Hong Kong films: Starting with Crossover and Luen Shing

He lit a cigarette and spoke slowly.

"It's all your fault for blocking my way. The ghost you raised in the police force is too sharp and has targeted my people!

So I asked your brother Chen to come here, mainly to ask you to let Liu Jianming of the Intelligence Department show some mercy and let my brother go. How about that? "

Han Chen's heart beat violently, and then he looked at He Yaozong with an incredible look.

He stammered for a long time before speaking: "How did you know that Liu Jianming was my ghost?"

"That's none of your business. Anyway, if you're sensible, Brother Chen, tell me where you keep all the evidence against those traitors in the police force.

This will save you a lot of trouble!"

Han Chen's face had turned purple with anger, and he answered through gritted teeth.

"Tie me up here, and you won't get anything from me!"

"So what are you going to do, Brother Chen?"

"Let me go back first. I'll go greet Liu Jianming. Tell me, how did he offend you?"

He Yaozong held the cigarette and remained silent for a while.

Looking at Han Chen, he couldn't help but sneer twice.

These two laughs made Han Chen angry: "What's so funny!"

"Han Chen, I don't think you understand your situation.

I went through so much trouble to get you on this boat, do you think you can survive?"

"Then just kill me! Why are you still talking so much nonsense?!"

Han Chen almost popped his eyes out of their sockets and yelled at He Yaozong.

Unexpectedly, the smile on He Yaozong's face faded instead of grew.

He flicked the cigarette butt between his fingers, then took a drag.

He blew a puff of smoke on Han Chen's face and sneered.

"I know you're stubborn, so I didn't expect you to speak up.

But you have to understand, I'm not a policeman, and I won't be so polite when asking questions!"

He Yaozong immediately tapped the watch on his wrist and spoke.

"It's 7:23 pm now. If you can hold out until dawn, I won't ask any more questions.

After that, I'll come in every twenty minutes and ask you, "Think it through, and tell me where the evidence against those traitors is!"

After saying that, He Yaozong stood up and smiled contemptuously at Han Chen.

This laugh made Han Chen's scalp tingle.

Then He Yaozong walked out of the cabin, and the person who walked into the cabin was Qiu Gangao with a cold face.

Soon, screams rang out one after another in the cabin, mixed with Han Chen's shouting and cursing.

After another ten minutes, the shouting and cursing gradually stopped, replaced by increasingly weak wails.

Twenty minutes later, He Yaozong returned to the cabin and looked at Han Chen lying on the ground with a look of pain on his face.

It was obvious that Qiu Gangao was very measured in his actions. Although he used torture, he did not endanger Han Chen's life.

Shaking his head, He Yaozong couldn't help but frown.

"Ao, aren't you confident that you've been trained at Scotland Yard and studied various criminal interrogation techniques?

How come you can't even handle Han Chen? Are you really going to keep him up all night? "

Qiu Gangao put down the pliers in his hand, feeling helpless.

"Mr. He, although those methods are effective, they are all long-term tactics of training the eagle.

If you want to get something out of your interrogation target quickly, sustained pain is the most effective way."

"How long will the persistent pain last? Can it be made more intense?"

“It’s hard to say, but there’s medical evidence that if a person experiences excessive pain in a short period of time, their nerves will become dull.

Therefore, there must be a limit to the use of forced confessions; the most important thing is actually to win over the heart."

Listening to He Yaozong and Qiu Gangao talking back and forth about how to force a confession from him, Han Chen, lying on the deck, actually let out a sinister laugh for a moment.

It seems that the degree that Qiu Gangao mentioned is far from being effective on Han Chen.

He Yaozong immediately became annoyed.

He walked quickly forward, squatted down, picked up the pliers that Qiu Gangao had dropped, gripped the handle tightly, straightened Han Chen's right hand, and immediately smashed it towards his fingers.

click-

The sound of bones breaking was accompanied by the explosion of flesh and blood. Han Chen's face turned blue and he almost fainted from the pain.

click-

With another blow, He Yaozong broke the five fingers of Han Chen's right hand one after another like hammering a nail.

