The Infernal Affairs of Hong Kong

Chapter 212 What's Wrong With You (Please Subscribe)
Zhou Yu is the actual commander of this case.

The job of interrogation is his duty, and no one can replace him.

For another person, whether it is Huang Zhicheng or Lao Ye, they are not at ease.

In Gandhi's interrogation, the point was to be fast.

On the other side of the one-way mirror.

Zhou Yu and Gandhi sat opposite each other, and Ma Guoying was in charge of recording.

Gandhi was wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and white silk had appeared on his forehead with his big back. This group of people was not young.

The skin on his face looked fine, after all, he was used to being pampered, and he didn't need to be exposed to the wind and sun.

In addition to not having the delicate skin of young people, it is not too much to say that it is shiny.

But you have to pay it back sooner or later.

I have lived in Tsim Sha Tsui all my life, and when I am old, I can't avoid this knife.

Prisoner.

This is his newest identity.

"Gandhi, for you, West Kowloon can be regarded as a mobilization at night. Even the goods found in your house have to be tested overtime by the forensic team. I called them back from bed."

Zhou Yu casually made a joke and changed the topic.

It's just a joke that Gandhi couldn't laugh at.

"So, I have to thank you." Gandhi frowned and snorted coldly, in a very aggressive tone.

"You have been around for so long, and you have seen eight hundred young and Dangerous boys who went in. You don't naively think that you can live a lifetime of peace and joy, do you?" Zhou Yu chuckled, and was suddenly caught, resisting The emotion is still great.

"Yeah, can't you do it? That's all right, Young Boy, I'll wait for the lawyer to come. Before the lawyer comes, I won't say anything. You don't have to put on an act with me here."

Gandhi raised his hand impatiently, too lazy to talk nonsense with him.

"Lawyer? The lawyer's name is Jiang Baiqi, right?" Zhou Yu laughed.

"How do you know?" Gandhi stared at him blankly, which made him a little curious.

"The four major names in the legal world, the nigger's lawyer, after two visits, the nigger died. I don't know how many times you can last?" Zhou Yu's expression was quite playful.

Gandhi understood that this sounded like a joke, but it was actually about the killing of niggers.

His expression was gloomy, black and white for a while, forget about it!

At that time, the nigger was freed from the drug trafficking case, so he really cared about this lawyer. After carefully understanding his operation in the nigger case, he took the initiative to leave a phone call, and he might use it at any time.

Be prepared, just subconsciously let the police officer on duty call him.

As for the high legal fees, money is not money when this kind of need is used.

"I want to change my lawyer!" Gandhi did not hesitate. At that time, Jiang Baiqi was Ni Yongxiao's line, and he knew very well how the black ghost died.

"Okay, don't talk about changing lawyers, you can find a team of lawyers if you have money. But Gandhi, it hasn't been long since the nigger was killed. You should be very clear about some things. Do you think changing lawyers will be useful?"

Zhou Yu's state of mind was very peaceful, and his tone was very calm. He just explained another fact to Gandhi.

And just looked at him so quietly.

No pressure.

But Gandhi had a sense of urgency about life and death, and his face was gloomy.

"What do you mean?"

"Niggers can die, do you think you can't die?" Zhou Yu took out a cigarette and lit it.

Looking at Gandhi, who was lost in thought, he threw a cigarette in the past: "Come on, smoke one, think slowly, I'm not in a hurry."

Gandhi is in a hurry.
He held his breath and lit a cigarette, took a big, long breath, and the smoke was lingering.

"I can say, what can you give me?" He figured it out, even if he denied it, Ni Yongxiao would not let him go, so why not exchange for something worthwhile.

"I can protect your life." Zhou Yu said lightly.

Gandhi sneered, as if looking at an idiot. He leaned back on the chair with an extremely arrogant attitude: "No way, Sir, you want me to tell you just such a small condition? I have a big secret in my hand, and I'm not afraid to tell you, I You have evidence that someone in your police station was a black policeman!"

Gandhi is quite confident. Would the police be interested in throwing this out?
Impossible, this is also the most valuable thing in his hand, he is not afraid that the policeman on the opposite side will not take the bait, black policeman, this matter is much more important than cracking down on a drug factory.

Outside the one-way mirror.

Ye sir and Huang Zhicheng's hearts instantly lifted.

to the point!

This is also the purpose of eagerly interrogating Gandhi. Otherwise, a Gandhi who has been uprooted, to be honest, is of no value, nothing more than the length of time for confession.

They looked at the expressionless Zhou Yu in the glass, and they were a little bit eager to make conditions for him, black policeman.

According to their prior thinking, the next step is to raise conditions, agree to Gandhi's conditions, and help him negotiate with the Department of Justice to commute his sentence.

As long as he is willing to confess the list and provide conclusive evidence, the commutation of sentence can be arranged immediately.

However, Zhou Yu refused!
Why can a drug lord reduce his sentence.

It doesn't matter if there is no death penalty, that is a legal issue.

Why can a big drug lord who has been dealing in drugs in Tsim Sha Tsui for so many years and killed so many families have his sentence reduced.

How sad for those families who were hurt.

Doesn't it mean that as long as you have enough criminal evidence of others, you don't have to go to jail?

Absolutely not.

Zhou Yu is not a whimsical person, of course he knows that Xiangjiang has this strategy.

What's more, he also took the initiative to mention it when he was a nigger. As long as the nigger is willing to speak, he will help the nigger to greet the Department of Justice and apply for a commutation of sentence.

But the situation is different.

Time changes and the world changes, and one code returns to one code.

The nigger doesn't believe in evil, and he dragged it to the end, before he could say that he died.

Lesson learned, he Gandhi is not afraid of death?

Zhou Yu didn't believe it.

"Gandhi, isn't it just the news of two or three black policemen? Do you think I don't know? Is there a surname Ye?" Zhou Yu's expression was a little disdainful.

Gandhi was taken aback.

How did the policeman across the street know?
"Ye what? Don't try to trick me, you don't know, or you wouldn't just mention your last name, even if you guess, you definitely have no evidence, am I right?" Gandhi laughed and stroked One stroke, he stroked out the facts.

Zhou Yu nodded sincerely: "I really don't have any evidence for him, but you and I know very well that he is."

"You don't, I have, I have enough evidence, I'm nothing else, I have a good memory, I can recite what I say every time I call, and I keep the dividend book outside, as long as you can get it If I am satisfied with the conditions, I can give it to you."

Gandhi nodded his head very proudly, took a puff of cigarette beautifully, and picked it up.

"Yeah, I just think you have something I want to know, so didn't I say it. I will protect your life. What's wrong with you, don't you understand?"

Zhou Yu looked at him with strange eyes.

Gandhi was taken aback.

Huang Zhicheng was astonished.

Lao Ye was stunned.

(End of this chapter)