Detective: I, Cao Jianjun, started by arresting my brother-in-law.

"Do you know how much we're going to send this time? Three tons, three tons of drugs... Do you think there are many people in Southeast Asia, in the entire global market, who can handle that?"

"The Haoyu Group in Hong Kong is unreliable, Qinglong Logistics has been shut down, and Song Qian and He Ruilong in Europe have also disappeared."

“I’ve inquired around, and it’s true that only Zhu Hongyun’s bald head is the only one who’s in charge in all of Europe.”

"Zhao Jialiang is the only one who can get close to Zhu Hongyun..."

"Right now, this is the only person we can cooperate with."

Lin Can fell silent.

He rarely had any contact with the downstream drug market, especially during large-scale collaborations, which were almost entirely controlled by his father and Lin Yaodong.

"Let's go back and check first..."

Lin Yaodong glanced at his watch, put down his wine glass, and went straight downstairs.

Zhao Jialiang is his and Tazhai's hope. What Lin Yaodong needs to do now is to eliminate all the risks within this hope.

After leaving the villa by the sea on the hillside, Lin Xiaoli drove for more than twenty minutes and then stopped at the Tazhai Village Committee.

As soon as Lin Yaodong got out of the car, he went straight to the backyard.

As soon as I entered, I saw Zhao Jialiang with his hands tied, half-hanging from the roof beam.

He was covered in blood, spitting out bloody water, and his face was so swollen that nothing could be seen.

When Lin Yaodong walked over, he was in a daze, and his consciousness seemed to be fading.

"Boss Zhao?"

Lin Yaodong, holding a handkerchief over his mouth, leaned forward slightly and asked, "Can you still hold on?"

"You...you...you...you are not...you are dishonest."

Zhao Jialiang's numb mouth could no longer close; it was half-open, with saliva mixed with blood flowing out.

148. Scopolamine, a matter of life and death [3rd update, please add more]

“Mr. Zhao, you’re not right about that.”

Lin Yaodong smiled insincerely and said, "We sincerely seek cooperation, but you, Boss Zhao, are not telling the truth."

"You know, Tazhai is a village of over 20,000 people, with thousands of households waiting to be fed..."

"You, a policeman, impersonating a Hong Kong business owner, that's... not very ethical, is it?"

As he finished speaking, Lin Yaodong stared intently at Zhao Jialiang's facial expression and his eyes.

Hopefully, we can glean clues from subtle facial expressions.

No matter what.

He was disappointed.

Zhao Jialiang, whose face was paralyzed from the beating, was still hanging upside down, making him extremely slow to react.

More than a minute later, Zhao Jialiang finally spoke, muttering bloody foam.

"Lin... Lin Yaodong, you... you don't want to cooperate, and... you don't need to frame me..."

See this.

Lin Yaodong had realized that physical punishment alone would not achieve the desired effect.

So Lin Yaodong got up and sat back down in the armchair at the back, waving to Lin Can and the others.

Several young men nodded in understanding and stepped forward to untie the ropes binding Lin Yaodong and throw them on the ground.

The prolonged upside-down suspension, coupled with the impact of gravity, caused countless ruptures in the internal organs.

Now that he has finally landed, Zhao Jialiang simply lay there, motionless for a long time.

Lin Can had someone pour a bucket of cold water on Zhao Jialiang, who was in a daze, before he was finally awakened.

Lin Yaodong and Lin Yaohua sat to the side, watching coldly, without any hurry.

Zhao Jialiang was given enough time to regain consciousness, and watched helplessly as night fell and the lights came on in Tazhai Village.

Two or three hours later.

Zhao Jia was much better. He struggled to get up from the ground and sat down in the armchair next to him.

However, he didn't have the strength to straighten his upper body, so he could only bend over and stretch his head, as if he had rickets.

"Mr. Lin..."

With each sentence he spoke, Zhao Jialiang would swallow hard.

But his lips were swollen like pieces of fat, unable to close at all, and bloody saliva kept dripping from the corners of his mouth.

"If I had known you would do this, I... I would never have come."

Lin Yaodong remained silent, only wearing a mysterious smile.

At this time.

Ah-chan, who was standing nearby, took out a syringe and a medicine bottle, mixed them together, and started shaking.

"This...what is this?"

Zhao Jialiang instantly tensed up, looking at the scene with a flustered expression.

Scopolamine!

Lin Yaodong replied with a smile, "This is something that makes it impossible for a person to lie."

"Today here, we will have two outcomes..."

"First, we should cooperate sincerely and make money together."

"Secondly, from now on, today will be the anniversary of your death."

Zhao Jialiang's neck seemed stiff as he stared intently at the medicine in Lin Can's hand, his expression a mixture of fear and anger.

Because of this thing, Li Fei's mother and wife died.

Zhao Jialiang recalled the way his wife looked when she died and the autopsy report, which showed that she had been injected with a large amount of scopolamine.

Zhao Jialiang suspected back then that Lin Yaodong was behind it.

So over the years, he has continuously deepened his knowledge and practiced, and has tried injecting scopolamine countless times to train himself.

Everything was as I had predicted.

At this moment, Zhao Jialiang was completely powerless, like a sponge, letting Lin Can pull his hand over and watch helplessly as he injected the scopolamine solution.

After the injection was completed, Lin Can removed the syringe and left.

Next, everyone waited for the medicine to take effect.

Everyone present focused their attention on Zhao Jialiang, scrutinizing every change in his body.

It felt just like being in a laboratory, observing a group of lab rats.

A few minutes later, Zhao Jialiang began to lose consciousness and become disoriented.

All the muscles in his body deflated like a punctured balloon, slowly collapsing, his upper body bent, and his head drooping.

Lin Yaodong watched for several more minutes until the effects of the medicine had fully taken hold, before he put away the prayer beads in his hand.

"What's your name?"

"Zhao... Zhao Jialiang!"

"I'm asking for your real name."

"Zhong...Zhong Liang!"

"Are you an undercover police officer?"

"No... not..."

Under the influence of the drug, Zhao Jialiang trembled violently, his neck stiff, as if he were having an epileptic seizure.

Do you know Li Weimin?

Lin Yaodong asked, enunciating each word slowly and deliberately, using a hypnotic tone.

"Recognize...we know each other."

Zhao Jialiang's eyes were glazed over: "I...I hate him, he...he ruined my...my business."

"You're not telling the truth."

"I...I said...I told the whole truth."

"No! You are a policeman, you are an undercover policeman who came to Tazhai."

Lin Yaodong's tone became aggressive, forming a brainwashing-like tone.

"I...I'm not, I...I'm not, I...I'm not..."

Zhao Jialiang was already covered in sweat and his face was flushed, but he still shook his head with difficulty, repeating his words over and over again.

The entire interrogation lasted nearly an hour.

Finally, Zhao Jialiang couldn't hold on any longer and fainted.