Chapter 972 Intimidation

Late, 7:06.

Zheng Xian has been sitting in the interrogation room for nearly thirty minutes.

Just after 6:30, he was still "sitting on guard" with the investigation team, signaling to the police officers to "be steady"... and "for the safety of the hostages, don't act rashly."

Unexpectedly... in the blink of an eye, he was locked in the interrogation room and asked to hand over his cell phone.

Although no one has handcuffed him at this moment, Zheng Xian is already extremely panicked...

Click——

Just as Deputy Director Zheng was thinking wildly, someone opened the door.

There were three people who came in. The leader was Zheng Xian's immediate boss, Director Zhu of this branch. Behind Director Zhu were two young men... One of them looked decent, well-dressed, and his appearance and temperament gave people a sense of self-reliance that was inconsistent with his age; while the other... passed Too many descriptions are meaningless. We can summarize it in three words - "Feng Bujue".

"Director Zhu... what's going on?" Zheng Xian stood up from his chair immediately, looked at the director and asked, "Is there any misunderstanding here?"

Director Zhu looked at him expressionlessly, was silent for two seconds, and replied: "These two... are officers of higher-level departments." He ●, paused, "They have a few questions to ask you... Just tell the truth."

After that, Director Zhu looked at Bao Qing again: "Sir, I'll go out first."

"Yes." Bao Qing nodded, neither humble nor overbearing, "Thank you for your hard work."

"Eh? Director Zhu... this... this is..." Zheng Xian wanted to call the director, but the other party walked out without looking back and closed the door behind him.

"Okay~ Deputy Director Zheng, it's useless for you to talk to anyone about this matter." Feng Bujue took a few steps forward and came to the table, "Please sit down. Let's sit down and talk."

Hearing this, Zheng Xian looked Feng Bujue up and down with a rather hostile look, then took a breath of air from his nose and sat down sideways.

There are four interrogation rooms in this branch, all with similar layouts...

There is a table in the middle of the space of about twenty square meters. The table on the side near the door. There are two chairs for the interrogators to sit on; on the opposite side, there is only one chair next to the table on the other side for the person being interrogated to sit on.

All tables and chairs are fixed to the floor and cannot be moved; the side with only one seat has several small metal rings installed on the table top and at the corners of the table that can be used to fix cuff chains.

There are two incandescent light tubes installed at the top of the interrogation room, and a desk lamp is placed on the table. The desk lamp is naturally placed on the half of the table near the door; in addition... there are also buttons on the two opposite corners of the ceiling. A movable monitoring probe.

After Zheng Xian sat down. Bao Qing walked to one of the surveillance probes with ease... and pulled out the plug.

Then, he strolled towards another probe on the opposite side of the room...

Feng Bujue, on the other hand, just sat down opposite Zheng Xian silently, staring at Deputy Director Zheng's face with a half-smile. His expression was like that of a cook looking at a piece of good food and wondering how to cook it... …

"You...what do you mean?" Zheng Xian's spine went cold after being stared at by Brother Jue. He tried his best to act calmly and asked a question.

Feng Bujue ignored his question and asked instead: "It was around 4:30 this afternoon. You answered a phone call in the toilet."

Before he finished speaking, cold sweat was already flowing from Zheng Xian's temples.

"Who is on the other end of the phone? What are we looking for for?" Feng Bujue asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Even though I felt a little guilty. Zheng Xian still pretended to be calm and replied.

"Huh... I don't know..." Feng Bujue said, taking out a transparent evidence bag from his arms. The bag contained Zheng Xian's mobile phone, "Deputy Director Zheng, you are also a police officer. Yes, you should know...even if you delete the call history on your phone, there are still many ways to check your call."

Zheng Xian didn't speak, but just avoided Brother Jue's eyes.

"Hmph..." Feng Bujue snorted coldly when he saw this, and continued, "I... I can probably guess what you are thinking... What do you think. If we have found something, even the phone recording is available ...There is no need to ask you again. Since we are questioning you now, it means that...we have not obtained any substantive information, and it is just a bluff."

Zheng Xian was still silent.

