Hoch Gonzalez is a bailiff affiliated with the Ministry of Justice, the owner of C5T-K89, and a member of the Lamanda Brotherhood. He usually does some part-time work with criminal groups. The salary of the police is not much, but it is a gray income.
The considerable sum, coupled with the part-time commission, has allowed him to buy a house in a relatively affluent neighborhood.
At one o'clock in the afternoon, as soon as he got up from bed, he heard the doorbell ringing. Gonzalez, who was washing in the bathroom, asked loudly in Spanish, "Who is it?"
A young voice came from outside the door, "Check the water meter."
"What?" Gonzalez, who didn't hear clearly, wiped the water on his face and asked again.
"Open the door and check the water meter." The voice fell, and the door was kicked by this person.
"What the fuck? (How to say it in Spanish)", everyone in this community knows his background, and no one in the property management company here has ever dared to talk to him like this.
He walked to the door angrily, preparing to make him look good no matter who was outside the door. He opened the door and said, "Bi..." Before he could finish the word, he was stabbed in the neck with a high-power electric baton.
superior.
A huge voltage ran through his body, and all the muscles in his body contracted instantly. After convulsing for a few seconds, the whole person fell to the ground in an extremely weird posture.
Of course, the two people standing outside the door were Xu Chuan and Curtis. "This thing is quite easy to use." Xu Chuan pressed the switch twice more.
He squatted down and stabbed Gonzalez twice with the electric baton. It's hard to tell whether he was doing it out of caution or out of fun.
Curtis closed the door and pulled Gonzalez, who was still twitching slightly on the ground, to the living room, tied him with tape, and then rolled him up with the carpet in the living room.
Xu Chuan put on gloves and rummaged around the house, only finding a small amount of cash and two mobile phones, but no other valuable information.
Pull out the items from the cabinet and make it look like a burglary
I covered my face and carried the person out. Although there was no surveillance nearby, it was still safer.
The two men were wearing dark blue work clothes and carrying the carpet as if they were workers who came to perform cleaning services, which did not arouse any suspicion.
Throw the rug in the back of the pickup truck and drive away.
The destination is a farm, surrounded by endless plains, and any movement can be detected immediately.
This place has been abandoned for many years and is considered inaccessible. According to Rayburn, even gangsters will not come here. It is definitely an ideal place for leisure vacation, killing and smuggling.
Xu Chuan was scrolling through the cell phone he found while waiting for Gonzalez to wake up. He had been stripped of his clothes and fixed on a sloping wooden bed.
The dark environment and the row of rusty farm tools and other metal tools hanging on the wall in this room are definitely a good place to shoot a horror movie.
The two of them had just dug a pit half a meter wide and one and a half meters deep at the back. Time was a little tight, so they didn't go looking for concentrated sulfuric acid, hydrogen peroxide, or anything like that. They just made do with it.
After almost half an hour, Gonzalez woke up from his coma, "Your physical fitness is not good!" A voice came, and he slowly opened his eyes. Before he could fully react, he just
I remember I had a dream just now, and it seemed like I dreamed about the stripper yesterday.
Curtis poured a basin of cold water on his head. Only then did Gonzalez react and struggled on the wooden frame, but to no avail.
Looking at the two men in front of me with their faces uncovered, I realized that I might not be able to leave today.
"Do you know who I am?" Gonzalez said a favorite saying of young gangsters.
"Another idiot who doesn't know who he is." Xu Chuan shook his head. Curtis, who was standing aside, shrugged, covered his face with a towel, and then asked Gonzalez through the towel.
Si's nose and mouth began to fill with water.
At the beginning, the black policeman tried to hold his breath, but this had no effect at all. Water began to fill his nasal cavity, and he began to choke on water, and he had a strong feeling of drowning soon, but
In fact, because his head was downward, water would not enter his lungs at all.
This is the water torture that the CIA likes to use most. As long as the time is enough, basically no one can withstand it. And sometimes, in order to prevent the prisoner from suffering brain damage or coma, the water used is saline, but that is not the case here in Xuchuan.
Needing to be so particular, Xu Chuan looked at the watch and asked Curtis to stop filling the water after 20 seconds, and opened the towel to let him take a few breaths of air.
After 5 seconds, continue the previous process. This time it will be 40 seconds. Don't let the prisoner master your rules. 5 minutes later, after experiencing several drowning experiences, Gonzalez, who has not received anti-torture training,
Si has basically collapsed.
During a pause, he coughed and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Who the hell are you?", before Curtis put the towel over his face again, he finally said what he had just wanted to say.
If you say, "NO, NO, what do you want, just tell me?"
Xu Chuan looked down at him and said with a smile, "I don't know what I want. How about you think about it yourself." Gonzalez had an incomprehensible expression on his face. He didn't say anything and was covered again.
He held his face and continued to pour water.
After two more rounds, Curtis really stopped. Xu Chuan took out a notepad and asked, "What do you want to explain?" He shook the notebook in his hand, "Did you see it? I
The more you write down, the quicker you will die. If there are too many blank spaces at the end, I will cut you into as many pieces as you can."
"Also, if I'm still not satisfied with your answer in the end, I'll go find them." Xu Chuan took out a photo from his book and put it in front of Gonzalez's eyes. This was found at his home.
, this is a family photo, it should be his parents and sisters.
Gonzalez kept coughing. Looking at the smiling face of the Oriental, his whole body felt cold. He could tell that the Oriental was not joking. He must not let this madman go to them, "Sir, I
Wrong, could you please give me some hints?"
Xu Chuan put away his smile, which made Gonzales frightened. "Okay, of course." The smile reappeared on Xu Chuan's face, and Gonzales continued with a surprised expression, "But it's necessary.
cost."
Curtis picked up a pair of scissors hanging on the wall, smiled at him with all his white teeth, and with Gonzalez's horrified expression, cut off his little finger. A very important principle, absolutely
Don't make the person you're interrogating feel like you can bargain.
Amidst the ear-piercing screams, Xu Chuan used the soldering iron that had been prepared on the side to stop the bleeding, and placed the cut fingers on his chest, "Now you can talk about the Ramanda Brotherhood, but
You have to remember, if you need me to ask questions again, it will be doubled next time."