Chapter 882
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"Mister," Qin Fei said, "I have an unkind request."
"What kind invitation?" Mister frowned and looked at Qin Fei for a moment. Suddenly he smiled: "do you want to pull me into the gang!?"
"That's right." Qin Fei said, "you also said that tiyo is safe for the time being. There are thousands of mercenaries in my training camp there all year round, and I have a good relationship with the Ministry of national defense. You can get asylum by joining us."
"Shelter?" Mister showed a row of snow-white teeth and smiled. "It's unsafe for people chased and killed by the flying eagle plan to hide anywhere. I said, you don't know who you offended."
"With the development of the flying eagle program, its organization has become too large. In this way, it is not as simple as an organization. It is an ecosystem at the top of the food chain. In this ecosystem, or the most rich and powerful people in the world, they are also divided into grades and grades. Some small shrimps in that circle are outside the circle and in the eyes of ordinary people He may be a figure above the peak, a minister of a country, or a member of Parliament of a country, but in that circle, he may be just a shrimp, okay? "
"They don't know how deep the water in their ecosystem is. Even some people don't know who the person standing at the top of the pyramid is. They just act under orders, just like the hierarchical Illuminati. Do you think you will be safe on this planet if you offend such a person?"
"But don't you live well? It's been two years since the accident, and you haven't died on the street." Qin Fei said with a smile.
Mister said: "I have someone behind me to support me and cover me, otherwise I will die early. Of course, I will not reveal who is behind me. If I fall into the hands of the flying eagle organization one day, I would rather commit suicide than reveal any truth."
"I am not interested in who you are loyal to." Qin Fei said, "there is an old saying that the enemy of the enemy is a friend. I think the ultimate goal of you and me is the same. In that case, why not work together?"
Mister hung his head for a moment, waved his hand and said, "let's talk about it later. Can I see DRAs now?"
"Of course, please help yourself." Qin Fei gave way to the roof and told him, "but one thing, I hope you save your life for DRAs. I'm still useful."
"What's the use of such human scum?" Mister disagreed. "Once upon a time, as long as I get the information I want, I will kill them immediately. It's a waste of food for such people to stay in the world."
Then he went straight to the roof.
Qin Fei thinks the former delta member is really interesting. Perhaps because of the nature of their troops, they have to sneak into the enemy's rear very lonely all year round and perform some dangerous tasks, which leads to their rebellious character and somewhat maverick style.
Mister went upstairs. Kun guess looked at him and looked at Qin Fei behind mister.
Qin Fei winked and motioned to give Dellas to Mister.
Kun guess did it and stepped aside.
DRAs is awake.
But he hasn't figured out what happened. Now the opposition congressman, who usually looks serious, speaks impassioned and upright, is as embarrassed as a tramp on the street.
During the conversation between Qin Fei and mister, he kept begging kunchai to let him go. Because his hands were tied to death, DRAs lay on the ground like a maggot and squirmed to kunchai's feet. He almost didn't stretch out his tongue to lick the upper of kunchai's combat boots.
Kun guess has a good relationship with Zhuxing. This time Zhuxing was framed by DRAs. How can he easily spare this old thing?
Although Qin Fei had told him that he could not lay a heavy hand on DRAs before the trial, it was OK to slap him in the face.
Kun guessed that his hand was a little heavy. DRAs's cheek was swollen and high. Tears and snot flowed down and stuck to his face, and then stuck to the dust on the ground. His face was yellow, white and black, becoming a big flower face.
"I beg you... Please..."
DRAs is still kowtowing and begging for mercy.
Mister came up to him, squatted down, looked at the embarrassed congressman and asked, "I ask questions quickly and won't repeat too much, because I don't have much patience, you know?"
"Know... Know..." Dellas trembled like chaff.
"You're responsible for receiving heroin from the military base in Port au Prince, Haiti, aren't you?" Mister asked directly.
Dellas's eyes were rolling, and he didn't answer immediately.
Mister took out a sharp small folding knife from his trouser pocket, opened it, and gently put the blade on DRAs's neck.
The sharp blade made a shallow cut in DRAs's skin and exuded a little blood.
Dellas felt like an ant nibbling on his neck, and felt the cold feeling.
"No... no..."
"Again, are you responsible for receiving it and assigning it to your black police to drug traffickers?"
"Yes... Yes... It's me, I'm damned..." Dellas begged, "it's my obsession..."
