Chief Hodges saw that although the atmosphere was a little tense, it was slowly calming down.
He looked at Fang Lang, whose expression had remained calm, and said:
“Fang, how did you find out there was something wrong with this bastard?
This bastard has been with me for five or six years, and I never thought there would be something wrong with him."
After carefully sizing up and down Sebastiao Hodges, the most powerful police chief in São Paulo, Fang Lang did not sense any hostility from him.
Obviously, this incident should have little to do with him.
Fang Lang smiled, put the pistol back into the holster, looked at Chief Hodges with interest and said:
"You are the one who supported the Spear Gang and the Lion Gang, right?"
When Chief Hodges heard Fang Lang's words, his face darkened again, and he nodded helplessly.
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“We are brothers. I will not hide it from you. These two gangs do give me some benefits regularly, and I will also take care of them a little.
But I never thought they would attack you. Believe me, I was completely unaware of this.”
Fang Lang nodded and said:
“Given our brotherly relationship, I naturally believe you.
But when this policeman went to take this Adair Ayala away, he had many ways to get him to his feet.
But he just grabbed the rope that bound the other person's hands.
Why is this? Is it possible that he wanted to untie the rope intentionally?
What’s even more bizarre is that the police officer clearly only needed to push Mr. Ayala to come over, but he pulled out a gun and pointed it at Mr. Ayala’s back.
The muzzle of the gun passed through this gentleman and was pointed directly at me.
And I hate being pointed at with a gun, even if it’s through someone else.”
After hearing Fang Lang's answer, Hodges didn't know how to comment for a moment. After a long while, he reluctantly raised a thumbs up and said to Fang Lang:
"Brother, I have to say that your observation skills are really sharp."
Fang Lang smiled and shook his head, thinking, am I telling you that this is all because of intuition?
“Since these people are related to you, I think you are in trouble now, man.
I think maybe this is all a conspiracy.”
Fang Lang's words made Hodges sigh dejectedly. He wanted to find a place to sit down, but found that there was no place to sit at the scene.
As the police chief, it would certainly be inappropriate for him to sit directly on the ground.
After looking around, Hodges looked towards the car Fang Lang was sitting in and indicated that he wanted to find a place to sit down.
Fang Lang smiled, pointed to the passenger seat of his car, and motioned for the other party to sit down.
Hodges didn't hesitate to open the car door and got in.
The two of them sat one after the other in a car parked on the side of the road, watching the soldiers and policemen of the guard platoon busy at work.
Fang Lang took out two cigars from his pocket and handed one to Hodges.
Hodges took it without hesitation and, through the gap in the car door, watched Fang Lang trimming the cigar with a cigar cutter in the back.
"Do you think it could be Japanese?"
Hodges said hesitantly.
After saying this, he seemed to have thought of something and said:
"The Long Spear Gang and the Lion Gang were both brought in by me to fill the gap left by the Black Dragon Society of Japan after we wiped out the Black Dragon Society last time.
It seems that the only people who want to use conspiracy to trap us all are the Japanese. "
Fang Lang glanced at Hodges and did not answer Hodges' question immediately. Instead, he continued to concentrate on trimming the cigar in his hand.
After trimming, he picked it up and looked at it. Finally, he was satisfied and handed the cigar cutter to Hodges.
After Hodges took the cigar cutter, Fang Lang tried to take out his matches from his pocket, but he only felt a pocket full of M1 Garand rifle bullets.
Reluctantly, he took out all the bullets from his pocket and threw them on the car seat.
Still couldn't find his matches, which made Fang Lang a little annoyed.
Seeing this, Hodges smiled, put down the cigar and cigar cutter in his hand, took out a box of matches from his pocket, lit one, and passed the light to Fang Lang's mouth.
Fang Lang leaned over to light the cigar, took a deep puff, and then opened his mouth and blew out an eye circle.
Then he turned around and asked:
“Hasn’t Sao Paulo been cleared of the Japanese yet?”
Hodges smiled bitterly and shook his head:
"It's not that easy, most Japanese have been forcibly repatriated.
But some Japanese have already formed families with other Brazilians, and some of their families are even quite powerful in Brazil.
We also cannot force them to return directly.”
Fang Lang had anticipated this. It would be impossible to make the Japanese extinct in Brazil, unless there was a virus that specifically targeted the Japanese genes.
Fang Lang recalled the attack he encountered in New York and nodded:
“It’s possible.
But, which officer was that? Didn’t you say he had been following you for many years?
Hodges held the unlit cigar, looked up and thought for a while before saying:
"Yes! I promoted this guy from an ordinary police officer. At the beginning, I thought he was a rare college student, so I wanted him to stay in the office and help me process documents and reports.
Unexpectedly, this guy turned out to be very active and often applied to join frontline police activities.
Gradually he showed some abilities, so he was promoted to police chief and put in charge of some minor public security cases.
I didn’t expect this guy to do such a thing.”
Fang Lang looked at Hodges next to him with a strange look in his eyes.
Is this guy a bad person or does he just not know how to judge people?
If I remember correctly, the last time we launched an operation against the Japanese, it was this guy's secretary who informed the Japanese, causing heavy losses to the police!
