Chapter 337 Jia Zheng's Begging for Mercy
Jiang Weiguo and his men stormed into the West City Police Station.
When the police in the hall saw this group of people, their faces changed suddenly.
"What do you do?"
Jiang Weiguo showed his ID, "Chief of Chengdong Police Station, Jiang Weiguo."
After the police took the ID and confirmed that it was authentic, his tone softened.
"Director Jiang, do you have something to say?"
"Who brought these people?"
He glanced behind Jiang Weiguo.
The man following behind Jiang Weiguo was over 190cm tall, standing out from the crowd, with a sinister and handsome appearance. The moment the police looked into his eyes, they shuddered with fear.
Jiang Weiguo didn't answer the young policeman's question. He frowned and said unhappily, "Ask your director to see me."
"Our chief has taken leave and hasn't been to the police station for almost half a month."
Jiang Weiguo's brows furrowed even tighter.
Suddenly Jiang Chen asked, "Where is your deputy director?"
"Yes, where is your deputy director?" Jiang Weiguo cursed himself for being stupid.
The young policeman came back to his senses from the man's low and magnetic voice, his expression a little embarrassed.
He hesitated for a long time and didn't say anything.
Jiang Chen saw the clue and pushed him away and walked inside.
“What are you doing!”
The young policeman hurried to stop the man.
Seeing this, the police from the West City Police Station also rushed over to stop them.
Seeing that the situation had gotten out of hand, Jiang Weiguo glared at Jiang Chen's back and gritted his teeth, "Stop them!"
The two groups of police collided with each other, and the scene was extremely lively.
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Jia Zheng squeezed his legs together, his forehead twitching in pain. When he suddenly saw Ye Rou's expression, he took a step back in fright.
"You, what are you laughing at!"
Ye Rou leaned back, her expression brightening again.
But the words that came out were particularly harsh.
"I'm laughing at you."
"Are you laughing at me?" Jia Zheng looked fearful. He stared at Ye Rou. Only now did he see Ye Rou's expression clearly.
There was no fear or terror as he had imagined, but rather a playful look, as if she was watching a clown who was making her laugh.
"Are you kidding me?!"
Ye Rou was sitting lazily, her left hand handcuffed, her right hand supporting her forehead, her expression lazy.
If Wang Honghong were here, she would definitely be surprised, because Ye Rou looked very much like Jiang Chen.
"yes."
Ye Rou admitted it frankly without reservation.
Jia Zheng was confused instead.
"Why? Aren't you afraid that I will really condemn you?"
Ye Rou smiled beautifully.
"I'm a fake prisoner, and you're not a good police officer. You won't let me go no matter what, right? Deputy Director Jia."
At this moment, Jia Zheng could see clearly that when Ye Rou said the title "Deputy Director Jia", her expression was disrespectful and full of sarcasm.
After Ye Rou tore off his mask, Jia Zheng stopped pretending.
He was in so much pain that he couldn't straighten his body, but his mouth remained hard.
"How do you know?"
Su Bai's soft hand tapped her right ear, "I heard it."
Jia Zheng's eyes flashed with fear, and his voice unconsciously became heavier.
"What else did you hear?"
"Nothing." Ye Rou saw Jia Zheng's expression relax after she finished speaking, and said cunningly: "I also heard a woman's voice."
Jia Zheng's smile faded, and his expression became terrifyingly gloomy.
"The voice of the human trafficker Sister Hong."
Ye Rou seemed to feel that the stimulation she had given was not enough, and she was the first to break the window paper between the two of them.
"I also know that you have no intention of letting me go, and that the interrogation is intended to harm me."
All of Jia Zheng's thoughts were exposed. He was furious and no longer had the confidence he had just had.
The expression he looked at Ye Rou was even more naked.
"Aren't you afraid?" He said as he moved forward. Just as he was about to get close to Ye Rou, his eyes caught a slender calf under the wooden board.
Thinking of the kick just now, he felt a pain below. His face changed slightly. He stopped and did not approach rashly. He turned around and stood behind Ye Rou.
He stared at Ye Rou's slender, white neck, leaned forward slightly and said, "If you want to get out, beg me."
"No."
Ye Rou listened to the noisy sounds outside, her red lips curled slightly, "It's too late."
"Too late for what?"
"Bang!"
Jia Zheng was dumbfounded and couldn't believe what he saw.
The handcuffs on the chair were pulled off!
Ye Rou split the wooden board in front of her chest with one palm and stood up from the chair easily.
“You, you…”
How is this possible?
This woman is a monster!
Ye Rou pressed forward step by step.
Jia Zheng stepped back repeatedly, his voice trembling with fear.
"You, what are you doing!"
Ye Rou stretched her stiff neck and smiled.
"If I don't beat you now, it will be too late."
Jia Zheng retreated to the corner, his back pressed against the cold wall. He collapsed and shouted, "Please, don't!"
"You want me to let you go?" Ye Rou imitated his words: "Beg me."
Jia Zheng has never been in such a mess since he was promoted step by step.
The image of himself as a young policeman suddenly flashed before his eyes.
At that time, the underworld was rampant. He followed his predecessors on a mission and finally found some clues. Just as he was about to go back and report, he was blocked by the underworld when he was withdrawing.
He and his predecessors endured endless torture.
The senior refused to say anything and even shouted at him not to say anything.
The gang leader sat on a chair, drinking tea, and said leisurely: "Pull out their nails."
Jia Zheng watched helplessly as the nails on his ten fingers were pulled out one by one, blood dripping everywhere. The senior was twisted in pain, but still refused to confess.
The bloody nails were neatly placed on a tray in front of Jia Zheng.
Just looking at Jia Zheng's fingers, which were already in pain, began to twitch.
Seeing the pliers approaching, Jia Zheng lowered his head and said in despair: "I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything."
"Don't say that, Jia Zheng, you... ugh!"
The senior's mouth was gagged.
Jia Zheng turned his head away and didn't look at him, and told him everything.
They told everyone about the clues they found and the undercover brothers.
The gangster smiled with satisfaction.
"Put him down."
Jia Zheng was helped out of the dungeon when a gunshot rang out behind him.
He narrowly escaped death and returned to the police station, a hero.
But privately, he took the gangster's money to help him keep an eye on the police station's every move.
Later, the gangster fell from power, his source of income was cut off, and his ambition, which had been fostered, could not be retracted no matter what.
Everything that happened afterwards was a natural progression.
Sister Hong, who had followed a gangster, found him and offered him shelter in exchange for money.
He agreed, and since then, he has used money to pave the way for his upward mobility and has come to where he is today.
Jia Zheng believes that it has not been easy for him to reach his current position.
In order to maintain this position, he has made unimaginable efforts, even if it means begging for mercy, as long as it is beneficial to him, he will do it.
A man is capable of bending and stretching.
Jia Zheng convinced himself.
He lowered his head again and knelt in the corner, his voice extremely humble.
"I beg you, let me go."
"You are so magnanimous, just treat me like a fart."
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