"Ah?" Wei Crook was shocked when he heard this.

"Originally, I wanted to do it like this and just go back and pay the money. But I didn't expect that you, a lame man, are quite capable and have a business in secret. If you are willing to spit out the money, I will take your life around you." I said.

"Brother, I really don't have any other business anymore, I'm just..."

"Hmph, are you still pretending to be garlic?" I snorted coldly and pointed to the ground and said, "I know where this is? I'll remind you that this is a pig farm."

When Wei Crooked the words "Still" in pig farm, Wei Crooked wilt like eggplant caused by frost, but he immediately became confused: "Brother, what does this mean?"

"Is it still pretending to be confused?" I threw the cigarette butt, copied the knife from the hand of the anti-drug police brother next to me, walked forward two steps, and slashed it in his ear with a click.

In fact, my knife just fell on it and only cut a small hole. At the same time, my fingertips bounced, and a touch of pain powder fell on the wound.

This thing was originally used to refine evil spirits.

Ghosts have no body and cannot sense pain, but the pain powder I secretly made according to the Yin Fu Jing can have the same effect on ghosts.

Even evil ghosts felt something extremely painful. Where can a tamper like Wei Crooker be able to withstand it, and immediately screamed.

While I was crushing my heels, I pretended to be stepping on my ears that were chopped to the ground. I rubbed the blood that had been applied to the knife on his face one by one, and said with a gloomy face: "Don't you want to say it, right? Then I will cut off all the parts on your body one by one. I want to see how long you can withstand it."

As he said that, he waved his knife again and slashed at the other ear.

"No...I said, I said..." The guy begged for mercy and said, "I made this pig farm. I planned to make some poison, but I just made it and was discovered by the police before I could ship it over. I really didn't get a penny! There was no big money."

"Is there really no money?" I asked in disbelief.

"No!" Wei Crooker replied sincerely: "Not only did I not make any money, I was also cheated a lot of people. The guy said he wanted to buy land, raw materials, and hired helpers, and some channels. After the accident, he gave him a large amount of travel expenses and spent millions of dollars on and off. I really didn't make any money."

"It seems that you are really cheated. Judging from the smoke and dirt on the ceiling, it has been made at least several tons! How many have the police just seized? That guy had sold the goods and ran away with money! He deliberately left some clues for the police, deliberately cutting off your idea. You are such a fool, and you are also giving them the run-off fee." I smiled deliberately.

Wei Crook didn't know the truth. When he heard this, he was so angry that he gritted his teeth and cursed: "This bastard!"

"Since the money is on him, I'll just go find him. As long as you tell me where he is, I'll let you go."

"He..." Wei Crook was about to say, but seemed to notice it and looked at me very alertly.

"What's the matter with your grandma?" I said that, and then I cut it down on his left face, and secretly used yin techniques to seal one of his eyes, increasing the dose of some soul-paining powder.

"Ah!" Wei Crook screamed in pain, and tears flowed over the stimulation of the soul-paining powder.

But Wei Crooker had long regarded the tears as blood when he was completely blind in one eye and was in pain, and thought that the knife I just killed him in the eyes.

"Damn it! People treat you like a fool, but you are still helping others keep their mouths tight and say no." As I said that, I made another move to chop into his second eye.

Wei Crook was finally scared!

It also completely dispelled his concerns just now, because no policeman would do this. Even if he tortures his confession, he would not be able to cut his ears or eyes.

"I said, I said I said everything!" Wei Cleizi said repeatedly: "He is from Lufeng, Guangdong, and is named Zhao Guangfu. We all call him Fuzai. The place he sent me the last message was in Yangon, Myanmar. It is said that he had a distant uncle who drove the goods station there..."

When several anti-drug police officers heard this, they gave me a glimpse of praise. One of the brothers with equipment quickly unbuttoned their belts and put them on the toilet, and walked out quickly.

In fact, he was holding a pinhole camera and a recorder in his palm.

"You are honest!" I gently patted his face with a knife a few times, then my face changed, and I laughed and said, "But this is too honest, there is no benefit. You said it all, why am I keeping you for?"

"Don't...don't...brother!" Wei Crook's expression suddenly changed when he heard this and asked urgently.

"Don't blame me if you are a damn ghost! There are bad debts and debts. If you want to kill you, you know, go find him by yourself!" As I said that, I swung the knife fiercely, stabbed him on the chest.

The knife pierced the clothes and stabbed them from beside him.

But my eyes on this side were covered by me, and my hands and feet were tied up and I couldn't see clearly. Under the stimulation of the soul-paining powder, I really thought it was pierced by me.

He suddenly screamed and screamed in terror!

"Liu Yang, even if I become a ghost, I will never let you go!"

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk." I grabbed the knife hilt that was only half revealed in front of him, and said, "It seems that Mr. Liu's money is not unfair at all. You are not righteous at all, and you can really give him up! If I had been replaced by me, I would have killed you long ago, and I could have kept you alive until today?"

"Bah, that's a big deal! He even murdered his own father, who else can he be righteous? He wanted to kill me to silence me, but that thing doesn't work for me, so I'm looking for it..." He was indignant and said halfway, but suddenly he was stunned, then he lowered his head desperately and looked at him.

Although this kid fell into my trap, he was not a fool after all.

He clearly saw that my knife stab into my heart, and although he felt the pain, why didn’t he die? He could even shout with such great strength. He finally realized something was wrong. He looked down and saw that my knife just cut a little bit of skin and stuck it to the ground with his ribs tightly on the ground. In fact, there was not even a trace of blood on his clothes.

"You...who are you?" He didn't realize he was fooled and asked in surprise.
Chapter completed!