Swallowing the Seas

Chapter 145

"Did I sell my drugs to the Chinese? What evidence do you have to prove that I sold my drugs to the Chinese? I sold them to ghosts! I am, I am patriotic!!..."

Wan Changwen was handcuffed to the hospital bed. In just a few days, his hair turned completely white. Two blood-red and turbid eyes stared out from his gray face. Wrinkles drooped from the corners of his mouth layer by layer. His whole face seemed to be shrouded in a mystery. There was a layer of cold air-that was the air of death.

That was the ferocious gray shadow reflected when the god of death hooked his sickle around the neck of a dying man.

Bu Zhonghua pushed open the door and entered, nodding to the leaders of the task force in the corner. Song Ping was standing by the window with his hands behind his back. When he saw him coming, his eyebrows suddenly frowned in disapproval.

"The Opium War, do you know about the Opium War? Why can a ghost guy sell drugs to us Chinese, but I can't sell drugs to a ghost guy? You police still arrest me, why do you arrest me! Why do you -"

Wan Changwen's eyes, which had been stained by drugs for many years, suddenly saw Bu Chonghua, and his venting nonsense suddenly stopped.

The room was as quiet as if someone had pressed the mute button. Wan Changwen stared directly at Bu Zhonghua, and everyone looked over.

Bu Zhonghua remained calm, standing in front of the hospital bed with his hands behind his hands, his amber eyes cold and ruthless.

"...It's you, it's you." After an unknown amount of time, Wan Changwen sneered "Hey, hey, hey", full of confusion and neurosis: "You are that little brat who was twenty years ago. That little kid who slipped through the net...fate, what a fate. If I had known, I shouldn't have let you go, I really shouldn't have let you go."

The last few words can be said to have been gnashed with teeth, but they were the most sober and logical words Wan Changwen had said since last night. Before that, he was either roaring or talking nonsense, and he only had no regard for his previous crimes. Not a word was mentioned.

Several supervisory leaders were refreshed at the same time, and the interrogator made a prompt decision and made a hidden gesture to Bu Zhonghua.

"Yeah," Bu Zhonghua looked down at the drug dealer, with a hint of sarcasm behind his plain voice: "How does it feel to be caught by the son of a policeman, Boss Wan?"

Wan Changwen felt as if he had been stung by a poisonous needle. At that moment, his brain, which had been transformed by the ice poison, was filled with blood, and his facial features were twisted with hatred: "Do you know how I originally planned to kill your parents? Little cub?"

Bu Zhonghua stared at him expressionlessly.

Song Ping's expression at the window changed.

"I originally wanted to hang those two dead men up, slowly bleed them, and slowly roast them over the fire until they dripped oil bit by bit and turned into human bodies bit by bit. The accumulated human oil can still be frozen when frozen. Make candles... Or if I knew you were there at that time, I would have someone capture you first, cut your belly open in front of your mother, and pick out your heart, liver, lungs, and intestines, and use a big pot to slowly Cooked..."

Song Ping's hands were trembling at his side, and he took a step forward, but was restrained by two commissioners from the Ministry of Public Security on the left and right at the same time.

"Feed your meat piece by piece to your mother-in-law, pound it into their throats with an iron rod, and let them scream at your bones." Wan Changwen had a sickly blush on his face, and every word Soaked in venom: "That's the way a dead man should die, don't you think? I heard that you watched the whole process of your parents being tortured to death, and you also think their death was too simple, don't you?"