At around two o'clock in the afternoon, Su Tianyu, Lao Hei and Hou Guoyu, returned to Longcheng urgently.
…
In Manchester, in an interrogation room on the second floor of a detached building.
Old Yang, who came from a humble background, did not enjoy any special treatment. He was stripped naked, his arms hung on iron chains on the ceiling, his whole body was half-floating, with only his toes slightly touching the ground.
Four European men, wearing shirts and rolled up sleeves, stood next to Lao Yang, holding various torture instruments in their hands.
Old Yang was almost tortured half to death. He was given drugs and physically abused. Even the two balls in the middle of his crotch were clamped with electric shock pads.
Blood flowed down his cheeks and Lao Yang's whole body was convulsing in pain.
Zhang Baofeng sat on the chair and looked at him: "What's the matter? Why don't you tell me? What kind of relationship do you have with Lu Feng? Is this necessary?!"
Old Yang lowered his head and did not respond.
Zhang Baofeng walked up to Lao Yang, put his hands behind his back, and asked with a gloomy face, "You and Lu Feng are related by blood, why do you want to take the blame for him even if you die?"
Old Yang slowly raised his head, the scar on his forehead was still bleeding.
Zhang Baofeng stared at him and said, "I've told you everything. As long as you explain, there will be no problem. Your Changqing branch will also receive a sum of money and will be managed by a unified department in the future. Are you not satisfied with this price? Then what do you want? Just tell me!"
Old Yang looked at him and asked, "I... I confessed... What do you have to judge Lu Feng?"
Zhang Baofeng was stunned when he heard this.
"I will be fine?! You want to prove that Lu Feng is engaged in espionage activities in other areas. Then who is he spying on? I am one of the main culprits... If you don't sue me first, how can you sue Lu Feng? Do you think I'm stupid?" Lao Yang spat out a mouthful of blood: "Don't waste your energy, I won't say anything!"
Zhang Baofeng gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand to pinch Lao Yang's neck: "So you want to die!"
"Look at my mouth shape!" Lao Yang raised his head while panting and cursed in a very clear voice: "Fuck you! Do you understand?"
Zhang Baofeng's face turned red.
"Do you know what it means to be a child of Jianghu?! Do you know what morality is?! Do you think I will agree to recruit anyone who talks to me? Lu Feng is my friend, do you understand?" Old Yang looked at Zhang Baofeng: "Regardless of my status, I am also the leader of a group, and I have thousands of Chinese workers under my command! I don't believe you dare to kill me!!"
"Haha!" Zhang Baofeng pinched Lao Yang's neck hard: "You are so stubborn!!"
"No... no way!" Old Yang's face turned red from being pinched, and he replied in a hoarse voice: "If I didn't have a good set of teeth, would I be able to build such a big industry in Manchester City?!"
“Bang, bang, bang…!”
Zhang Baofeng punched Lao Yang in the mouth several times.
Walnut-sized blood spots flew everywhere, densely landing on the ground. Old Yang's body was hung up, dangling back and forth, and he fainted.
Zhang Baofeng shook the blood off his hands and said in a hoarse voice, "Keep giving him medicine, use the counterintelligence interrogation equipment, and find a technician to get a confession out of him!"
"Yes!" the person next to him replied.
…
Five minutes later.
Zhang Baofeng left the interrogation room, picked up the phone and dialed the number of his superior.
In the office of the director of the Fifth Division of the Central Bureau in Washington, a middle-aged man of Chinese and American descent reached out and picked up the phone: "Hello, Xiao Zhang!"
"Director Gwen, I've encountered some resistance here. Old Yang from the Changqing branch is much more stubborn than we thought. He refuses to explain the fact that he engaged in espionage activities with Lufeng." Zhang Baofeng frowned and said, "I'm going to use medicine."
"The video recording of his confession needs to be processed, preferably synthesized, so that the prosecutors cannot find out that he confessed his crimes while taking drugs." Gwen crossed his legs and said softly, "Because the hospital does not approve of this interrogation method, it will be very troublesome to operate."
"Yes, I understand!"
"How did the talks with Wu Boxin go?" Gwen asked.
"The talks are almost over. This old fox compromised after his son showed up."
"OK, I will go to Manchester City after the meeting in the next two days. I will leave it to you."
"Yes, sir!"
"that's all!"
The two ended the call, and Gwen stood up in her neat military uniform and walked towards the mirror.
Gwen, whose real name is Chen Zhenhua, is 36 years old this year. His father is a senior officer of the Chinese Legion, and his mother is a native of District 1.
Chen Zhenhua is of mixed race, and both his parents are very handsome. So although he has a middle-aged face, he still looks very charming. And because of his family connections, he has been promoted repeatedly in the military intelligence department.
Don't underestimate the position of the director of the Central Bureau! First of all, it is difficult for ordinary Chinese to be appointed here, because the Central Bureau is the military intelligence core of the entire District 1, and its administrative level crushes the Qingyi Bureau and other units, so here they pay attention to "bloodline purity".
If Chen Zhenhua was not mixed-race, it would be difficult for him to climb to this position.
Moreover, the subordinate units of the Central Bureau are all department-level departments. It is actually very difficult for a man in his thirties to become the top leader in such a place. First of all, he must have outstanding connections and abilities.
Chen Zhenhua has a rather peculiar personality. He doesn't like outsiders calling him by his Chinese name, and people at work call him Gwen. In order to cover up his black hair, he goes to the barber shop to dye it every day. In short, he is always thinking about how to cut off ties with the Chinese Legion and draw a clear line between himself and the group.
It is precisely because of this that he can ascend all the way!
After the phone call, Chen Zhenhua left the unit and went to the headquarters for a meeting.
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Dragon City.
The Operations Department of the National Bureau of Investigation and Statistics brought out four men from the special prison, two white men and two Chinese men.
The car sped all the way back to the headquarters of the National Bureau of Investigation and Statistics.
A little after four in the afternoon.
A white man was escorted to the interrogation room and looked up at the black man.
"Let him sit." Lao Hei gave a light order.
Two officers from the Operations Department came forward and forced the white man to sit down.
"I remember you can understand Chinese, right?" asked Lao Hei.
The white man hesitated and nodded slowly.
"I don't have any other requests, I just want you to call your hometown." Lao Hei stood up and stepped forward with the phone: "Tell your superiors directly. If they mess around and ignore the legal provisions and insist on detaining our deputy director, then things will be troublesome."
The white man looked up at him and said nothing.
Lao Hei bent down and said, "Longcheng is different from other places. We have the final say in the judicial process here. If District 2 insists on detaining our deputy director, you will be executed. But the reason announced to the public is that you disobeyed the prison management and chose to commit suicide! Do you understand?"
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Longcheng, home.
An Qiqi came down in camouflage sportswear, held out a document, and handed it to his father: "Dad, take a look at this!"