Now it’s the sheriff promoted by this guy who wants to assassinate him.
"So, does this guy usually have close ties with these two gangs?"
Hodges nodded and said:
“Of course, this guy is in charge of policing operations, and people from both gangs will often deal with him.
Sometimes, when there is something that these two gangs can’t handle, I also ask him to handle it.”
There is too little intelligence at the moment. Although we can see that this guy has connections with the two gangs, we cannot determine the specific relationship.
Fang Lang shook his head and said:
“It’s no use thinking too much now, we have to investigate slowly.
Fortunately, we have captured these two guys alive, and we can interrogate them slowly."
After saying that, he looked at the black guy who was hit in the knee by him and then hit in the thigh by the policeman.
Seeing the other person lying on the ground, twitching unconsciously in pain, he still wanted to act tough, trying desperately to hold back from crying out.
He smiled and signaled his guards to drag him to the front of their vehicle.
He turned around and glanced at Hodges beside him and said:
"Will you try your people yourself or let me try them all?"
At this time, Hodges waved his hand helplessly, not knowing whether he was discouraged or trying to avoid suspicion:
"Since I want to ignore you, then of course I'll leave it to you to judge."
Fang Lang looked at Hodges seriously, and when he saw that he didn't seem to be joking, he nodded with satisfaction.
Normally, this kind of thing would have to be handed over to the local police station for investigation and interrogation. After all, as a navy officer, Fang Lang did not have the right to interrogate prisoners.
But now that Hodges has no objection, Fang Lang certainly won't be polite.
Fang Lang will not have any mercy on the guy who wants to take his life.
After looking him up and down carefully for a while, I saw beads of sweat the size of soybeans on the black guy's forehead.
At this moment, he no longer looks like the star he was before.
Because the kneecap of his left leg was shattered by Fang Lang's gunshot, and his right thigh was hit by another gunshot, so he couldn't stand at all.
In addition, the guards replaced the ropes that bound his hands with handcuffs. Therefore, after receiving Fang Lang's order, the guards directly grabbed the man's dreadlocks and dragged him directly in front of Fang Lang.
Seeing this black guy who was trying hard not to make any sound, Fang Lang smiled.
He got out of the car and said to the guard who was dragging him:
"We need to be more civilized. These are not German devils on the battlefield in Europe. These are our compatriots, right? Boss."
The leader of the Spear Gang named Adair Ayala looked up at Fang Lang, who had a sincere smile on his face, and spat at him with disdain.
Of course, the saliva he spit out while lying on the ground couldn't go high, and it just landed on Fang Lang's leather shoes.
Fang Lang looked down at the saliva on his leather shoes and said with a smile:
"Look, look, this is wrong, how can you spit anywhere?
That's so uncivilized. I'll wipe it off with your hair, and you'll probably be happy with it!"
After saying that, he rubbed the saliva on his leather shoes onto the other person's hair. The guy's hands were tied and his legs were injured, so he couldn't get up at all. He could only avoid Fang Lang's movements by shaking his head continuously.
Fang Lang laughed and said:
"That's right, that's the way it is! Just shake your head a couple more times and it will be clean."
It was as if the other person was deliberately shaking his head to help him wipe the saliva off his shoes.
Adair Ayala finally couldn't help it and started cursing.
Fang Lang heard the other party's scolding, looked at him calmly and said:
"You can't help but speak now? I thought you were going to hold back and not make any sound!
Don't worry, I hope you can stay in such a good mood today."
After that, he picked up a sharp-looking stone from the ground and said to Adel Ayala on the ground:
“Both of your legs look badly injured, let me check them for you.
But I don't have any scissors at hand right now, so I might need to use this to cut open your pants to see the wound. This process might be a little painful, I hope you don't mind."
Fang Lang signaled to the guards, and two of them came forward and pinned him to the ground. Fang Lang walked to the wound on the other's right thigh, squatted down, and took a look at the bloody trouser leg.
As if talking to himself:
"Well! Fortunately, the aorta was not injured.
Just bear with it for a while and let me check your wound."
After saying that, he used the sharp stone to cut his wound. As soon as it touched the wound, Adair Ayala could no longer hold back and cried out in pain.
But Fang Lang seemed unaware and continued to use the sharp stone to cut the opponent's trouser legs back and forth repeatedly.
It was said that he was cutting the other person's trouser leg, but no matter who watched, it looked like he was dismembering one of the other person's legs.
After all, Adel Ayala was just a gangster, how could he endure such torture?
The tough guy image he had been pretending to have collapsed instantly, and he began to beg for mercy loudly:
"Oh!...Don't cut it, I beg you.
If you want to know something, just ask! "
Fang Lang said innocently:
"No! You misunderstood me. I just checked your wound. I didn't want to know anything from you!
Don't worry, your pants aren't thick, and you can cut them open and see the wound soon."
Adair Ayala cursed in his heart! Do I need you to check my wound?
If you keep cutting, I don't know if my pants will be torn, but there will definitely be a long cut on my thigh.
This is like cutting meat with a blunt knife!
But Adel Ayala never dared to curse at the other party again, because he felt that this guy was a lunatic.
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