"Ha..." Feng Bujue looked at the other party's reaction and chuckled, "Yes, we are indeed at a deadlock. Because the person who called you was very cautious. He used a disposable mobile phone card and used Technical means rerouted and interfered with this communication... Therefore, nothing was left except the call record... It was neither traceable nor recorded. "

Hearing this, an imperceptible smile appeared on Zheng Xian's lips.

"Two...sirs." Zheng Xian finally replied at this time. Brother Jue's last sentence gave him reassurance, "I did receive an inexplicable phone call this afternoon, but the person on the other end of the phone was just I was just trying to sell something, so I hung up after a few perfunctory words. As for the situation you mentioned... I really don’t know.”

"Oh..." Brother Jue nodded, "When you heard me say... you couldn't find anything, you changed from 'don't know' to 'not sure', right?"

Zheng Xian did not respond to this question. He had interrogated many suspects himself. When to reply and when to remain silent... he knew better than anyone else.

"However..." The next second, Feng Bujue changed the subject, "The caution, or rather... professionalism, of the person on the other end of the phone just proves that the person calling you is no ordinary person."

Zheng Xian sneered when he heard this, because Brother Jue's words could not prove anything at all.

"By the way, I haven't asked for advice yet..." Zheng Xian did not answer the other party's words, but asked himself, "What are your last names, two officers? In which department are you most senior?"

"Do you care?" Bao Qing, who was standing by the table, responded coldly.

"Haha... I just wanted to ask." Zheng Xian said, and arrogantly took out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, picked one up, and prepared to light it for himself.

"Deputy Director Zheng, I find that you seem to be blindly optimistic about your situation..." After a pause for a few seconds, Feng Bujue continued. "Do you think we can't do anything to you? Or do you think... the worst result is just to be 'skinned' (usually used to describe evil officials being dismissed from their posts)?"

"Sir... ugh -" Zheng Xian lit up his cigarette and took a puff, "I have already answered the questions you asked. Does it mean that just by answering a sales call... I have committed some heinous crime?"

"You want to discuss crime with us, right..." Bao Qing said, taking out a mobile phone from his pocket. He looked at the screen and said, "Zheng Xian, what is your annual salary?"

"This..." Zheng Xian looked up at the other party and did not reply immediately... He was thinking about whether there was any trap in this question.

"No matter how much it is..." Bao Qing didn't wait for his answer, but after pressing a few keys, he displayed an online banking transfer interface in front of Zheng Xian, "...it must be far less than this number. Right?"

The moment his eyes came into contact with the screen, Zheng Xian's expression changed suddenly.

"You..." Deputy Director Zheng stood up from his chair, "...how could you have me..."

"What's yours?" Feng Bujue interrupted him. "Does this account have anything to do with you? Or should I ask..." Brother Jue paused for half a second, then continued, "These are the accounts in the wallet company opened in the name of your wife's brother's. ~What does this huge amount of cash have to do with you?”

Every time he said the word "的", his tone became higher, and he pronounced it as if he was speaking.

"I...I..." Zheng Xian was speechless.

"Deputy Director Zheng, I said you were blindly optimistic... and you still don't think so." Feng Bujue said, "Who do you think we are?" This was not a question to him, and he had no intention of giving a clear answer. "We are not the kind of people who will let you go to court..." His face became extremely gloomy, "We are the kind of people... who will make you evaporate from the earth..."

"This is the police station!" I don't know whether it was out of anger or to embolden myself. Zheng Xian roared immediately.

Bang——

The next second, he was punched in the face.

Immediately afterwards, Zheng Xian stumbled and sat down, looking stunned.

He was stunned for a long time, until he felt a chill everywhere in his body, and he instinctively reached out to touch it. I saw my own nosebleed... and then I came back to my senses.

"You...you dare to hit someone!" Zheng Xian covered his nose and shouted angrily at Feng Bujue.

Before he finished speaking, Feng Bujue stood up: "You didn't expect that, did you?" He smiled, "The punch I just gave was mainly to broaden your thinking. Let you think about 'I can't be arrested in the police station. The stereotype of two unidentified people violently breaking up." He paused. "With this first step...our communication can be smoother."

"You...you..." Zheng Xian was shocked and angry, but he really couldn't do anything to the other party. If he wanted to fight back... it would really not be a wise move for him, a slightly fat middle-aged man, to fight with two young people.

