District 9

After the control of Xinyuan District ended, there were still mass demonstrations in Songjiang, but the scale and movement were relatively smaller.

In the early morning, except for the police officers who were assigned to specific duties, all other personnel returned to their headquarters, causing the chaotic streets to slowly quiet down. What was left behind was only garbage, blood, murder weapons on the ground, and Songjiang's hair from the inside. of depression.

…

Inside the main building of the Anti-Terrorism Brigade.

Miller pulled up his sleeves to reveal the thick hair on his arms, smoothed his back that was covered in hair wax with both hands, and stepped in front of Wu Wenqun.

"...!" Wu Wenqun looked up at Miller and said nothing.

"Your name." Miller bent down and asked Wu Wenqun face to face.

"I found that the procedures of your police station are so damn stupid. If you arrest me, don't you know who I am?" Wu Wenqun replied with a sneer.

"You are very tough. Are you doing it for money?" Miller asked.

Wu Wenqun looked at him with a crooked neck: "Your home is in the European Union area. You have come so far to be an official in the ninth district. What are you doing?"

Miller was startled.

"What the hell do you want to say?" Wu Wenqun asked with a smile: "You want me to drop the case? Then you are going in the wrong direction. I just run errands on the street, so it's useless for you to tease me!"

"hehe!"

Miller suddenly smiled nervously, walked slowly behind the chair, raised his right foot and stepped on the handcuff chain between Wu Wenqun's hands: "Who gave you the money? Who asked you to incite the masses? Who is the person above you? ?!”

Wu Wenqun is from the fifth branch of the Wang family. He has lived around Xinxiang for many years. In addition to being a close relative of Wang Zongming, he also manages two living villages. He is an out-and-out core member of the third family of the Wang family, so he His position and loyalty cannot be doubted.

Wu Wenqun was handcuffed behind his back, and his wrists were so painful from being stepped on. The corner of his mouth twitched and he softly replied: "You are treating me like this..."

"Squeak, squeak!"

Miller exerted force on his right leg, and the handcuff chain he stepped on made a grinding sound. The cuffs strangled Wu Wenqun's wrists tightly, and the edges were already stuck in his flesh.

Wu Wenqun's legs were shaking with pain, he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

"Haha, do you want to say it or not?"

Miller didn't yell or scream, and his right foot couldn't completely conquer the opponent, so he held the back of the chair with both hands, stepped on the cuff chain with both feet, and pressed down with all his strength.

"cnm!"

Wu Wenqun's arms were strangled to the point of bleeding, and turned pale. His wrists began to deform, and he roared in pain.

The iron chair was welded to the ground, so there was no question of whether it could be fixed. Miller held the back of the chair with both hands and kept stepping on the handcuff chain with his whole body weight.

"Bang, bang...!"

Miller jumped on the handcuff chain several times and stepped on Wu Wenqun's arms and palms, making them bloody and bloody. There was a crunching sound on the wrists and they were completely deformed.

Wu Wenqun banged his head against the iron plate in front of him several times in pain, and passed out with sweat all over his body.

"Pah, pah!"

Miller jumped down, reached out and patted Wu Wenqun's head and asked, "Are you unconscious? Your health is too bad? Hey, wake up!"

Wu Wenqun didn't react at all.

Miller picked up the cigarette case on the interrogation table and shouted lightly: "Come here, drag him out and pour some cold water on him to wake him up."

At the door, two police officers came over, opened the iron chair and dragged Wu Wenqun out.

Outside in the ice and snow, Wu Wenqun's clothes were stripped off and thrown beside the corner of the main building. Two police officers each carried a small basin of ice water and began to pour it down the top of his head.

The temperature is more than 20 degrees below zero. The cold water is poured on the skin little by little, which is completely different from waking up all at once. When Wu Wenqun was in a coma, he felt as if someone was cutting his skin with a knife, and he woke up instantly. The stinging feeling burst out from his bones.

"Do you know where this is? Do you know how many police officers were present in Songjiang today? CNM, are you pretending to be tough? Are you pretending to be tough?!" The police officer kicked Wu Wenqun's head and cursed furiously: "I've been caught. , you have to suffer, let’s take it slow!”

After the cold water was poured on him, Wu Wenqun was thrown directly into an air-conditioned room. The water on his body was not wiped off, and the air conditioner was turned on to the maximum cold wind. He was lying naked on the cold ground, feeling extremely uncomfortable being blown by the cold wind. His body was itchy, but his hands were cuffed and he couldn't scratch it.

This kind of mental torture made Wu Wenqun's mood collapse bit by bit.

In the main building office.

Miller took the phone and said to more than a dozen presiding officers: "Twenty-four hours, I hope to see the complete confession, evidence, and their payment methods and channels."

Next to him, a police captain asked: "Director Miller, our police force is quite sufficient now, why don't we just go to Tiancheng Company to arrest people?"

"There is no evidence that they directly incited the people. Our unreasonable arrests will definitely trigger a chain reaction from all parties." Miller said calmly: "The academy is helping him, the military and government are also waiting and watching, and the Tiancheng Group is in the area He has his own forces outside, and Qin Yu himself has close contacts with many high-ranking cadres in the Eighth and Seventh Districts. He is not so easy to move. The root of this matter lies in the people. They want to destroy Tiancheng. The people's The position determines the outcome.”

After hearing this, everyone nodded slowly.

"Suppress the riots first, and then find concrete evidence. Once the ground has stopped, things will naturally start to change." Miller stood up slowly and said, "Fengbei is actively communicating with the college. Once the movement in the other two cities disappears, that's it. When Qin Yu died."

"Understood." The assistant nodded.

"The scale can be larger, and the interrogation can be done in shifts to get results as soon as possible." Miller has lived in District 9 for many years, and his Chinese level is 6.

…

On a certain street in Xinyuan District.

Lao Li sat in a dilapidated truck, smoking a cigarette and waiting quietly.

Ten minutes later, a man in his thirties bent down and got into the car: "Master."

"Where are they being held?" Lao Li asked.

"There are several places." The other party pondered for a while and then said: "The police station, Jiangpan Garden Community, and the anti-terrorism brigade."

Lao Li took a deep breath from his cigarette, turned around and asked, "What do you think are the chances of getting this person out?"

"Impossible." The other party shook his head: "Miller himself is a bit of a fucking person, and he is from the European Union. He is not short of money at all. It is impossible to buy it off, and it is even more impossible to negotiate. When he arrives Songjiang said that he came here to kill Tiancheng."

"How about looking for local connections?" Lao Li asked again.

"It's useless." The man shook his head: "Three cities are in riots, and the police system has also taken sides. If you can still stay in the police station, no matter how much you pay, he will definitely not dare to do this."

After thinking for a long time, Lao Li squinted at the man and said, "Do me a favor...!"