This fierce style stunned Qiu Gangao.

However, He Yaozong did not stop. He stepped on Han Chen's right hand on the deck, watched coldly as Han Chen desperately hit the deck with his left hand, then stretched out his left hand and grabbed Han Chen's white hair.

He held the pliers in his right hand and pressed them against Han Chen's front teeth.

"So courageous? Then I'll ask you one last time.

Where is the evidence against those traitors? If you don't tell me, your wife's ashes will be buried with you in the sea!"

Han Chen's entire face twitched involuntarily, and his throat gurgled.

When he heard He Yaozong mention his wife, the shock in his eyes became even more intense.

Seeing that the threat was effective, He Yaozong continued.

"I'm giving you one last chance now. Hand over the things, and I'll send you on your way.

When you die, I will bury your ashes next to your wife.

Think it over before answering me, my patience is limited!"

Sooner or later you will pay for what you have done!

This is a sentence that Han Chen’s former boss Ni Kun often said.

As time passed, people from the Ni family fell in front of him one after another. It seemed that he could not escape this time.

Han Chen only regretted that he had been so cautious in dealing with the police over the years, and had focused all his attention on the police.

But he never expected that he would fall into the hands of He Yaozong, a man he had never met before.

Just because of that sentence - you did nothing wrong, it's just that you blocked my way!

"The thing...the thing is in a safe in the east bedroom of Room 1203, Building A2, Haitan Building!

Safe... the safe combination is 102211..."

Han Chen uttered these words with difficulty, and then He Yaozong moved his foot away from his bloody palm.

He winked at Qiu Gangao, who immediately understood.

Then he picked up his mobile phone and went outside the cabin to tell people to do something.

Looking at Han Chen lying on the ground, soaked in cold sweat, He Yaozong couldn't help but shook his head.

"If you had said that earlier, wouldn't there be nothing wrong?"

"He... He Yaozong... Don't go too far. Promise me one request..."

Han Chen gasped for breath and trembled as he spoke to He Yaozong.

"There's five million in cash in the safe, you...you take this money.

Then I'll give a portion to the grave manager at Po Fook Shan, and have him burn some paper money at my wife's grave every year on her death anniversary."

"Stupid! Even if I don't agree to your condition, the money is mine!"

"you you……"

Han Chen was so angry that he couldn't speak for a while.

But he saw He Yaozong took out another cigarette, lit it, stood up straight, and spoke to him coldly.

"Don't worry, if I get the things, I will still agree to your request."

Wan Chai, Star Street Community, Liu Jianming's residence.

At 9:30 in the evening, Liu Jianming, who had just returned home from overtime work, received a call.

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"Liu Sir, congratulations! You won't have to be threatened by Han Chen anymore."

When he heard the word "Han Chen", Liu Jianming felt like he was almost suffocating.

For a moment, I ignored the strange voice on the other end of the phone.

"Who are you?!"

"It doesn't matter who I am. All the evidence and files that Han Chen used to threaten you are now in my hands.

I know you, Sir Liu, have always wanted to be a good person. If Han Chen doesn't give you this opportunity, I will!"

The call was from He Yaozong. The reason why he processed his voice was because he knew that although Liu Jianming seemed to be doing well in recent years, his life was actually no different from Chen Yongren.

I face tons of psychological pressure every day and may collapse at any time.

In a sense, Liu Jianming's psychological problems are more serious than Chen Yongren's.

Chen Yongren was in a dark situation, but at least he still had hope in his heart, looking forward to one day returning to the light he believed in.

But Liu Jianming is different. This guy lives in dire straits every day. The better his current situation is, the more desperate he is about the fear of his identity being exposed.

Taking a deep breath, Liu Jianming stumbled to his balcony and pulled up the windshield.

"What do you want to do?"