Fu Sancheng looked up and down at Ye Tianming: "Did they promise you good things and let you lynch me? I tell you not to be fooled, they are framed."
Ye Tianming said: "Do you know? There are two kinds of people I, Ye Tianming, hate the most in my life. One is a rapist, and the other is a traitor. You fuckingly sold the stolen cultural relics to the Japanese.
, this is no different from selling the country."
"Ha! It's ridiculous. Those two cultural relics were passed down by my family. I will sell them to whoever I want. Do you have any control over them?"
Ye Tianming didn't even look back, and quickly leaned back with his right hand. The gun on the waist of the captain of the special police team appeared in his hand, pointing at Fu Sancheng's left leg.
"Bang!"
"Ah!" Fu Sancheng screamed, fell to the ground on the bed, and rolled and wailed in his bloody left leg.
It was too sudden. The captain of the special police team had not yet discovered that the gun on his waist had been lost. The middle-aged man and Ning Haiqing did not expect that Ye Tianming would actually shoot.
The captain of the special police team looked at the gun in Ye Tianming's hand so familiar. He reached out and touched his hand and changed his face. Just as he was about to grab it back, the middle-aged man grabbed him and shook his head slightly.
Ye Tianming squatted down and pointed a gun at Fu Sancheng's right leg: "Is it still not to say it."
"Murdered! You guys are disregarding people,,,,,,"
"Bang!"
"ah,,,,"
Fu Sancheng screamed again, causing the muscles on his face to twitch and sweat kept dripping.
Ye Tianming pointed the gun on Fu Sancheng's left shoulder: "Say!" Fu Sancheng just opened his mouth and wanted to speak.
"Bang!"
"ah,,,,,"
Ye Tianming pointed the gun on Fu Sancheng's right shoulder: "Say!"
"Bang!"
He didn't give Fu Sanzheng a chance to react twice in a row, and then he pushed the gun on Fu Sanzheng's head.
"I said!"
Fu Sancheng called out before Ye Tianming spoke this time. He had already seen that this madman was not here to interrogate, but to kill him. If he didn't say it, the last shot would explode.
His head.
Ye Tianming stood up and said, "If you don't want to eat toast, you don't want to think about it. Can you swallow these things? And now the Japanese look for you again, and if they can't catch you, they will kill you. Our country
The same is true. If you don’t say it, we won’t let you fall into the hands of the Japanese. We will definitely execute you secretly. When you die, what the fuck is it for you to keep the map."
Ye Tianming's words made Fu Sancheng finally realize his fear. He always thought that as long as he didn't say it, no one could do anything to him. But now it seems that not only the Japanese want to arrest him, but even the country will not let him go.
At that time, it is no longer a question of whether to say or not, but a question of how to save your life.
Ye Tianming knew what he was thinking: "As long as you say it and wait for the country to find these cultural relics, you will not only be guilty but also be rewarded. The country will definitely give you a generous bonus, which will be enough for you to be free for the rest of your life."
Fu Sancheng lay on the ground covered in blood, his head dizzy and said with a pale face: "You won't lie to me, are you?"
The middle-aged man said: "As long as you hand over the map, these are not problems."
Fu Sancheng knew that he was just lying to him, and he had to hand over the map in order to save his life: "There is a huge rock at the head of my village, and the map is buried beside the huge rock."