Reborn in Brazil As a Plutocrat Chapter 265

  Chapter 265 Interrogation

   Director Hodges saw that although the atmosphere was a little tense, it gradually calmed down.

  Looked at Fang Lang, who had always been very calm, and said:

   "Fang, how did you find out that there is something wrong with this bastard?

   This **** has been with me for five or six years, and I never thought that this guy would have problems. "

   Once again, he carefully looked up and down the most powerful police chief in Sao Paulo, Sebastio Hodges. Fang Lang didn't feel any hostility from the other party.

   Obviously, what happened this time should have little to do with him.

   Fang Lang smiled, put the pistol in his hand back into the holster, looked at Director Hodges playfully and said:

   "The Long Gun Gang and the Lion Gang were supported by you, right?"

   Director Hodges' face darkened again when he heard Fang Lang's words, and nodded helplessly:

   "We are brothers, and I won't hide it from you. These two gangs do give me some benefits on a regular basis, and I will also give them some small care.

  But I never expected that they would attack you. Believe me, I didn't know the whole thing. "

  Fang Lang nodded and said:

   "With the relationship between our brothers, I naturally believe in you.

   But when this Mr. Policeman went to take this Adair Ayala, he had many ways to make him stand up.

  But he just grabbed the rope that bound the opponent's hands.

Why is this? Could it be that he deliberately wanted to untie this rope?

   What's even more strange is that this police officer obviously only needs to push this Mr. Adair Ayala, so he can come over, but he drew his gun and put it on Mr. Adair Ayala's back.

  The direction of the muzzle passed through this gentleman and was aimed at me.

   And I hate being pointed at with a gun the most, even if it's pointed at someone else. "

  After hearing Fang Lang's answer, Hodges didn't know how to evaluate it for a while, and it took a long time before he reluctantly raised a thumb and said to Fang Lang:

   "Brother, I have to say that your observation skills are too keen."

  Fang Lang shook his head with a smile, thinking, may I tell you this is all because of intuition?

   "Since these people are related to you, I think you are in trouble now, dude.

   I think maybe it's all a conspiracy. "

   Fang Lang's words made Hodges sigh a little decadently, trying to find a place to sit down, but found that there was no place to sit down at all.

  As the chief of police, it is definitely not appropriate to sit directly on the ground.

   After looking around, Hodges looked at the car Fang Lang was sitting in, and signaled that he wanted to find a place to sit down.

   Fang Lang smiled, pointed to the passenger seat of his vehicle, and motioned for him to sit down.

  Hodges was also polite, opened the car door, and sat directly on it.

  The two sat in a car parked on the side of the road, one after the other, watching the soldiers and policemen in the guard platoon busy.

  Fang Lang took out two cigars from his body and handed one to Hodges.

  Hodges took it without refusing, and watched Fang Lang trim the cigars with cigar cutters through the gap in the car door.

   "Do you think it's Japanese?"

   Hodges said hesitantly.

  After saying this sentence, he seemed to think of something and said:

   "The Long Spear Gang and the Lion Gang, I came to fill the gap left by the Black Dragon Society after we wiped out the Japanese Black Dragon Society last time.

   It seems that the only ones who want to use conspiracy to put us all in are the Japanese. "

  Fang Lang glanced at Hodges, and did not answer Hodges' question immediately, but continued to concentrate on trimming the cigar in his hand.

  After trimming, I picked it up and looked at it. I was finally satisfied, and then handed the cigar cutters to Hodges.

  After Hodges took over the cigar cutter, Fang Lang wanted to take out his matches from his pocket, but he only found a pocket full of bullets from the M1 Garand rifle.

   Reluctantly, he took out all the bullets in his pocket and threw them on the car seat cushion.

   Still couldn't find his match, which made Fang Lang a little annoyed.

  Hodges smiled when he saw this, put down the cigar and cigar cutter in his hand, took out a box of matches from his pocket, lit one, and handed the fire to Fang Lang's mouth.

  Fang Lang stretched his head over to light the cigar, took a big puff, and opened his mouth to spit out an eye circle.

   turned around and asked:

   "Hasn't the Japanese in Sao Paulo cleaned up?"

  Hodges smiled wryly and shook his head:

   "That was so easy, most of the Japanese have been forcibly repatriated.

   But some Japanese have formed families with other Brazilians, and some even have powerful families in Brazil.

  We also have no way to force repatriation directly. "

   Fang Lang had expected this for a long time. It would be impossible to directly exterminate the Japanese in Brazil, unless there was a virus specifically targeting the Japanese genes.

  Fang Lang remembered the attack he encountered in New York, nodded and said:

   "There is a possibility.

   But, which officer just now? Didn't you say that he has been with you for many years? "

  Hodges held an unlit cigar, raised his head and pondered for a while before saying:

   "Yes! I promoted this guy from an ordinary police officer. At the beginning, I saw him as a rare college student. I originally wanted him to stay in the office and help me with documents and reports.

   I didn't expect this guy, but he was very active later on, often applying to join front-line police activities.

   Slowly, he also showed some ability, so he was later promoted to sheriff, and let him be in charge of some small public security cases.

   Didn't expect this guy to do such a thing. "

  Fang Lang looked at Hodges next to him with strange eyes.

   Is this guy bad character, or does he not know people well?

   If I remember correctly, the last time I launched an operation against the Japanese, it was this guy's secretary who reported the letter to the Japanese, causing heavy losses to the police!

