After work in the afternoon, Yang Hong came to the detention room and pulled Ye Sansheng out.

After not seeing the sun for a long time and squatting for a long time, Ye Sansheng fell to the ground and his skin was worn out when he supported his hands.

Zhang Hong lifted him off the ground and dragged him away without hesitation.

After entering the office where the second squadron asked in the morning, Zhang Xianjin was already sitting and waiting for him.

"I should have thought it through noon, right?"

Zhang Xianjin also smelled of alcohol. It seemed that they had gone out to drink and had a lot of drinks at noon.

"Think it clearly."

Ye Sansheng said calmly.

Only then did his body slowly adapt and recover, and his face and hands were still itchy, which was the consequence of mosquito biting.

"Then tell me what the investigation team asked you."

"I can't tell you. This is the principle, I've said it." Ye Sansheng looked at the other party and said seriously: "What I have thought clearly is you. There is really no need to be accomplices for the tiger. Some things are not what you imagine..."

"You are also threatening us. You are awesome!" Zhang Xianjin sneered.

"If you don't want toast, do you have to punish you?" Yang Hong shouted: "If you don't give you a big class, you really don't know that the specialized government agencies are vegetarians."

"You are the people's police officers, enforcing the law for the people..."

Yang Hong slapped over with a "slap" and Ye Sansheng was stunned.

He thought it was already the bottom line to put him in the detention room to make things difficult for him, but now he is actually taking action.

They are police officers!

Anger rose in his chest, but his expression was calm, and he silently watched the other party stop talking.

"It seems you haven't figured it out."

Zhang Xianjin stood up, burped, and pulled the door and left.

"You are awesome! You are waiting."

Yang Hong put away the inquiry record, smiled maliciously at Ye Sansheng, and followed him out.

Ye Sansheng's heart was filled with bad premonitions again. The horrible rumors I had heard before strangled him again. Before he had thought about when to do it, the door was opened, and four casual men came in. They stared at Ye Sansheng for a few seconds. Then one of them carefully closed the door and turned on the light. The two of them went over to close the window, put down the thick curtains, and cut off the sunlight and sound outside.

Then slowly come around.

A middle-aged man with a scraper's face erected on his hair, a black casual suit open, and a sweaty sweatshirt inside walked up to Ye Sansheng, pulled him up from the chair, and shouted, "Stand."

"I don't care what you are going to do, but you must know you..."

Ye Sansheng controlled his fear and said in a calm voice.

The scraper interrupted him and said, "No, right? Why are you awesome? I don't wear this dress, I'm as awesome as you."

He showed his authority or proudly pulled his collar open with both hands and shook the torn suit.

Although he didn't know what logic this was, Ye Sansheng still wanted to laugh.

But the next second, he knew it wasn't funny.

The lights in the room suddenly turned off.

A fist hit his stomach firmly, and Ye Sansheng couldn't help but bend down. Then an elbow hit his back, almost knocking him down.

At this moment, Ye Sansheng's head was extremely clear.

The fist is the scraper-faced face in front of him, and the back comes from the man standing on the left, who is 1.9 meters tall.

These four people should be auxiliary police officers.

They should do this kind of "dirty" work often.

But this is an office building!

So, should he call for help?

Is calling for help useful?

Should he resist?

Mr. Su said that when a gangster fights, he knows that he can't beat him, so he immediately lie on the ground and pretends to be dead, so that he can avoid being hurt by the other party even more seriously because of resistance. However, these auxiliary police officers will not stop because he does not resist.

But if he resisted, would they say he attacked the police?

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Ye Sansheng's mind. Finally, either with strong fear or some instinctive reaction. When a few more punches came, he squatted on the ground with his head in his hands and sat down.

Instead of weakening his strength because of his non-resistance, the four auxiliary police officers became more calm and fierce.

They started to use their feet, kick his back, kick his chest, kick his head.

Because Ye Sansheng tried hard to protect his head and chest, they took two steps back, jumped up and stepped on Ye Sansheng from mid-air, shattering his defense.

At that moment, Ye Sansheng thought they wanted to kill him, otherwise they would not care about his vitals.

Have you asked?

Leave the green mountains.

A person's life is only once. If you fail to rescue yourself or suffer internal injuries...

Anyway, the investigation team will forgive him. No one can tolerate such pain and humiliation. Anyway, the investigation team's inquiry content has no great secrets.

But, what will others think of him after being recruited?

He can't be a traitor!

Last time, Wang Hongjiu had already let him take the blame.

Let them fight.

Bear with it any more.

Ye Sansheng gritted his teeth and held back the vicious blows.

He hit a foot under the crotch, and almost jumped up in pain.

Sorry, Cao Hongli.

He felt a smile appear on his face.

Another elbow on his back.

Someone cursed, maybe it was hurt.

If you breathe, you can't stop, and it's easy to fall asleep if you stop.

It hurts so much, is it numb?

persist in.

Bear.

persist in.

I don’t know how long it took, but the four people stopped and someone asked, “Did you faint?”

Then the light is turned on.

The scraper pushed Ye Sansheng, who was sitting on the ground, pinched his face and looked at it, and asked sternly: "Is it a move?"

Ye Sansheng narrowed his eyes and looked at the face in front of him from the lens, silently remembering it in his heart.

He wanted to spit his saliva, but he still controlled himself and did not stimulate the other person.

After waiting for a few seconds, he asked again: "Will it be a move? - no move?"

silence.

The scraper spitted on Ye Sansheng's face, pressed on the ground, stepped on it with his feet, and shouted: "Beat."

This time, the lights were not turned off.

Another violent blow.

It was only a few minutes, but for Ye Sansheng, it was extremely long.

When he almost thought he was going to fall into a coma, they finally stopped.

The four people looked at each other, and someone said, "Ask again?"

The four people followed and closed the door.

Ye Sansheng let out a long breath, breathe, and slowly felt various parts of his body.

The pain is very good. He is most afraid of not being able to feel any part, and that is the most terrifying thing.

My head is still very clear.

Just don't hurt your head.

The door rang, and the two of them walked in, and then Yang Hong exaggerated and proudly shouted: "Why are you so accidentally and you're going to be like this?"

He came over, lifted Ye Sansheng from the ground, and threw it on the chair.
To be continued...