Long Zhan tightened the flesh screw for half a minute, and finally inserted the iron pipe that was only half-inserted, and inserted it all the way through the thigh.
The bearded man screamed for half a minute, and the sweat on his face dripped like peas to the ground.
"Do you remember now?"
Long Zhan let go of Beard, who was so weak from pain that he couldn't even move while lying on the ground. He thought that Beard would give in, so he told him honestly that he knew.
Unexpectedly, the bearded man did not cooperate and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Kill me if you can. If you want me to tell you the news, you're dreaming!"
"Want to stimulate me? Then die happily? This kind of stimulation is too childish."
Long Zhan didn't care about the beard at all. He opened the tool bag he just took out from the trunk and took out pliers, screwdrivers, etc. from it.
While taking it, he said calmly: "I like to play with people with strong bones, so that I can play longer.
Don't worry, I specially brought two doses of morphine, which can keep you going for a while if necessary and won't make you die so easily.
None of my best methods have been used, such as using pliers to pull out nails, slicing genitals alive into pieces, digging out eyeballs and roasting them, inserting a screwdriver into my head along my nostrils and stirring..."
Long Zhan smiled and spoke one by one. His beard felt like mountains pressing on his head, making him tremble uncontrollably.
A strong urge to urinate emerged from the bladder, eager to release the bloated emotions.
Until Long Zhan took out all the tools, picked up a utility knife and walked slowly towards him, staring at his lower body.
The beard could no longer be stretched and completely collapsed.
Miserably, he begged for mercy: "No, please don't torture me. Let me die happily. I can tell you everything you want to know."
"It would be great to be like this earlier, why bother pretending to be a tough guy."
Long Zhan retracted the blade of the utility knife, placed the photo about 20 centimeters away from the bearded man, and asked: "Where did you take this girl? Why isn't she in that house?"
Bearded has completely lost his temper and just wants to stop suffering inhuman torture before his death.
She trembled and explained: "We will not keep the virgins for business or sell them to the red light district, but we will use them to sell them to high-end customers.
The girl in the photo is a "touch girl" and is very beautiful. She can be sold for a very high price, and many customers are rushing to get it."
Hearing Beard's answer, Long Zhan was both happy and angry.
Fortunately, Sophia's self-discipline and self-discipline. In highly open countries like Europe and the United States, maintaining her status as a "touch girl" prevented him from being injected with drugs and suffering inhuman torture like girls like Amanda.
What makes her angry is that Sophia was treated as a high-end product and was sold around by human traffickers. Now she has gone to unknown places, and it has become more difficult to find her.
"Bang~"
Long Zhan slapped Lu Hu angrily and almost shouted, "Did you sell her? Where did you sell her? Tell me quickly."
"I don't know, I don't know...ah——"
Just as he was halfway through what he was saying, he was abruptly interrupted by a sharp pain in his leg.
He used a utility knife to make a cut on the bearded leg, leaving a bloody gash one centimeter deep. He asked again with a black face: "Tell me where it is, my patience is limited, I will only give you three seconds."
"
Before Long Zhan could count down, Los Angeles, unable to hold on any longer, answered loudly.
"Saint Caliph, she is in St. Caliph."
"Is Saint Galli a name of a person or a place?" Long Zhan asked.
"It's a man, Patrice St. Galli." The bearded man replied.
"Where can I find him?" Long Zhan asked.
"I don't know, I really don't know. This is something that I can't control. Please believe me. I really don't know." The bearded man begged pitifully.
Long Zhan could see that Luo Xiu really didn't know, so he didn't continue to ask useless questions.
He slid out the utility blade with his thumb, swung it across the knife at a very fast speed, then dropped the utility knife and walked away.
As he walked away, he muttered to himself: "All traffickers deserve to die, and you are no exception."
"Cough cough cough..."
The bearded man felt a chill down his neck. He wanted to speak but found that nothing could come out. He only felt something hot being forced down his throat.
When Long Zhan's back disappeared into the basement, the blood just opened the bearded neck, changing from flowing to sizzling and spurting out.
…
Long Zhan left the basement and took the car back to the city. On the way, he made an international call and then went straight to the home of Vivek Kondelao of the Internal Security Bureau.
Dragon War has no idea who Patrice Saint-Gali is.
It would be too difficult to find him in the huge international metropolis of Paris on your own, and it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.
I called Black Fox to no avail.
A mere person who has something to do with a human trafficker is not worthy of the FBI and CIA of the Sugar World Police to provide him with special cross-border investigations.
Although Black Fox failed to directly help Long Zhan, it provided him with a good idea.
That is to go to the "FBI" in Paris.
As France's top law enforcement agency, the Internal Security Service must have conducted in-depth and detailed investigations into various gangs, large and small.
Even if no one can find out the specific details, there must be general files.
It is unrealistic to break into the Internal Security Bureau directly. Although Long Zhan's personal combat ability is at the ceiling of human beings, he is not Superman in Marvel.
Therefore, Black Fox gave a good suggestion, which was to go to the Deputy Minister of Intelligence, Vivek Kondelao.
and gave Condelao his home address.
As the deputy minister of the Internal Security Bureau responsible for intelligence, he definitely has high enough authority to access almost all intelligence files in the country.
As long as Long Zhan can control Condelao, it is certain that he will get the information.
As a wanted person, it was naturally impossible for Long Zhan to directly kidnap Condelao's family. This would alert the police and the Internal Security Bureau, which would only cause more trouble.
After thinking for a while, Long Zhan came up with a good idea.
I specially picked a time when Condelao was about to get home from get off work but hadn't arrived yet, so I got stuck and arrived outside Condelao's house.
The person who rang the doorbell was a young woman, probably in her thirties.
Based on the information Black Fox revealed to Long Zhan, Long Zhan guessed that this woman should be Kong Delao's wife, so he revealed his purpose.
He claimed that he was a friend of Vivek Condreau and came to Paris to visit him on his business trip.
The most important thing is that Long Zhan also brought a "certificate" and held Condelao's personal business card in his hand. Condela's personal business card is never easily distributed, and issuing it is equivalent to a sign of approval.