Reborn in 1993, Dark Sea

"First question: Where is An Zhehao hiding?" An Xiaohai didn't give Ding Ping much time to be shocked or think. He immediately lowered his voice and asked. An Xiaohai had practiced this tone for quite some time in private.

The question alone made the hairs on Ding Ping's body stand on end.

It's so similar! Everything about it is so similar!

Whether it's their appearance, their voice, or even the extremely cold feeling in their eyes, they are so alike!

Ding Ping froze on the spot. An Xiaohai stared at her without moving, his expression unchanged, but the coldness in his eyes grew stronger.

"Second question: Where did you take Xu Zhenzhen?"

An Xiaohai's deep voice seemed to wake Ding Ping up. She quickly lowered her head, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes, but she still gritted her teeth and refused to speak.

"Third question: How to contact the Caos killer?"

An Xiaohai didn't wait long before asking his third question. His voice was like a demonic sound from the depths of hell, constantly eroding Ding Ping's defenses. Ding Ping trembled slightly, but she remained silent.

"Lift your head and look here."

After an unknown amount of time, An Xiaohai's voice came again. Ding Ping suppressed the turmoil and fear in her heart and slowly raised her head. She tried her best to lower her gaze and avoid meeting An Xiaohai's eyes.

At this moment, An Xiaohai was holding a small plastic sealed bag, inside which were several white crystals.

"I believe you recognize this. You can call it methamphetamine, methylamphetamine, or desoxyephedrine."

However, most people would prefer to call it by another name: meth.

It is an organic compound and a potent central nervous system stimulant. As long as the raw materials are available, it can be synthesized continuously through some simple chemical reactions.

It is more terrifying than heroin because, in addition to possessing all the characteristics of heroin, it has one particularly powerful feature:

One-time addiction.

For the vast majority of people, once they use it, they are very likely to be unable to get rid of it for the rest of their lives.

"What exactly do you want?!" Ding Ping finally couldn't bear the suffocating pressure from An Xiaohai any longer and almost roared out the question.

"What do I want to do?" An Xiaohai's lips curled into a dangerous smile. Mai Xiaoyu, standing beside him, gave a perfectly timed wicked smile, stepped forward, picked up the remote control, and turned on the television.

The television screen was no longer filled with static; instead, a place resembling this warehouse appeared, with a chair in the center of the screen and a young man in a suit strapped to it.

The young man's eyes and mouth were tightly bound with strips of cloth. He sat in the chair with his head drooping, seemingly unconscious.

Ding Ping felt a sudden tightness in her chest. She didn't know where the strength came from, but she stood up in a flash and rushed to the television. She pressed her eyes against the screen to examine it carefully.

An Xiaohai stretched out his hand, and a masked man immediately placed a walkie-talkie respectfully in his hand.

An Xiaohai pressed the call button and whispered, "Push the camera closer, get a clear shot, so our Ms. Ding can see who he really is!"

As soon as An Xiaohai finished speaking, someone picked up a camera and moved it forward. At the same time, another masked person walked to the chair, grabbed the young man's hair, and pulled his head up forcefully.

The camera stabilized, and the young man's face filled the entire screen.

Ding Ping finally recognized the young man on the screen. She suddenly screamed and rushed towards An Xiaohai without thinking. But before she could take two steps, a masked man threw a punch that slammed into her abdomen.

Ding Ping was thrown into the air by the blow, then crashed to the ground and curled up in a ball. The pale yellow liquid quickly soaked her pants, and a faint smell of urine wafted out.

An Xiaohai couldn't help but glance at number 10, who had made the move.

Damn it... I told you to be as ruthless as possible, but you didn't have to go this far. If you kill someone with one punch, then all that work will have been for nothing...

Number 10 scratched his head. He hadn't actually used his full strength; he never expected this woman to be so fragile…

An Xiaohai quickly rolled her eyes at number 10.

Let's just hit her. It's only because this woman is involved in drug trafficking.

Ding Ping lay stiffly on the ground for a long time before she finally recovered a little. She took a deep breath and made a series of sobbing sounds, her whole body trembling like a leaf.

After lying on the ground for a while, Ding Ping finally struggled to slowly raise her head.

In fact, Ding Ping is very beautiful, and her appearance is in no way inferior to that of the top actresses of this era. Moreover, she has a graceful and elegant demeanor, and although she is over 40 years old, she looks like she is 27 or 28.

Especially the way she reads under the lamp, she is as beautiful as an oil painting. Even the special operations team members guarding her sometimes can't help but take a few more glances.

At this moment, Ding Ping was trembling all over, lying on the ground with her hair disheveled and urine soaking her pants. Her once noble and beautiful image was shattered into pieces.

Ding Ping struggled to lift her head. The heavy blow had not only caused her to lose control of her bladder, but also made her eyes bloodshot, making her look particularly shocking.

An Xiaohai's expression remained unchanged, his gaze still as cold as ice.

"Have you calmed down?" An Xiaohai asked softly, his voice equally calm.

Ding Ping nodded with difficulty.

"Alright, then I'll continue."

"Since you refuse to answer my question, then I'll just have to show you a good show."

One issue is the three grams of methamphetamine, which I will inject into this young man in three separate injections. Let's enjoy watching him enjoy it!

An Xiaohai's lips curled slightly as he picked up the walkie-talkie and pressed the call button: "Make your move."

On the television screen, a masked man began to prepare methamphetamine. He placed a white crystal into a glass container, then carefully crushed it into powder with a glass rod. When it was almost crushed, he added some liquid to the container and began to stir it.

"Ah...ah..."

As the masked man on the television moved, Ding Ping, who was lying on the ground, began to struggle desperately again, making incoherent shouts.

However, that punch was so hard that Ding Ping tried for a long time but couldn't get up from the ground.

The white crystals in the container had completely melted. The masked man picked up the container and heated it over a candle flame for a short while. Then he took a syringe and drew all the liquid from the container into the syringe.

Ding Ping struggled more and more violently, and her screams became louder and louder, but she was unable to stop the masked man's actions on the television.

The masked man expelled the air from the syringe, held it up, and walked toward Xu Zhijie, who was tied to the chair. Xu Zhijie seemed to sense the danger and began to struggle desperately.

The masked man standing behind Xu Zhijie immediately reached out and pressed down on his shoulder, then grabbed his hair with his other hand and turned his head to one side, revealing his smooth and fair neck.

"Ah! Ah!" Ding Ping's screams were already hoarse, and her fingers, which she kept scratching at the floor, were bleeding profusely. Several of her fingernails were torn off.

The masked man holding the syringe patted Xu Zhijie's neck and located his carotid artery.

Xu Zhijie struggled desperately, his covered mouth opening and closing as if calling out for something.

At that moment, Ding Ping finally cried out in despair, "No! I'll talk! I'll talk! Please don't! I'll talk!"