, pinched his face and scolded: "You don't have to be so stubborn! I'll let Su Tianyu and Yu Mingyuan see you sentenced to death with their own eyes!"
After that, Jiang Zheng let go of Kong Zhenghui, smoothed his messy hair, pointed at the document that fell on the ground and said, "Come on, bring the document here."
The soldier next to him immediately picked up the document from the ground and handed it over carefully.
Jiang Zheng took the document, put it on the table, picked up one of Kong Zhenghui's broken fingers, and pressed his bloody fingerprints on the document.
In the blink of an eye, Jiang Zheng had finished typing two or three pages, and he didn't forget to order: "Scan the signature parts with the computer and print them one by one! Take the fingers to the other interrogation room and let his men have a good look! Damn it, if anyone doesn't point out Kong Zhenghui, I will chop off his fingers!"
Jiang Zheng looked a little crazy. As he was talking, he suddenly heard a shout from the corridor outside. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned to look in the direction of the door.
Soon, a shout came from outside the door: "Get out!"
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, the door of the interrogation room was pushed open, and Tan Mingchao walked in from outside with a woman, with gloomy faces.
"… "
Tan Mingchao glanced at the situation in the room. Veins popped out on his forehead and his face looked very ugly, but he still suppressed his anger and asked Jiang Zheng, whose face was covered in blood, "What are you doing?"
Jiang Zheng picked up a towel and wiped the blood off his face while saying, "He was caught red-handed selling military supplies! Let's interrogate him first and follow the procedures later."
Tan Mingchao clenched his fists, frowned and said to him: "Come out with me!"
The woman next to her was Wawa. She looked at Kong Zhenghui with astonishment.
At this moment, one soldier was pressing him down, while another soldier was holding his severed finger and continuing to press on the document.
Tan Mingchao's attention was still on Jiang Zheng, but Wawa suddenly jumped up, rushed to the interrogation table, and pushed the two soldiers away with all his strength: "Get out of my way!"
The two soldiers took a step back at the same time, somewhat stunned.
The doll lowered its head and called out in a hurried tone: "Zhenghui, Zhenghui?"
"..." Kong Zhenghui was in a trance, sweating all over from the pain. He looked at the doll weakly and couldn't even utter a word.
At this moment, Wawa didn't think about anything. When she was studying in Longcheng, she played with the founding fathers of Tongji Club all day long, and was very familiar with Su Tianyu, Dabai, Zhenghui, Tonghui and others. In addition, Yu Mingyuan and Kong Zhenghui have been very close in recent years, so Wawa's relationship with them is also very good. To her, Kong Zhenghui is like an older brother.
From childhood to adulthood, Wawa had never been so angry. His body was shaking constantly: "Call a doctor for her!"
The soldier also reacted and shouted at her, "Who are you?"
“Bang!”
Driven by anger, Wawa took a step forward and slapped the soldier hard in the face: "If you mess with him again, I'll let my uncle peel off your skin!"
The soldier also became furious and reached for his gun.
At this moment, Tan Mingchao stepped forward, pointed at the soldier and shouted, "Are you going to rebel? Put your guns down!"
…
Sitting in the back seat of a car that had just driven out of the National Bureau of Statistics, Su Tianyu took out his cell phone and called Tan Mingchao.