   Now it's this guy's promoted sheriff again, trying to assassinate himself.

   "Then, does this guy usually have a close relationship with these two gangs?"

  Hodges nodded and said:

   "Of course, this guy is in charge of security operations, and people from these two gangs will often deal with him.

  Sometimes, when the two gangs have something to deal with, I also ask him to deal with it. "

  There is too little information now. Although it can be seen that there is a connection between this guy and the two gangs, there is no way to determine the exact relationship.

  Fang Lang shook his head and said:

   "It's useless to think too much now, we have to investigate slowly.

   Fortunately, these two guys were captured alive by us, and we can interrogate them slowly. "

   After speaking, he looked at the black boy who was hit by the policeman in the thigh after being hit by himself in the knee.

  Seeing the other party twitching unconsciously from the pain on the ground, and wanting to pretend to be a tough guy, he tried his best not to let himself yell out.

   Smiling, he signaled his guards to drag him to the front of his vehicle.

   Turned his head and glanced at Hodges beside him:

   "Will you interrogate your people by yourself or hand them over to me for interrogation."

   At this time, Hodges didn't know whether he was disheartened, or to avoid suspicion, he waved his hands weakly and said:

   "Since I want to ignore you, of course I will hand it over to you for trial."

   Fang Lang took a serious look at Hodges, saw that the other party didn't seem to be joking, and nodded in satisfaction.

  Normally speaking, this kind of matter must be handed over to the local police station for investigation and interrogation. After all, Fang Lang, as a navy, does not have the right to interrogate prisoners.

   But now that Hodges has no objection, of course Fang Lang will not be polite.

   Fang Lang will not have any compassion for guys who want their own lives.

  Looked up and down carefully for a while, this black guy with beads of sweat the size of soybean grains was hanging on his forehead.

  At this moment, I can't see the appearance of the previous star at all.

  Because the kneecap of the left leg was shot by Fang Lang, and the thigh of the right leg was shot again, making it impossible to stand at all.

  In addition, the guard replaced the rope binding his hands with handcuffs. Therefore, after receiving Fang Lang's order, the guard directly grabbed the other party's dreadlocks and dragged the other party directly in front of Fang Lang.

   Seeing this black buddy who was struggling to make no sound, Fang Lang smiled.

   got out of the car, and said to the guard who was dragging him:

   "We need to be more civilized, this is not a German devil on the European battlefield, this is our compatriots, right! This boss."

  The leader of the Pike Gang named Adair Ayala raised his eyes and glanced at Fang Lang with a sincere smile on his face, and spat at Fang Lang with disdain.

   The saliva lying on the ground was of course not high enough, and it just landed on Fang Lang's leather shoes.

   Fang Lang looked down at the saliva on the leather shoes, and said with a smile:

   "Look, look, you are wrong, how can you spit anywhere?

  So uncivilized. I'll wipe it off with your hair, you'd love it! "

   After finishing speaking, he wiped the drool on his leather shoes on the opponent's hair. This guy's hands were bound, his legs were injured, and he couldn't get up at all. He could only avoid Fang Lang's movements by constantly shaking his head.

  Fang Lang laughed loudly and said:

   "By the way, that's right! Shake your head a few more times and you can wipe it clean."

  It seemed that the other party was deliberately shaking his head to wipe the drool off his shoes.

  Adel Ayala finally couldn't bear it and began to curse.

  Fang Lang heard the other party's scolding, looked at him without changing his face and said:

   "So you can't help but want to speak? I thought you'd have to keep silent!

  Don't worry, I hope your spirit will always be so good today. "

   After finishing speaking, he picked up a sharp-looking stone from the ground, and said to Adair Ayala on the ground:

   "Both of your legs look badly injured, let me check them for you.

   But I don't have scissors handy right now, I may need to use this to cut your pants to see the wound, this process may be a bit painful, I hope you don't mind. "

  Fang Lang gestured to the guard, and two people stepped forward and pressed him firmly to the ground. Fang Lang walked to the opponent's right thigh wound and squatted down, taking a look at the **** trousers.

  As if talking to himself:

   "Hmm! Luckily, the aorta was not injured.

  Hold up a little and I'll check the wound for you. "

   After finishing speaking, he cut the sharp stone towards his wound, but as soon as it touched the wound, Adair Ayala couldn't help crying loudly.

   But Fang Lang didn't seem to realize it, and continued to cut back and forth on the opponent's trousers repeatedly with sharp stones regardless.

  It is said that it is cutting the other party's trousers, but no matter who looks at it, it seems to be dismembering the other party's leg.

  Adel Ayala was just a gangster after all, so he suffered like this.

  The image of a tough guy who had been pretending to be strong collapsed in an instant, and he began to beg for mercy loudly:

   "Ah!. Don't cut it, I beg you.

  What do you want to know, just ask! "

  Fang Lang said with an innocent face:

   "Don't! You misunderstood me, I just checked your wounds, I didn't want to know anything from you!

  Don't worry, your pants are not thick, you can cut them open and see the wound soon. "

   Adair Ayala cursed in his heart! Do I need you to check the wound for me?

  If you cut it further, I don't know if the pants will be torn, but there will definitely be a long wound on the thigh.

  This is a blunt knife cutting flesh!

  But Adair Ayala no longer dared to scold Fang Lang, because he felt that this guy was a lunatic.

  (end of this chapter)

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