Those unlucky guys fell half-dead in the interrogation room. They were trembling all over, gritting their teeth, and unwilling to say a word.
Ji Yuan sat in front of the table, his legs crossed leisurely, tapping the table with his index finger intermittently.
Black military pants wrapped around his long and powerful legs, and the glaring light above his head cast a shadow on his superior face.
His eyebrows were slightly drooped, and his black hair was swept across his forehead. Although he didn't say anything, he inexplicably gave people an extremely strong sense of oppression.
Ignoring the strangely twisted legs of the people on the ground, he slowly turned on his computer and read out the charges one after another.
After finishing reading, he raised his eyes calmly and looked at those people: "Do you have anything to say?"
One of them said weakly, "Before we refute the evidence, we want to apply for humanitarian assistance."
As he spoke, he pointed at his companion's legs and said, "Also, we are going to file a lawsuit against those two women."
Ji Yuan's gaze drifted to the leg he was pointing at.
The fabric covering the leg was soaked with blood and stuck tightly to the flesh. There was an obvious bulge at the twisted part, and a small white tip emerged at the tip of the bulge.
There was a trace of flesh on the white tip, which looked a little scary.
That's a broken bone.
Ignoring the man's pained expression, Ji Yuan opened his computer and found the girl's communication box: "You guys are really powerful."
Feng Qingyue replied quickly: "I didn't expect you humans to be so vulnerable..."
After chatting with the girl for a few more sentences, Ji Yuan exited the chat box in a good mood.
He selected a few conversations with the little girl and deleted them completely from the database.
After all, the little girl's words were full of the meaning of "I am not human". As a qualified boyfriend, he would keep this secret for his girlfriend.
Ji Yuan waved his hand and called Li Wei in: "Go find some military doctors and ask them to bring their equipment."
Levi quickly understood what his marshal meant. He nodded, turned around and went out to communicate via the optical computer.
"Doctor Tang, please bring some military doctors over."
Tang Qing arrived quickly with people and simple equipment.
He and Ji Yuan looked at each other and read some other information from each other's eyes.
A dark look flashed across his eyes.
Dare to bully Junior Sister?
Just wait...
While putting on disposable medical gloves, Tang Qing calmly directed the people he brought with him to set up general equipment.
One of the young people who had just started working ran up to Tang Qing anxiously and said, "Teacher, we don't have any anesthesia equipment!"
Tang Qing lazily lifted his eyelids and glanced at him. He calmly lowered his eyes and continued to adjust his gloves: "It's okay, we don't need it."
"ah?!"
The young man was shocked and stammered: "Really? Really? It will hurt like hell..."
Tang Qing smiled at him, with a cold look in his eyes: "Really? Then let them suffer to death."
Those people looked at the simple medical equipment that had been set up with some disgust.
They raised their chins proudly and said in a contemptuous tone, "We are going to the best hospital in the Federal Center. This place is too shabby."
When he heard his words, the veins on Ji Yuan's forehead jumped.
He walked up to the man who was talking and kicked him on his broken leg: "You are ugly, but you have beautiful thoughts."
The man gasped in pain as his broken leg was kicked.
He was so anxious that he started cursing, and vulgar words came out like crazy.
As if he had thought of something, a gleam of light flashed in his inverted triangle-shaped, wretched eyes.
He looked at Ji Yuan and smiled fearlessly: "Marshal Ji, treating prisoners like this during interrogation is against federal law, right?"
He smiled smugly, like a general who was sure of victory: "I'm going to sue you. You broke the law knowingly."
Looking at the ignorant and fearless attitude of the man in front of him, Ji Yuan sneered.
He looked at the man with pity and said lightly: "It seems that you know a lot."
The man smiled smugly, revealing a mouthful of unhealthy yellow teeth. "For your reputation, Marshal, shall we talk?"
Ji Yuan raised his eyebrows, his tone filled with a hint of "you deserve a beating": "Really? It's a pity I don't want to talk to you."
He shrugged: "You don't seem to understand the word rights."
The man was stunned: "What?"
Ji Yuan nodded at the gold-plated badge on his shoulder, raised his eyebrows, and said in a light tone:
"See? I represent the pinnacle of power, so I now dismiss your so-called lawsuit."
After saying this, he bent down slightly and admired the man's angry look with satisfaction.
Tang Qing patted Ji Yuan's shoulder and said, "Here I come."
Ji Yuan stood up and gave them a sincere smile: "I wish you good luck."
After saying that, he turned and walked out of the interrogation room, leaving the space to Tang Qing.
Tang Qing looked at the broken legs of the four men and rubbed his hands with some anticipation.
His students had already very skillfully shackled the hands and feet of several people.
When those people saw that the situation was not right, they all started to struggle hard.
Tang Qing did not give those people a chance to resist. He simply found a broken bone exposed to the air on one of them and pressed it down hard.
The screams like a pig being slaughtered filled the entire interrogation room. Tang Qing remained calm and continued his treatment work calmly.
Through the one-way glass, Ji Yuan quietly watched the "tragic situation" in the interrogation room.
A streak of purple lightning streaked across the wall, disrupting all the surveillance cameras inside and outside the interrogation room.
By the time Tang Qing brought his students out, the four people who were still holding on had all fainted from the severe pain.
They were charged with several crimes, and Ji Yuan waved his hand and sent them all to the serious criminal prison.
The kind that can't be fished out.
When Jing Song heard the news, he did not show any surprise.
He called over his men and spoke in his usual calm tone, "Delete their identities from our internal system. We've given up on them."
He waved his hand casually: "Let them go to jail."
Watching his men leaving, Jing Song's pupils suddenly turned vertical.
He took off his gold-rimmed glasses and threw them aside, then swept all the high-tech products on the table to the ground.
Scales formed on the back of his hands, and his nails began to grow longer and thinner.
Jing Song looked at the empty table in front of him, a hint of coldness gathering in his eyes.
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