Spokesperson of the Hong Kong Comprehensive Police Force

Chapter 895: Forced confession by force? That is the courage of a common man!
Facing the baptism of wind and rain, three damaged cars slammed on the brakes at the same time and parked in an orderly manner in front of Warehouse No. 36 Changhui Road.

Zhang Debiao was the first to open the car door and quickly ran to the security door.

During this process, he also did not forget to pick up the half cup of Yuanyang milk tea on the cup holder.

When Zhang Debiao discovered that a password lock was used here, he immediately entered a string of startup keys without thinking.

NS15827, the combination lock of all safe houses in the National Security Agency, the initial activation key is this combination of letters and numbers.

The abbreviation of the National Security Department, and the police number of the boss in the company.

For insiders, the initial activation key is not a secret. The real core lies in the specific location of these safe houses.

Under the leadership of Zhang Debiao, brothers including Qiu Gangao, Mo Yiquan, and Zhao Zhiqiang escorted the silenced He Weile into the safe house.

Although the others were also caught in the rain, Zhao Zhiqiang looked the most embarrassed, so the hostility in his eyes was the most obvious.

Of course, this is not directed at the superiors and seniors, but comes from He Weile, a failed gangster.

After closing the door and turning on the light, Zhang Debiao immediately selected a wooden chair in the room.

"Cuff him!"

Taking a leisurely sip from the straw, Zhang Debiao raised his hand and pointed to the interrogation position he had chosen.

Immediately, the brothers began to divide the work and cooperate.

Qiu Gangao turned the chair and adjusted its angle so that it was facing his superior.

Mo Yiquan and another brother forced He Weile to sit on the chair.

Zhao Zhiqiang and other brothers twisted He Weile's hands and handcuffed him behind the back of a chair.

Then, they did not forget to cuff He Weile's legs as well.

"Tell me, where is Huo Zhaotang?"

Holding a cup of Yuanyang milk tea, Zhang Debiao came to He Weile and pulled out the blockage in his mouth.

"Sir!"

"what are you saying?"

"What is Huo Zhaotang?"

"I don't even know him!"

……

He Weile's face was full of horror, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to admit it.

Are you kidding? With so many big officials in front of him, how could he end up well if he spoke?

But what he didn't know was that the consequences of resisting stubbornly would be even more serious.

Zhang Debiao was too lazy to continue talking nonsense with He Weile. He just used his means to make routine inquiries.

"boom!"

With a raised foot, Zhang Debiao kicked He Weile and the chair to the ground.

"Take his shoes off!"

After taking another sip from the straw, Zhang Debiao snorted coldly.

Although he had not experienced the dark age of the police force's money empire, he had the guidance and instruction of his senior brothers, and had personally carried out undercover missions in the underground societies of Hong Kong Island.

Zhang Debiao was very clear about those shady methods.

Violent beatings to force confessions? That's just a common man's behavior!

According to Zhang Debiao's methods, he has plenty of ways to kill this gangster in front of him.

Zhang Debiao didn't need to give any further instructions on what to do next.

The brothers around here are not newcomers to the police force.

Even though Zhao Zhiqiang had the least experience among all the people present, he was able to follow Qiu Gangao and enter Zhang Debiao's sight.

Then he, a senior police officer carrying a stick of firewood on his shoulders, must have his merits.

"Brother, let me come!"

After cooperating with Mo Yiquan to take off the leather shoes on He Weile's feet, Zhao Zhiqiang smiled coldly and took the handcuffs from his senior brother beside him. "Tell me! Where are the hostages?"

"Don't tell me!"

"Say or not?"

……

Zhao Zhiqiang held the handcuffs in his palms, and every time He Weile questioned him, he would hit the soles of He Weile's feet.

This part of the human body is very peculiar. Although prolonged blows will also leave marks, it is obviously more resistant than other parts.

Of course, the pain will be more intense.

While forcing Huo Zhaotang to reveal his exact whereabouts, he was also venting his anger at having just been soaked.

"Sir, what hostages? I don't know!"

He Weile was beaten and wailing in pain, but he still refused to admit the crime of kidnapping.

"I don't know anything. Just wait for the lawyer's letter!"

Although being hit on the soles of his feet was very painful, he was, after all, a well-known gangster, so he could endure it for the time being.

When Zhang Debiao saw that He Weile's feet were about to have obvious scars, he couldn't help but frown.

This gangster is really stubborn. Ordinary torture methods may not be effective.

Zhang Debiao brought the Yuanyang milk tea to his mouth and was about to take another sip from the straw, but he finally stopped.

If you keep drinking, there won’t be enough milk tea!

"Sir, stop it!"

Walking forward, Zhang Debiao stepped on He Weile's chest and stopped Zhao Zhiqiang's action.

Although Zhao Zhiqiang's anger had not yet been fully vented, he obeyed his boss's instructions strictly.

"Cola, I'm warning you for the last time, don't refuse a toast!"

Zhang Debiao half bent down slowly and spoke in a deep voice, enunciating each word.

"Where is Huo Zhaotang!"

Coke is He Weile's nickname, which is recorded in the intelligence files.

Zhang Debiao's formal mention of this title clearly showed that he was completely impatient.

"I...I will definitely...go to the police station and file a complaint against you!"

He Weile still refused to give in, and at the same time threatened all the police officers present in a timid manner.

"Okay! I'm waiting for you!"

Zhang Debiao lifted his foot away from He Weile's chest and stood up straight.

"But before that, I'm going to buy you a drink!"

"There are still a few hours before the stock market opens. I have plenty of time for you to speak!"

"Ao!"

As he spoke, he handed the cup of Yuanyang milk tea to his trusted general beside him, and at the same time took out a pair of scissors from his pocket.

Putting these two things together, Qiu Gangao instantly understood what his boss was thinking.

The famous judicial milk tea is now just missing a little hair.

Qiu Gangao originally wanted to cut off a lock of his hair, but he quickly gave up the idea.

Isn’t He Weile’s Mohawk hairstyle the most suitable choice right now?
"Sir, help me get it first!"

Handing the cup of milk tea to Zhao Zhiqiang beside him, Qiu Gangao bent down and grabbed He Weile's hair.

While lifting He Weile up from the ground, he used a pair of scissors to cut his original Mohawk hairstyle into a Mediterranean hairstyle.

Then, he took the milk tea cup again and started to process He Weile's hair, mixing the fine strands of hair into the Yuanyang milk tea, carefully making the famous judicial milk tea.

(End of this chapter)