"Don't tell me that." Mister continued straight to the point. "Ask another question. When you're done, I'll let you go."
"Do you really let me go?" Dellas seemed to see hope and his eyes lit up.
"Of course," said mister. "I have no grudge against you."
"You ask... I say..." Dellas struggled, moved his body and half sat up.
"Who contacted you? Who was responsible for delivering the goods here?"
Dellas shook his head desperately: "I really don't know, I don't know..."
"It seems that you really don't want to cooperate with me?" Mister put the folding knife on DRAs's suit and gently pulled it. The cloth of the suit suddenly cracked: "I don't need to use this knife to deal with you. It's more uncomfortable to be cut off from the body by people than to die."
Dellas turned pale with fear.
"I really don't know. Every time he comes, he doesn't say his name. He only uses a d letter to represent himself. We all call him Mr. D. and his clothes are the same as yours. There's nothing special. I don't even know which department he belongs to..."
Mister nodded: "I believe you're telling the truth, but don't worry, I knew you wouldn't know his name, but I have something here..."
He took out a few folded photos from his pocket, unfolded them like playing cards in front of drasmi, then took out his mobile phone, turned on the flashlight function and took those photos.
"I know Mr. D is in these photos. This should not be wrong. I don't need you to tell me his name or his rank. I just need you to select him for me from these people."
Mister said, "after all this, I promise I won't kill you."
Dellas looked pale at the photos in front of him, his eyes sweeping from the first to the last.
The more he looked, the whiter his face became.
"Why? Don't tell you that you have Alzheimer's disease and don't remember anything." Mister's tone was full of threats.
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"Mister," Qin Fei said, "I have an unkind request."
"What kind invitation?" Mister frowned and looked at Qin Fei for a moment. Suddenly he smiled: "do you want to pull me into the gang!?"
"That's right." Qin Fei said, "you also said that tiyo is safe for the time being. There are thousands of mercenaries in my training camp there all year round, and I have a good relationship with the Ministry of national defense. You can get asylum by joining us."
"Shelter?" Mister showed a row of snow-white teeth and smiled. "It's unsafe for people chased and killed by the flying eagle plan to hide anywhere. I said, you don't know who you offended."
"With the development of the flying eagle program, its organization has become too large. In this way, it is not as simple as an organization. It is an ecosystem at the top of the food chain. In this ecosystem, or the most rich and powerful people in the world, they are also divided into grades and grades. Some small shrimps in that circle are outside the circle and in the eyes of ordinary people He may be a figure above the peak, a minister of a country, or a member of Parliament of a country, but in that circle, he may be just a shrimp, okay? "
"They don't know how deep the water in their ecosystem is. Even some people don't know who the person standing at the top of the pyramid is. They just act under orders, just like the hierarchical Illuminati. Do you think you will be safe on this planet if you offend such a person?"
"But don't you live well? It's been two years since the accident, and you haven't died on the street." Qin Fei said with a smile.
Mister said: "I have someone behind me to support me and cover me, otherwise I will die early. Of course, I will not reveal who is behind me. If I fall into the hands of the flying eagle organization one day, I would rather commit suicide than reveal any truth."
"I am not interested in who you are loyal to." Qin Fei said, "there is an old saying that the enemy of the enemy is a friend. I think the ultimate goal of you and me is the same. In that case, why not work together?"
Mister hung his head for a moment, waved his hand and said, "let's talk about it later. Can I see DRAs now?"
"Of course, please help yourself." Qin Fei gave way to the roof and told him, "but one thing, I hope you save your life for DRAs. I'm still useful."
"What's the use of such human scum?" Mister disagreed. "Once upon a time, as long as I get the information I want, I will kill them immediately. It's a waste of food for such people to stay in the world."
Then he went straight to the roof.
Qin Fei thinks the former delta member is really interesting. Perhaps because of the nature of their troops, they have to sneak into the enemy's rear very lonely all year round and perform some dangerous tasks, which leads to their rebellious character and somewhat maverick style.
Mister went upstairs. Kun guess looked at him and looked at Qin Fei behind mister.
Qin Fei winked and motioned to give Dellas to Mister.
Kun guess did it and stepped aside.
DRAs is awake.
But he hasn't figured out what happened. Now the opposition congressman, who usually looks serious, speaks impassioned and upright, is as embarrassed as a tramp on the street.
During the conversation between Qin Fei and mister, he kept begging kunchai to let him go. Because his hands were tied to death, DRAs lay on the ground like a maggot and squirmed to kunchai's feet. He almost didn't stretch out his tongue to lick the upper of kunchai's combat boots.
