No. 6 was speechless for a while. He didn't expect that the opponent had such good skills. Between these two people, the one with glasses is as strong as an ox, and the one with the evil smile on his face has good leg skills. I believe it would be difficult to win against them in a few dozen moves with their fighting skills.
burden..
The guy with the evil smile snatched his pistol and aimed it at his head. No. 6 could only let go of his glasses obediently.
"OK, you win!" Number 6 said.
No. 6 never thought that he would be captured today!
This is definitely the most shameful and darkest day since the founding of Black Mamba. Two people were sent out, not to mention a mistake, and one was killed and the other was captured. It was a total defeat. If word of this got out, the three members of Black Mamba would
He would probably be hit to death with a piece of tofu.
"You are not from the Nuwa Group." No. 6 stared at the long-haired man who slowly tied up his hands with a smile on his face and said.
"Is it important?" The man squeezed hard.
No. 6 couldn't help but frown. This guy's technique of tying people up was very professional, which made him miserable.
"Relax a little!" he said.
"Human?" the man asked, and then tightened his grip a little more.
No. 6 stopped talking.
"Go by yourself, or should we carry you?" Changfa asked again.
No. 6 knew the meaning of this sentence and didn't want to have his legs broken, so he walked by himself and nodded: "Go by yourself."
The glasses didn't say a word from beginning to end, and No. 6 couldn't help but look at him: "Mute?"
Glasses frowned, then walked forward indifferently.
"I thought people don't understand humor..." The long-haired man kicked No. 6 on the bed.
No. 6 staggered a few steps and almost fell.
"Catching me will do you no good. You should know that Black Mamba must take revenge when he has his revenge." No. 6 gritted his teeth.
"My name is Zhou Xing!" the long-haired man said with a smile.
"What?" No. 6 was stunned.
"My name, don't you want to take revenge on me?" the long-haired man said, playing with the pistol slowly.
The man with glasses on the side frowned, seeming dissatisfied, but said nothing.
"Revenge is welcome...provided you can run out." The long-haired man put away the pistol and said calmly.
After walking for a while, No. 6 suddenly stopped: "I need to pee!"
The long-haired man kicked him: "The trick on TV, who are you trying to deceive?"
No. 6 staggered down and rushed down, but what was unexpected was that he suddenly kicked hard halfway down, jumped up, stepped on the fence at the entrance of the stairs, jumped in the air, and jumped down the stairs.
The mouth flew down.
The long-haired man and the glasses looked at each other.
Inadvertently, they chased each other to the stairs and looked down from above.
This fucking thing is on the fifth floor...
No. 6 showed a sly smile in mid-air, suddenly released his hands, took out a rope hook from his backpack and threw it upward in mid-air.
Mo Bei cursed and said! Can it be untied if it is tied like that?
"Crack!" The moment he was about to land, the rope hook hooked on the stairs on the third floor. Under the pull of gravity, his body hit the wall on the second floor. Then he let go of his hands and jumped directly. After rolling on the spot,
He stood up as if nothing happened.
He waved at the long-haired man and the glasses.
"Zhou Xing, right? I'll be back." He ran forward quickly.
"Mobei..." The long-haired man in the glasses looked very unhappy.
The latter shrugged: "He is looking for death."
"Pa!" As soon as he finished speaking, No. 6, who was running on the ground, fell to the ground.
"Sniper?" No. 6 covered his chest and looked around blankly. A group of dark people surrounded him.
Cio! He reached out regretfully to take out the hidden poison from his pocket.
But Hengli kicked him with a foot, and his right hand was immediately disabled.
Then, an unknown ruthless person suddenly hit him with a baseball bat. His head blacked out and he fainted. He was captured alive twice in one day. This was considered strange.
"I've been interrogating him all night, but he still hasn't spoken."
In the early morning, the sun pierced the mist, Zhang Yang sat up with his upper body crossed, and Xu Danlu sat beside the bed.
"Morning!" Zhang Yang exclaimed and stretched out his hand to rub his shoulders. He was really tired last night. After returning to the villa and taking a bath, Yang Jing squeezed his body and he fell asleep.
As for the Black Mamba, who was shot in the chest by Tang Qiqi and later captured alive, he has been given to Agou and the others to torment.
However, the interrogation would be inconclusive, which he had expected a long time ago. He just wanted him to taste the pain of his flesh and blood.
As for No. 8, it has been handed over to the police.
The man bled to death before being sent to the hospital, but his identity was found out. He was of Annan descent and had German federal citizenship.
Interpol confirmed his identity as the Black Mamba. He was suspected of a total of thirteen murders and at least thirty-two people died at his hands. If he were in China, he would be sentenced to death several times.
The man in Zhang Yang's hands seemed to talk a lot, but in fact, nothing could be extracted from his mouth.
But this is just a routine interrogation.
He has people in his hands, and he has plenty of ways to deal with them.
