The sun has set, and it has been four hours since Huo Xi Gonzalez was caught here. All his fingers, toes and some other bits and pieces were neatly placed on his chest, in Xu Chuan's hands
My notebook is almost full.
Of course, some of the content here is repeated. I just asked the same questions in other ways to confirm whether he was telling the truth.
"Boss, he may not be able to survive." Curtis rolled the eyelids of Gonzalez, who had fainted, and shook his head at Xu Chuan.
"That's about it." A few doses of epinephrine were scattered on the ground, specially prepared in case he died suddenly during the interrogation.
Patting his notebook, he found that it contained not only the situation about the kidnapping case of Pingta Ramos, but more about the Lamanda Brotherhood and other gangs and drug lords. Of course, he didn't know much, but they were all very interesting.
Good reference.
"Put the other things aside for now. Let's deal with Pingta's matter first." The two men carried Gonzalez, who was not quite dead, out the door and threw him into the pit behind the house.
Arrange the plastic film on the floor, roll up the parts that were removed from Gonzalez's body, and spray all corners of the house with bleach.
Throw these things and the clothes he changed into an iron bucket, pour gasoline and set them on fire. Then he took out the M1911 he got during the robbery and fired at Gonzalez, who was still breathing in the pit.
It took three shots to bury the body and other burned items in the pit.
"It's almost done." Xu Chuan sat in the car and frowned, wondering if there was anything missing. He looked sideways at Curtis who was driving, "It's the first time I've done this. I'm not very skilled, so I can only handle it according to the procedures.
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"It's very thorough." Curtis muttered secretly in his heart. This person definitely has a psychological problem. Very few people can torture and extract a confession from beginning to end in the first time. Anyone who can do it is abnormal.
Xu Chuan flipped through his notebook and found that these kidnappers were all controlled by a person named "Voice". This person was very careful and only contacted them by phone.
Everyone is only responsible for their own part of the work. Gonzalez kidnapped the target and handed it over to the supervisor. As for what happened to him after that, Xu Chuan believed that what he said was true, because as a man, even if he knew that he would die in the end
Nor will he ignore his little brother being cut off.
"Naza, a carnival dance hall, nicknamed the Butcher, has a birthmark on his face." Xu Chuan called Rayburn. He was a local gangster here. He should have an impression of such a famous person.
"Yes, he was watching the scene there and had connections with several gangs nearby." Rayburn confirmed the information.
"Let's go over and see if we can dig out anything else." He hung up the phone and said to Curtis who was driving the car.
The car drove back to the city. Curtis drove the car, turning left and right, and stopped in a still lively neighborhood. There were a large number of idle young people gathered around. Many people wearing miniskirts stood on both sides of the street.
Girls with white stockings, this kind of dress shows that they are full-time workers, but more of them are part-time workers wearing various revealing clothes.
Their main customers are Americans across the border. It is obvious that this is a legal red light district. Police cars are parked outside the street to maintain order. Mexico has a huge trade deficit with the United States, but the Mexican girls here earn a lot of money.
Forex, this has to be said to be an extremely ironic thing.
"Actually, the security situation here is much better than other places in Mexico." Curtis said a familiar hello to a bomb-shaped woman on the street, who seemed to be a regular visitor here, from a roadside grocery store.
The clerk gave the two men a suggestive look, indicating that she could also provide similar services.
I despised the aesthetics of this black brother, but I agreed with what he said. This is a tourist city, and gangsters also want to do business, so it is their consensus to try not to attack tourists. After all, the rich are God, so gangsters fight against their enemies.
Corpses hanging on overpasses don't happen very often here.
Well, it’s just infrequent. There are no tall buildings on both sides of this street. They are all two- or three-story buildings and bungalows. They are full of the bright and gorgeous colors that Mexicans like. Under the light here
It has a strong visual impact.
They stopped at the door of a busy nightclub. The door was closed and the number of people was restricted. Of course, it was more likely to be hunger marketing. There was a long queue at the door. Some young people who could not afford the entrance fee stood outside and went crazy with the music inside.
twisting his body.
"Oh no, this flexibility is amazing." Xu Chuan couldn't help but exclaimed as he watched a woman twisting like a snake and performing difficult movements from time to time.
"Boss, this one is too thin." Curtis didn't understand Xu Chuan's aesthetics. He only got a look of contempt and action from the other party, "You know nothing." In fact, he didn't understand these Westerners either.
People's aesthetics don't care about looks but only explosive figures. He prefers those with slim waists, long legs, and delicate looks.
Xu Chuan stopped this topic. After all, they came here for business. Looking at the big four letters RAVE on the door of the nightclub, they knew that this was the target. Without saying anything else, the two of them walked around twice and found the back door.
There is an armed guard. Although they have N ways to get rid of him, they don't know the situation of the back door. It would be embarrassing if they get the person but the door cannot be opened.
There was no other place to enter, and the windows were all sealed. The two of them could only squeeze through the crowd and come to the gate. Standing in the hollow iron gate was a strong and stocky local man, looking at the left side of his face.
Xu Chuan laughed out loud.
Xu Chuan glanced at Curtis. The black man took out a roll of U.S. dollars from his pocket and said, "Hey, brother, my boss wants to come in and have some fun."
This spectator was one of the members of the kidnapping group. He was responsible for guarding the kidnapped meat tickets. He was nicknamed the Butcher. He looked at Xu Chuan who was standing in front of the door, looking harmless. "Korean? Japanese?"
?" It seems that he is a child from a wealthy family who sneaked out to play with his bodyguards. People in the entertainment industry like to take advantage of him like this.
Listening to his pronunciation of Korea and Japan, Xu Chuan smiled and said, "Yes, footbath." Curtis stuffed a large 100-yuan US dollar bill through the gap in the iron door. He didn't feel distressed at all.
This was found from the home of Gonzalez, who was already dead.
The butcher smiled happily and unlocked the door. It was rare for a Kaizi to be so generous. He let the two people in enthusiastically, thinking that someone would give them some spices in their drinks later. How much money was not his own.