Kun guess has a good relationship with Zhuxing. This time Zhuxing was framed by DRAs. How can he easily spare this old thing?
Although Qin Fei had told him that he could not lay a heavy hand on DRAs before the trial, it was OK to slap him in the face.
Kun guessed that his hand was a little heavy. DRAs's cheek was swollen and high. Tears and snot flowed down and stuck to his face, and then stuck to the dust on the ground. His face was yellow, white and black, becoming a big flower face.
"I beg you... Please..."
DRAs is still kowtowing and begging for mercy.
Mister came up to him, squatted down, looked at the embarrassed congressman and asked, "I ask questions quickly and won't repeat too much, because I don't have much patience, you know?"
"Know... Know..." Dellas trembled like chaff.
"You're responsible for receiving heroin from the military base in Port au Prince, Haiti, aren't you?" Mister asked directly.
Dellas's eyes were rolling, and he didn't answer immediately.
Mister took out a sharp small folding knife from his trouser pocket, opened it, and gently put the blade on DRAs's neck.
The sharp blade made a shallow cut in DRAs's skin and exuded a little blood.
Dellas felt like an ant nibbling on his neck, and felt the cold feeling.
"No... no..."
"Again, are you responsible for receiving it and assigning it to your black police to drug traffickers?"
"Yes... Yes... It's me, I'm damned..." Dellas begged, "it's my obsession..."
"Don't tell me that." Mister continued straight to the point. "Ask another question. When you're done, I'll let you go."
"Do you really let me go?" Dellas seemed to see hope and his eyes lit up.
"Of course," said mister. "I have no grudge against you."
"You ask... I say..." Dellas struggled, moved his body and half sat up.
"Who contacted you? Who was responsible for delivering the goods here?"
Dellas shook his head desperately: "I really don't know, I don't know..."
"It seems that you really don't want to cooperate with me?" Mister put the folding knife on DRAs's suit and gently pulled it. The cloth of the suit suddenly cracked: "I don't need to use this knife to deal with you. It's more uncomfortable to be cut off from the body by people than to die."
Dellas turned pale with fear.
"I really don't know. Every time he comes, he doesn't say his name. He only uses a d letter to represent himself. We all call him Mr. D. and his clothes are the same as yours. There's nothing special. I don't even know which department he belongs to..."
Mister nodded: "I believe you're telling the truth, but don't worry, I knew you wouldn't know his name, but I have something here..."
He took out a few folded photos from his pocket, unfolded them like playing cards in front of drasmi, then took out his mobile phone, turned on the flashlight function and took those photos.
"I know Mr. D is in these photos. This should not be wrong. I don't need you to tell me his name or his rank. I just need you to select him for me from these people."
Mister said, "after all this, I promise I won't kill you."
Dellas looked pale at the photos in front of him, his eyes sweeping from the first to the last.
The more he looked, the whiter his face became.
"Why? Don't tell you that you have Alzheimer's disease and don't remember anything." Mister's tone was full of threats.
"Mister," Qin Fei said, "I have an unkind request.""What kind invitation?" Mister frowned and looked at Qin Fei for a moment. Suddenly he smiled: "do you want to pull me into the gang!?""That's right." Qin Fei said, "you also said that tiyo is safe for the time being. There are thousands of mercenaries in my training camp there all year round, and I have a good relationship with the Ministry of national defense. You can get asylum by joining us.""Shelter?" Mister showed a row of snow-white teeth and smiled. "It's unsafe for people chased and killed by the flying eagle plan to hide anywhere. I said, you don't know who you offended.""With the development of the flying eagle program, its organization has become too large. In this way, it is not as simple as an organization. It is an ecosystem at the top of the food chain. In this ecosystem, or the most rich and powerful people in the world, they are also divided into grades and grades. Some small shrimps in that circle are outside the circle and in the eyes of ordinary people He may be a figure above the peak, a minister of a country, or a member of Parliament of a country, but in that circle, he may be just a shrimp, okay? ""They don't know how deep the water in their ecosystem is. Even some people don't know who the person standing at the top of the pyramid is. They just act under orders, just like the hierarchical Illuminati. Do you think you will be safe on this planet if you offend such a person?""But don't you live well? It's been two years since the accident, and you haven't died on the street." Qin Fei said with a smile.Mister said: "I have someone behind me to support me and cover me, otherwise I will die early. Of course, I will not reveal who is