Just as Long Qi drove away and Lin Zicong monitored Xia Lan at the same time.

JD.com remote suburbs.

In an abandoned chemical factory, it was gloomy and dark.

This chemical factory has been shut down for five years and has been overgrown with weeds. Due to pollution nearby, no one lives within a radius of three or five miles.

In a rusty iron house, the lights are bright.

There were more than a dozen people in the iron house, all of whom were frightened and trembling all over.

If Long Qi was there, he would have known several of them.

Boss Zhu and his group of men.

Boss Zhu and the mouse were broken by Long Qi, and were tragically traumatized by the third brother. What happened that night would definitely become a nightmare that he would never erase for the rest of his life.

And the third brother drank a whole bottle of mineral water that had been added, and inserted himself into a useless person on the spot.

If it weren't for Boss Zhu's hands coming quickly, Boss Zhu and the other three would probably not be able to keep their mouths in the end.

More than a dozen outlaws, there was no arrogance at this time. It seemed that in the past two days, they had encountered something extremely terrifying, with a look of fear on their faces, and some people were in a state of collapse.

With a clang, the iron house opened from outside and three men in black came in.

Two of them were as cold as iron, but the middle-aged man in the middle smiled warmly.

Although he was laughing, his eyes were full of death.

The middle-aged man in black gently took out a snow-white handkerchief and covered him with his mouth and coughed gently twice, then smiled at Mr. Zhu and said:

"Waste like you should have been recycled long ago and can be turned into fertilizer. More than a dozen people, with weapons, can even mess up things. I have said long ago that waste like you have no value for the last use!"

Boss Zhu was so scared that his face was pale. He stuttered and wanted to say something, but the middle-aged man in black didn't give him a chance at all.

"Don't waste my time, my time is precious."

The middle-aged man slowly took out a pen from his shirt pocket, then slowly turned off the cap, and finally a hint of fanaticism appeared in his eyes:

"Do you know what this is? This is the latest drug developed in the world. You can call it a confession drug. Tsk tsk, even the CIA in the United States uses the old version of this drug. You are very lucky to have the opportunity to try this confession drug that costs up to 10 million US dollars. You must know that this is the treatment only the head of the world has!"

The middle-aged man in black slowly walked to Mr. Zhu. Mr. Zhu opened his eyes wide in horror. He wanted to resist and struggle, but the needle of the "pen" in the middle-aged man's hand had penetrated deeply into his neck.

"If it weren't for the fact that the matter was too serious, how could you have the chance to get such treatment? Ten million US dollars, that's gone!"

Looking around at the other people in the iron house, looking at their powerless and extremely fearful appearance, the middle-aged man felt like he was floating in the air.

"Take this garbage out!"

The two men in black behind him immediately went up and raised Boss Zhu to walk out of the iron house.

The middle-aged man slowly put away the pen in his hand and retreated.

In another iron house, Mr. Zhu sat limply on a chair. His whole body was completely numb. The feeling was like a slight current passing through his body, which was very comfortable.

Gradually, the numb feeling became a kind of comfort.

That feeling was so comfortable that it was soaked in warm water that it made people not think of it at all, and they just wanted to lie down like this.

"It's really a waste, it's really boring!"

The middle-aged man in black sighed again, then he took a deep breath, looked at Boss Zhu with affection and said:

"I really hope that I was born in my grandfather's era. I like to kill people with swords instead of these methods. My grandfather once told me that after a small team occupied one of your county towns, he held a murder competition with another captain, only using samurai swords. They killed from morning to night, and they stopped until they could not find anyone. My grandfather killed a total of 579 people. In the end, he failed!"

The middle-aged man in black smiled gently, his eyes full of contempt and disdain:

"At that time, men were still bloody, women were still very subtle, but now, do you trash still know what bloody is? In your eyes, there is only money and your women, but there is never a single subtle person. They know that I am a Japanese and want to worship me as their ancestors. Isn't they just hope that I can take them abroad? You have a very famous foreign language school here, and those girls are carefully selected elites, but in their concepts, they actually think that marrying foreign men will be superior. Haha, it's such a... a lowly nation!"

The middle-aged man in black seemed to enjoy this state of talking to himself, and at this time, Boss Zhu felt his soul as if he had flew up.

It was an indescribable feeling, that feeling, like a dead person whose soul flew into the sky, met God, and entered heaven.

The middle-aged man in black finally started asking:

"May I have your name?"

"Zhu Fu!"

“How old is this year?”

"Forty-one."

"How many people have you killed?"

“Five.”

The middle-aged man in black asked questions very quickly, and he didn't give anyone time to think, and Boss Zhu's answer was even more thoughtful and blurted out.

Obviously, it was the confession potion that took effect.

After asking more than thirty irrelevant questions, the middle-aged man in black went straight to the topic:

"What the hell happened that night?"

“That night…!”

More than ten minutes later, the middle-aged man in black walked out of the iron house.

He nodded to the two bodyguards at the door, and then said Japanese:

"Clean clean!"

"Hayi!"

The two bodyguards immediately bowed respectfully and 90 degrees, and Boss Zhu was sent to the previous iron house again.

While locking the door, one of the bodyguards threw something in and quickly locked the iron house.

After a few heart-wrenching howls, Boss Zhu and his men all turned into a pool of yellow water.

In the darkness, a ghost-like shadow appeared in front of the middle-aged man in black.

Skinny and shriveled body, Tang suit bloomers and cloth shoes.

He is the close old dog beside Tang Rulong.

Liu Yidao.

The middle-aged man in black looked at Liu Yidao deeply, then bent down and bowed:

"Liu Sang, please tell me that if your method is just like this, then I will reconsider my cooperative relationship with you!"

Two rays of light shot out from Liu Yidao's eyes, and he said lightly:

"Isn't it still half a year?"

The middle-aged man in black sneered and suddenly said a little angry:

"Half a year? Do you know how many people are intervening now? The CIA of the United States, the MI6 of the United Kingdom, the kgb of Russia, all the top agents and the most powerful masters have already heard of the news. How did this news leak? Or was it your intentionally leaked?"

Liu Yidao didn't say anything, and the middle-aged man in black suddenly realized that he had lost his composure. He immediately adjusted his attitude and bowed again:
Chapter completed!