Chapter 213 I thought you were a tough guy
Liu Jianming took a few deep breaths and shook his head, "It wasn't exciting at all. My mind was completely blank at the time, and I pulled the trigger completely subconsciously."
Then, he asked nervously, "Is it in compliance with police regulations if I shoot and kill the criminal in this situation?"
Huang Zhicheng sneered and did not answer. Instead, he put on a white glove, pulled out the pistol from Liu Jianming's waist, and put it in the hands of the Zhongqing Society brother who was still breathing.
After doing all this, he stuffed the .38 into Liu Jianming's hand, looked nonchalant, and said, "Isn't it in compliance with the regulations now?"
"When you go back, your shooting report will state that triad members attacked the police and stole their guns, and you fired in self-defense."
"After you've done all this, you can just wait for a promotion and a raise."
Liu Jianming looked at Huang Zhicheng's back, then looked at the cold body on the ground. He silently put his gun into the holster and turned away.
Interrogation room, West Kowloon Crime Unit, Argyle Street, Kowloon City.
Huang Zhicheng sat opposite him, lighting a cigarette, looking Ding Xiaohai up and down, and asked, "New here? I haven't seen you at Shenghe."
Ding Xiaoxie, who was already confused, was even more confused after hearing this. He said, "Shenghe? What Shenghe? I don't understand what you are talking about at all."
Hearing this, Huang Zhicheng sneered a few times, stretched out his fingers and tapped a few times, saying: "Okay, I hope you will be as brave as this later."
As he spoke, he waved his hand seemingly casually at the camera in the interrogation room. The police officer in charge of watching the surveillance tape immediately pressed a button, and the picture in the interrogation room began to fluctuate, with gray and white garbled characters all over the place.
"Please treat him to judicial milk tea and a massage package."
Seeing that the working light of the surveillance camera was off, Huang Zhicheng immediately stood up and waved to the police officer next to him.
"clear."
After the police officers agreed, they immediately took a cup of milk tea and held a pair of scissors in their hands.
Two police officers stepped forward, held down Ding Xiaoxie's body and head, cut off a few strands of hair, caught them with silk stocking milk tea, stirred them a few times with scissors, opened his mouth, and poured all the milk into his mouth.
Ding Xiaoxie immediately felt his stomach cramp and wanted to vomit it out, but he was held down by the police officers and he couldn't even open his mouth.
In desperation, he could only twist his body wildly, trying to break free from their control in this way.
Huang Zhicheng, who was standing by, saw this and said angrily, "You idiots, you are not smart at all."
"Go get some tape and wrap it around his mouth a few times, and that will solve the problem, right?"
The police officers immediately realized what was going on, picked up the yellow tape, and wrapped it around Ding Xiaoxie's mouth more than ten times before stopping.
Now, no matter how strong Ding Xiaoxie was, he had no way out as his hands were handcuffed.
He could only endure the pain in his abdomen and stare at Huang Zhicheng with hatred in his eyes.
"It seems that this kid is still not convinced. Start massaging him."
Huang Zhicheng sat on a chair, crossed his legs, and spoke leisurely.
At this moment, his face was full of pride, as if he had already seen the scene of Wei Longhao being sent to prison by him personally.
After hearing what their superior said, the police officers brought a book of moderate thickness, on which was written the first volume of "One Hundred Years of Solitude".
They worked together to lay Ding Xiaohai flat. After several people held down his body, they placed the copy of "One Hundred Years of Solitude" on his chest.
Then, a police officer swung a hammer in his hand and smashed it hard at the books.
Just one blow of the hammer made Ding Xiaoxie's face turn red, his eyes bulged out, and his eyeballs were filled with red bloodshot. Due to the pain, his body twisted and struggled wildly, but he was held down tightly by the police officers!
He wanted to shout loudly, but because his mouth was sealed with tape, he could only make a humming sound.
"Go on!" Huang Zhicheng's voice rang out. The police officers naturally did not dare to disobey and immediately brought down the hammer again!
"Wuwuwuwu!"
Ding Xiaoxie shook his head frantically and let out a low roar. Even with his mouth sealed with tape, one could still feel his misery.
The iron hammer on his chest was an external force, and the judicial milk tea in his stomach was an internal cause. At this moment, he was almost driven crazy by the combined power of the two.
Ding Xiaoxie wanted to shout, to vent, but he couldn't even make a sound. Veins were exposed on his sweaty forehead, and his facial features were squeezed together, making him look extremely hideous.
"What are you still standing there for? Keep fighting!"
Hearing this, the police officer did not dare to pause for even a second and struck down with five hammers in a row, each one more powerful than the last!
When he looked down again, Ding Xiaoxie's eyes had turned white and he had fainted.
The police officer quickly asked: "Mr. Huang, the person has fainted, what should we do now?"
Huang Zhicheng curled his lips and said disdainfully: "I thought he was a tough guy, but I didn't expect him to collapse after just two moves. I'm really disappointed."
After a pause, he continued, "Give him an enema and let him excrete all the judicial milk tea, so that he won't die here."
"Understood, Mr. Huang."
After several police officers dragged Ding Xiaohai, who looked like a dead dog, to the shower room, they looked at each other and asked in unison: "Who will take off his pants?"
Seeing this, a fat man with glasses suggested: "How about this, the three of us play rock-paper-scissors, and whoever loses will be responsible for giving him an enema? "
"Okay, that's it."
This proposal was unanimously agreed upon by the remaining two people.
"I'll count to three, and we'll attack at the same time. No one is allowed to cheat."
"If you play tricks on me, your son will have no butthole!"
As he spoke, the fat man began to count down, "Three!"
"two!"
"one!"
I don’t know if it was because he was too nervous, but when he counted to two, the fat policeman with glasses stretched out his palm and pulled out the cloth in advance.
The other two police officers immediately looked at each other, and simultaneously extended two fingers and took out the scissors.
"We won. According to the rules we just set, you are responsible for giving him an enema."
"We agreed that those who cheat will give birth to sons without buttholes. You won't cheat, right?"
The two policemen were afraid that the fat man would cheat, so they started talking to him one after another.
The fat man showed an extremely disappointed expression, sighed, and said, "Well, if you are willing to accept the loss, then I will take the responsibility."
"You all should go out. I would be embarrassed to do it if you just stand by and watch."
The two people, who had been longing for this, heard the fat man's words and immediately got out of the shower room without any hesitation.
The fat man watched the two of them leave the door, and his eyes behind the thick lenses flashed with a strange light.
(End of this chapter)
