Soon, some people were watching on the roadside, and Xiuen seemed to have not seen it. I don’t know if it was because he had accumulated too much resentment in his long-term surveillance life, or because he had too much pressure in recent times, in short, he needed a way to vent. There was no doubt that tossing out an informant who deceived him was undoubtedly a good way to relieve stress. He walked to the side of the little man and looked at a bar of sharp leg bones that had penetrated the muscles from above his knees. Xiuen sneered a few times, and the guy laughing was shaking violently.

"Come on, keep running. Today, as long as you can run a hundred meters from here, I will not care about what you deceived me before, and I will take you to the hospital. But if you can't run a hundred meters, you know what you are going to do!"

Not to mention one hundred meters, even ten meters is a very difficult thing. The pain tortures this poor guy all the time. He pinched his thighs with both hands and looked at the blood that kept oozing out of the wound in horror. Du Lin suspected that he was not listening to Xiuen at all.

Sure enough, when he looked up at Xiuen crying and looked at Xiuen's eyes with only confusion except hatred and fear, Xiuen lifted him up again with shame and anger, and then pushed him hard again. The poor guy, no matter whether he wanted to, his broken leg would bear a certain amount of strength during the fall. This has nothing to do with control, it was an instinct that has been accumulated continuously after thirty-four years.

He howled again and fell to the ground, pinching his thighs and rolling in pain, and a burst of cold air came from the crowd watching.

Xiuen looked up at the crowd around him. These passers-by who didn't know the truth took a step back. Only then did he realize that he was no longer an agent. He was the main person in charge of an institution and he was also a "face" person. He glared at the guy on the ground fiercely, grabbed his good leg, and dragged him into the car. During the process, the guy struggled powerlessly for a few times. Unfortunately, his face and Xiuen's soles had a few intimate contacts, and then gave up the futile resistance.

When people saw that there was no fun, they naturally dispersed. The two cars drove out of the city one by one. The unlucky guy lying on the bottom of the rear carriage cried and begged for mercy. However, this time Xiuen seemed to be determined to set a model. If you want to blame, you can only blame him for his bad luck and hit Xiuen's gun, becoming a model "model" for Xiuen to set a model.

The more the car drove to the suburbs, the louder the guy's begging for mercy. He was afraid that Xiuen would kill him if he was unhappy in the suburbs and then found a place to bury him. The more timid the person, the more he cherished his life. If it weren't for inconvenient legs, he would want to climb out and kneel in front of Xiuen to ask for his forgiveness.

The car finally stopped at the edge of the city circle, and the outside of a road was covered with weeds. If it was summer, there would be many short shrubs and some tall plants to cover the wild. Xiuen dragged the guy down from the back of the car, then took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it, and then took out his pistol. He said to the guy's other intact leg: "If you don't want to spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair in prison, I think you should provide some valuable information, such as who asked you to give me a wrong information, which delayed my chance to check the warehouse?"

The unlucky guy with cold sweat only answered a little later. From the time Xiuen finished his question and when he started to answer, the difference between less than five seconds, a bullet penetrated his thigh. The hot shell penetrated his thigh and remained between his skin and the sand. When he did not feel the pain of the gunshot wound, he felt the scalding pain first. His body trembled, and a stream of yellow liquid overflowed from his crotch pants.

"The second time, who asked you to give me the wrong information, what his name is, where he lives, and where he likes to appear. If you still ask me to wait, the third time my bullet will penetrate your head. You have three seconds, and now you can answer!" Xiuen raised his arm and looked at the watch on his wrist. Before he could report the first number, the guy immediately returned to his answer.

"His name is William, and he lives next to the 'Kanglai Le Club' two hundred meters north of the intersection of 7th and 5th Streets. He stays in the club for one night every day, where you can find him!" He rushed forward and hugged Xiu'en's leg, almost let Xiu'en shoot and smash his head, "Please, have you seen how much blood is flowing in me? I'm dizzy now, and my wound is numb. I feel very uncomfortable. Please take me to the hospital. I feel that I can't hold on for too much time!"

Xiuen shook his legs and did not shake it off. He used the gun to scare him away and shook his head and said, "It's not enough, it's not enough. Keep saying, I've been deceived by you more than once!"

Sometimes, only such a barbaric law enforcement method is the most effective in places far away from the core of the empire. Although it makes people feel that Xiuen’s actions are too excessive, these people will just take this trick. Here, if the law enforcement is civilized like the "civilized" cities in the core of the empire, this guy will not only not cooperate, but also very likely to make trouble for Xiuen with confidence. The further away from civilization, the more barbaric it will naturally be. It is precisely this barbaric that is the most feared and the most believing rule of life that people living here fear here.

In the fear of death, he issued three names in total, William was just one of them, a bartender named Glenn and a teacher named Lourand.

After getting the answer he wanted, Xiuen dragged him into the car again, and then walked to the side of Dulin's car in his expectant eyes, opened the car door and sat in.

"I want to congratulate you on regaining freedom. How about it? Does the taste of losing freedom make you feel that freedom is so beautiful?" He took out a cigarette and handed it to Du Lin, and took a deep breath himself, "Did you see it? There are such people in the whole city. Sometimes I really want to send their prison to Li for decades or hundreds of years. It is best not to come out for the rest of my life, so that they can slowly rot in it!"

"You heard what he said just now. Do me a favor. The person named William, please check it out and see whose order he followed. I will find two other guys, and I will trouble you about the matter here."

Du Lin understood the meaning of Xiuen as soon as he heard it. Generally speaking, the person who was first confessed has two special factors. The first is that this person may be an unimportant minion and does not know anything valuable. He uses this method of confessing to transfer the pressure on himself. He will not be held accountable if there is any problem in the future. The second is that this person may have any gaps and hatred with him, and he hopes to use Xiuen's hands to repair this guy well.
Chapter completed!