The Road to Slaying God

The two of them went straight to the unfinished building.

When the two arrived, everything was calm. Obviously, the disappearance of the policeman did not attract anyone's attention for the time being. For some police officers, it is not unusual to leave their posts during work. The police profession is both rigorous and unorganized. After all, The degree of freedom in this profession is very large, especially for front-line police officers. Compared with civilian employees, the degree of freedom is even more incredible.

The two of them walked to the small room on the third floor and saw that the middle-aged policeman had woken up and was struggling desperately. When he saw Liu Biao, he suddenly had a look of fear on his face. Obviously, he still remembered the cripple. The same thing is that this cripple is no longer a cripple, exuding a fierce and cruel aura.

Of course, what frightened him even more was Zhang Yang. This child who was stupid at first had a cold look on his face and was calm and collected, without the stupid look at the beginning.

I fell into a carefully set trap!

This was the first thought in the middle-aged policeman's head.

When Liu Biao walked in and saw the struggling middle-aged policeman lying on the ground, Liu Biao couldn't help but be startled, and looked back at Zhang Yang gratefully. Of course, he didn't need to write any words of gratitude, a look was enough.

Suddenly, the middle-aged policeman's heart beat wildly because he saw that the big young man had pulled out a sharp machete with a cold metallic light from his backpack. The middle-aged policeman couldn't help but feel despair and moved his body desperately. , with a look of begging on his face, and a "wuwu" cry in his throat.

"Hey, are you awesome?" Liu Biao squatted on the ground and slapped the middle-aged policeman on the cheek with the cold machete.

"Hmm..."

The middle-aged policeman felt the biting coldness of the machete and tried his best to make a sound with his throat. He looked pitifully at Liu Biao, where was the majesty of a policeman? Of course, this has nothing to do with his identity as a policeman. The policeman is also a human being, a normal person. People will feel extreme fear when their lives are threatened, and the police are no exception.

"Well, you want to talk?" Liu Biao patted the middle-aged policeman's face with his hand again.

"Hmm!" The middle-aged policeman nodded desperately.

"Okay, I'll let you speak, but I want to tell you that my knife is very sharp. If you want to shout, I will just swipe it lightly... and your throat will be cut..." Liu Biao took the knife The middle-aged policeman trembled in fright, and he quickly shook his head and nodded.

Liu Biao used the sharp edge he saw to gently scratch the middle-aged policeman's face. The middle-aged policeman was so frightened that he did not dare to move, for fear that he would accidentally touch the sharp blade.

Finally, the tape that Zhang Yang had carefully tied up was lifted.

With a "pop..." sound, Liu Biao slapped the policeman on the face, which made the policeman stunned for a moment. Presumably, he had never been slapped in his life with his status, and his face was full of anger. However, he immediately , his anger was replaced by fear, because the extremely sharp machete was placed on his face again.

"I'm asking you, I'm asking a question, and you're answering." Liu Biao said with a sinister smile on his face.

"Uh-huh……"

"The law stipulates that the police are not allowed to beat people?"

"yes……"

"Pa..." was heard again, and Liu Biao slapped the middle-aged policeman so hard that he fell to the ground, with a stream of blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth.

"Damn it, since the police are not allowed to hit people, why did you hit me?" Liu Biao lifted the middle-aged policeman up.

"Little brother, please let me go, wuwu... I will never hit anyone again... I am old and young, please, let me go, I will not report the crime..." The policeman's hands and feet were tied. , finally sat up with runny nose and tears.

With a sound of "Pa...", Liu Biao slapped him again and said: "Okay, you slapped me three times, and I will slap you three times. It's not easy to see that you are older and younger, sir." I don’t want your life, okay, now it’s up to our boss to deal with you.”

After Liu Biao finished speaking, he stood up with a smile and stood aside.

"Well, to make you remember, the police cannot beat people, so we decided to give you a little punishment. I hope you will cooperate. You have to know that if we really want to kill you, we will not talk nonsense to you... …”

"Thank you...what are you doing?"

Seeing Zhang Yang dig out a black plastic bag in the corner and pour out some firecrackers, he asked in fear.

"Well, don't talk and I'll tell you how."