"Okay, I'll show you what I can do with violence first." Feng Bujue said, "If I don't get satisfactory feedback in a while, I can gradually upgrade to minor injuries, serious injuries, disability, or... You know." He spread his hands, "But... Is death really scary? I don't think so... Especially those criminals who are related to corruption, many of them are not afraid of death... because most of their criminal proceeds are gone. Recovery; we can often see some extremely corrupt people imprisoned when they are gray-haired, but the losses they have caused to the country and people have not been made up, and their families are still enjoying their illegal gains and freedom overseas. comfortable……"

While Brother Jue was speaking, he came to Zheng Xian's side, stood leaning on the edge of the table, and continued: "Of course, you are not at that level yet, but the nature is similar... and the real weakness of people like you... …We know everything.”

At this point, Bao Qing walked to the other side of Zheng Xian, held up his mobile phone and said, "As long as I move my fingers, all the deposits in this account will become charity donations." He paused for two seconds and added , "Believe me... once the operation is completed, you will never get the money back."

"If you think money is something external to you, that's okay..." Feng Bujue added, "As a human being... we still need to talk about feelings. I can introduce your wife and ** to meet each other in person tonight and have a meal together. Let’s have a meal and a cup of tea or something.”

"Oh... By the way..." Bao Qing added at this time: "As far as we know, the brother-in-law who manages the company for you seems to like to go to Fengyue places. If you often go to such places, you will inevitably encounter When you see someone who is provoking trouble, you think... what if he is 'accidentally injured' in a fight and has no descendants... how unjust it would be..."

"Speaking of relatives... I suddenly thought of..." In less than a second, Feng Bujue continued, "Your son is going to study at a fake university in the evil land of American imperialism next year, right? If he suddenly has a criminal record for some reason... do you think... can he still get a passport?"

"This is not a passport issue..." Bao Qing complained in a relaxed tone, "In that case... whether he can get a high school diploma is a problem."

"That's right... and he is an adult..." Feng Bujue said, "After entering prison, let people know that he has a father who is a corrupt policeman. Those days... Tsk tsk tsk..."

The two of them sang in unison, with a tacit understanding, and frightened Zheng Xian so much that his face turned blue and purple, and his nosebleed was scared back.

"I..." Zheng Xian's cigarette fell to the ground, his hands trembling, "I'll tell you everything... Please spare me..."

"Hey~ That's right." Feng Bujue patted his shoulder, "If you had been like this, I wouldn't have fought you." He was the only one who believed what he said, "As long as you tell the truth, we can just forget about the small matter of taking bribes. Isn't it just that you made 8 million in a dozen years... Can this be called a big deal?"

Bao Qing glared at Jue Ge, and his eyes seemed to say: "You are a fake agent of the Ninth Division, but you are so arrogant."

…………

It was 7:53 in the evening.

Feng Bujue and Bao Qing left the interrogation room and came to a lounge specially prepared for them.

Xiao Tan and Zen Ge were also waiting for them in this lounge.

"What's going on?" Xiao Tan asked impatiently when he saw them come in.

"Well... things are not simple..." Bao Qing said as he sat down.

"Why?" Brother Chan continued, "Does Deputy Director Zheng have a strong backer?"

"That's not the case..." Bao Qing frowned, "He's just a small character, but..."

"To use an analogy, the person who called Zheng Xian is like a chess player sitting in front of a chessboard..." At this time, Brother Jue spoke, "And Zheng Xian... is just a pawn on the chessboard; in that person's hand, there are many pawns like Zheng Xian, which can be used when necessary... Similarly, they can be discarded when necessary..."

"Oh my... So the person who kidnapped Gui Xiao is very powerful..." Brother Chan said in surprise.

"Haha... You guessed wrong again." Feng Bujue smiled, "The perpetrator of the kidnapping and the 'mastermind' of the incident are also just 'pawns'..." At this point, Brother Jue's smile actually flashed a hint of excitement, "But... There is another person in this matter, who plays the role of 'planner', that is, the 'chess player' I just mentioned..." He licked his lips, "This person... is very interesting." (To be continued..)