Zhang Yang had breakfast and was going to see Agou adopt a new method to "have a chat" with that guy. Qi Xiaoxiao also came and wanted to go with him. According to her, although the police were not involved in this matter, there were
Right to know.
However, she promised that she would never say anything that shouldn't be said.
Zhang Yang thought for a while and agreed.
In fact, he really wanted to bring the Black Mamba incident to the police. He had experienced the strength of the Black Mamba. When two of them came, they would be in a state of panic. If it weren't for a group fight, they really wouldn't be able to deal with it.
Before departure, his sister-in-law gave him good news. She sneaked into the CIA and obtained the results of the joint operations carried out by the CIA, the NSA, and various countries in Europe.
More than 200 of the more than 400 international middlemen were investigated, and more than 40 of them were confirmed to be related to the killer group.
"However, several large international middlemen were let go intentionally or unintentionally, especially nrd...pkcr...fcc. They were let go after they canceled all international rewards. I suspect that if they had not reached an agreement with CIA
If the agreement is signed, it means it has something to do with the US government or its allies... I also intercepted a letter from Mossad to the CIA, hoping to lift the supervision of the FCC..."
"Brother-in-law, do you want to continue the investigation?" Xu Danying said, "There must be something fishy here."
"Don't move for now. This time has aroused the vigilance of the Americans. With their skills, we can easily be caught." Zhang Yang frowned. Although his sister-in-law's words shocked him, they were not what Cai Bing expected.
She had long concluded that behind those international middlemen there must be backgrounds in secret service organizations from various countries, especially the CIA, Mossad and other well-known spy intelligence organizations.
To put it bluntly, if those international middlemen and killer groups were secretly supported by Western countries themselves, he wouldn't find it strange.
After all, they have been running rampant for so long, but Interpol has nothing to do with them. No one is secretly protecting them, and they don't believe it even if they tell ghosts.
After arriving at Qianshui Street, Agou and the others received permission and began to interrogate again.
Zhang Yang sat in the isolation room next door and watched the interrogation results via video.
Zhang Yang saw the guy with a slightly deep voice on the phone. He was about 1.68 meters tall, with a dark complexion. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He also had a green snake tattoo on his right arm, but the overall outline looked quite elegant, except
That tattoo and the rest of it seemed to have nothing to do with the killer.
Agou explained at the side: "He was shot in the chest, but the bleeding has stopped. We tortured him all night last night, but this guy talked to us in Annan dialect from beginning to end. No matter how we tortured him, it was of no use."
"Let's get started, you are fully responsible for today."
Zhang Yang said to Agou, then hung up the Bluetooth and connected with Tang Qiqi. She used the shadow system at home to monitor the real-time picture.
"I know, boss!" Agou showed a cruel smile and walked to the interrogation room.
He waved, and four men in black walked in pushing some instruments and a row of potions.
Then one of them took an electric shaver and shaved the guy's head until it was bald, and then stripped him down to only his underpants.
Then he was connected to various electrodes.
The guy just sneered and let Agou's men control him.
"What's your name?" Agou asked calmly.
The man muttered something, and beside Zhang Yang, a beautiful female translator simultaneously translated: "Annan dialect, I am your father."
"Inject a dissociated hallucinogenic needle." Agou ordered calmly.
A big man inserted a needle directly into the blood vessel of the guy's neck.
The man screamed, and Qi Xiaoxiao frowned: "Extorting a confession through torture, isn't this..."
Zhang Yang regretted bringing Qi Xiaoxiao here, forgetting that she was a policeman, but she quickly adapted to her identity and coughed: "Well...I...I didn't see anything."
After a few minutes, the black mamba's head became dizzy.
"Are you the Black Mamba Killer?" Agou asked.
The other party shook his head hard.
"no…"
"You are, and you are Killer No. 7, right?"
"Hey, how do you know?" The man had a silly smile on his face.
Tang Qiqi told Zhang Yang: "He lied!"
"You are number four..." "You are number 11?"
Five minutes later, the identity was confirmed, Black Mamba No. 6!
Zhang Yang's phone rang, and after it was connected, Xu Danlu said: "There was an international call to the company, saying that they were looking for you. I answered it, and it was Black Mamba."
Zhang Yang smiled in surprise: "At least there is one thing they don't know about me. They don't know my phone number."
The other party spoke in English with a British accent: "Mr. Zhang, I think we can talk."
"What's there to talk about?" Zhang Yang said calmly.
"No. 8 is dead, and there is another one in your hands."
"You mean No. 6? He will die soon." Zhang Yang said with a smile.
The other party was silent for a while, obviously surprised that Zhang Yang knew the identity of No. 6: "I admit that we were too reckless to take on this task. In fact, our committee of three also had a dispute. I was the one who objected, but money
Blinded our eyes."
The other party's voice was gentle and gentle, and he was a complete gentleman. If the facts weren't in front of him, it would be difficult for Zhang Yang to imagine that guy as the leader of the most notorious killer group in the world.
"So...what do you want to do?" Zhang Yang asked. (To be continued.)