Zhang Yang wrapped several large rolls of firecrackers around the middle-aged policeman's body, then fixed them with tape, and tore open a few more firecrackers to free up the gunpowder inside. Finally, he lit a few more coils of mosquito coils, which were placed in an upright cylinder. Above, finally, done.

Looking at Zhang Yang's focused, careful and careful expression, Liu Biao was a little baffled.

"Did you see that there are six circles of lit mosquito coils around you?" Zhang Yang said with a faint smile.

"Yeah, I see." The middle-aged policeman nodded repeatedly.

"These mosquito-repellent incense are placed on these metal pillars. The middle of the metal pillar is empty. As long as the mosquito-repellent incense burns to the last point, the remaining mosquito-repellent incense will fall into the space inside the metal pillar. Of course, the other way around What it means is that if the mosquito-repellent incense falls on the gunpowder on the ground before it burns out, then the burning gunpowder will ignite the firecrackers on your body, do you understand?"

"...I don't understand..." The middle-aged policeman was a little confused.

"Haha, it's very simple. These six metal pillars are placed around your body with mosquito coils on them. So, you can't move. If you move, the mosquito coils will fall down. Do you understand?"

"I understand..." The middle-aged policeman immediately understood what Zhang Yang meant and was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat.

"Haha, just understand. Have you seen these two metal pillars? They are on both sides of your hips. When people shout, they will definitely tighten their abdomen. As long as your movements are large, the firecrackers that are linked together will naturally The mosquito-repellent incense will hang down, so I’m too lazy to seal your mouth. Remember, don’t scream for help. When the time comes, your life will not be saved but your life will be lost..."

"Then, that... what should I do after the mosquito coils burn out?" The middle-aged policeman did not dare to speak loudly, for fear that the mosquito coils would fall and ignite a layer of gunpowder on the ground.

"Haha, there are two ways. If you are not afraid of making a fool of yourself, just shout. This is only a few dozen meters away from where you work. Someone should be able to hear you. Someone will naturally save you by then. Of course, there is another way. That is, you break the rope yourself. The rope that binds your hands is a certain distance away. When the mosquito coils burn out, you can stand up and jump to the corners of those walls to rub the rope and break it. Your hands will be untied and you won’t need to I told you...good luck to you..."

The middle-aged policeman stared blankly at the two young people leaving and cried without tears. Now, he could not move or even shout. Although the firecrackers on his body were not enough to kill him, they were enough to blow him up. Doesn't look like a human being.

The middle-aged policeman regretted that his recklessness almost caused a big disaster for him. Fortunately, the other party did not kill him, but just slapped him a few times...

However, the middle-aged policeman soon discovered that this punishment was far more uncomfortable than a few slaps. If he had to choose, he would rather the young man slap him fifty times, even if his teeth were knocked out. It doesn't matter.

It was a long wait. The middle-aged policeman looked at the slowly burning mosquito coils with dull eyes, motionless. This was a kind of torment, a painful torment. For the first time, he discovered how painful it was to not move his limbs.

Two metal pillars were placed on his hips, one metal pillar was placed under his crotch, and two were placed on both sides of his feet. One was sandwiched between the feet. There was a wall behind his body. In other words, at this angle, he There is no room to move at all. As long as you move, the pillar will fall down, and the mosquito coils burning on it will fall on the gunpowder on the ground...

The burning speed of mosquito coils is terrible.

The middle-aged policeman bit his tongue fiercely to keep himself awake. He must not sleep at this time, as his life and death depended on surviving the burning of the mosquito coils.

The middle-aged policeman secretly swore that he would never beat a suspect again...

…

Naturally, the middle-aged policeman could not have imagined that soon after Liu Biao returned to his hometown in prosperity and prosperity, he came to H County again and was captured by him again. He treated Liu Biao politely, but also forged a good relationship. Of course, that That’s a thing for another time.

"Zhang Yang, do you think he will report the case after the mosquito coils burn out?" Liu Biao asked.

"Haha, no, not if I were him. After all, if he reports the crime, he will only embarrass himself, because he is greedy. If he reports the crime and does not catch us, it will mean nothing to him. If he catches us, His face is completely humiliated. In fact, we can still humiliate him, take off his clothes and then act according to the plan. In this way, he will be less likely to report the crime, but that will be a shame that will affect his life. Your hatred It’s not deep, so forget it…”

"That's true, just vent your anger. By the way, what should we do now?"

(To be continued)