behind me. If I fall into the hands of the flying eagle organization one day, I would rather commit suicide than reveal any truth.""I am not interested in who you are loyal to." Qin Fei said, "there is an old saying that the enemy of the enemy is a friend. I think the ultimate goal of you and me is the same. In that case, why not work together?"Mister hung his head for a moment, waved his hand and said, "let's talk about it later. Can I see DRAs now?""Of course, please help yourself." Qin Fei gave way to the roof and told him, "but one thing, I hope you save your life for DRAs. I'm still useful.""What's the use of such human scum?" Mister disagreed. "Once upon a time, as long as I get the information I want, I will kill them immediately. It's a waste of food for such people to stay in the world."Then he went straight to the roof.Qin Fei thinks the former delta member is really interesting. Perhaps because of the nature of their troops, they have to sneak into the enemy's rear very lonely all year round and perform some dangerous tasks, which leads to their rebellious character and somewhat maverick style.Mister went upstairs. Kun guess looked at him and looked at Qin Fei behind mister.Qin Fei winked and motioned to give Dellas to Mister.Kun guess did it and stepped aside.DRAs is awake.But he hasn't figured out what happened. Now the opposition congressman, who usually looks serious, speaks impassioned and upright, is as embarrassed as a tramp on the street.During the conversation between Qin Fei and mister, he kept begging kunchai to let him go. Because his hands were tied to death, DRAs lay on the ground like a maggot and squirmed to kunchai's feet. He almost didn't stretch out his tongue to lick the upper of kunchai's combat boots.Kun guess has a good relationship with Zhuxing. This time Zhuxing was framed by DRAs. How can he easily spare this old thing?Although Qin Fei had told him that he could not lay a heavy hand on DRAs before the trial, it was OK to slap him in the face.Kun guessed that his hand was a little heavy. DRAs's cheek was swollen and high. Tears and snot flowed down and stuck to his face, and then stuck to the dust on the ground. His face was yellow, white and black, becoming a big flower face."I beg you... Please..."DRAs is still kowtowing and begging for mercy.Mister came up to him, squatted down, looked at the embarrassed congressman and asked, "I ask questions quickly and won't repeat too much, because I don't have much patience, you know?""Know... Know..." Dellas trembled like chaff."You're responsible for receiving heroin from the military base in Port au Prince, Haiti, aren't you?" Mister asked directly.Dellas's eyes were rolling, and he didn't answer immediately.Mister took out a sharp small folding knife from his trouser pocket, opened it, and gently put the blade on DRAs's neck.The sharp blade made a shallow cut in DRAs's skin and exuded a little blood.Dellas felt like an ant nibbling on his neck, and felt the cold feeling."No... no...""Again, are you responsible for receiving it and assigning it to your black police to drug traffickers?""Yes... Yes... It's me, I'm damned..." Dellas begged, "it's my obsession...""Don't tell me that." Mister continued straight to the point. "Ask another question. When you're done, I'll let you go.""Do you really let me go?" Dellas seemed to see hope and his eyes lit up."Of course," said mister. "I have no grudge against you.""You ask... I say..." Dellas struggled, moved his body and half sat up."Who contacted you? Who was responsible for delivering the goods here?"Dellas shook his head desperately: "I really don't know, I don't know...""It seems that you really don't want to cooperate with me?" Mister put the folding knife on DRAs's suit and gently pulled it. The cloth of the suit suddenly cracked: "I don't need to use this knife to deal with you. It's more uncomfortable to be cut off from the body by people than to die."Dellas turned pale with fear."I really don't know. Every time he comes, he doesn't say his name. He only uses a d letter to represent himself. We all call him Mr. D. and his clothes are the same as yours. There's nothing special. I don't even know which department he belongs to..."Mister nodded: "I believe you're telling the truth, but don't worry, I knew you wouldn't know his name, but I have something here..."He took out a few folded photos from his pocket, unfolded them like playing cards in front of drasmi, then took out his mobile phone, turned on the flashlight function and took those photos."I know Mr. D is in these photos. This should not be wrong. I don't need you to tell me his name or his rank. I just need you to select him for me from these people."Mister said, "after all this, I promise I won't kill you."Dellas looked pale at the photos in front of him, his eyes sweeping from the first to the last.The more he looked, the whiter his face became."Why? Don't tell you that you have Alzheimer's disease and don't remember anything." Mister's tone was full of threats.
