Long Zhan tightened the flesh screw for half a minute, and then he just inserted the iron pipe that was only half-inserted, and inserted it all the way through the thigh.
The bearded man screamed for half a minute, and the sweat on his face dripped like peas to the ground.
"Do you remember now?"
Long Zhan let go of Beard, who was so weak from pain that he couldn't move even while lying on the ground. He thought that Beard would give in and honestly confessed that he knew.
Unexpectedly, the beard did not cooperate, and he shouted in a hoarse voice: "If you have the ability to kill me, you want me to tell you the news, just in a dream!"
"Want to stimulate me? Then die happily? This kind of stimulation is too childish."
Long Zhan didn't like the beard thing at all. He opened the tool bag he just took out from the trunk and took out pliers, screwdrivers, etc. from it.
While taking it, he said calmly: "I like to play with people with strong bones, so that I can play longer.
Don't worry, I specially brought two doses of morphine, which can keep you going for a while if necessary and won't make you die so easily.
None of my best methods have been used, such as using pliers to pull out nails, slicing genitals alive into pieces, digging out eyeballs and roasting them, inserting a screwdriver into my head along my nostrils and stirring..."
Long Zhan smiled and spoke one by one. His beard felt like mountains pressing on his head, making him tremble uncontrollably.
A strong urge to pee surged through my bladder, desperate to release the bulging emotions.
Until Long Zhan took out all the tools, picked up a utility knife and walked slowly towards him, staring at his lower body.
The beard could no longer be stretched and completely collapsed.
Miserably, he begged for mercy: "No, please don't torture me. Let me die happily. I can tell you everything you want to know."
"It would be great to be like this earlier, why bother pretending to be a tough guy."
Long Zhan retracted the blade of the utility knife, placed the photo about 20 centimeters away from the bearded man, and asked: "Where did you take this girl? Why isn't she in that house?"
The bearded man has completely lost his temper and just wants to stop suffering inhuman torture before he dies.
He trembled and explained: "We will not keep the virgins for business, or sell them to the red light district, but we will use them to sell them to high-end customers.
The girl in the photo is a "touch girl" and is very beautiful. She can be sold for a very high price, and many customers are rushing to get it. "
Hearing Beard's answer, Long Zhan was both happy and angry.
Fortunately, Sophia's self-discipline and self-discipline. In highly open countries like Europe and the United States, maintaining her status as a "touch girl" prevented him from being injected with drugs and suffering inhuman torture like girls like Amanda.
What makes her angry is that Sophia was treated as a high-end product and was sold around by human traffickers. Now she is unknown to where she is, and it has become more difficult to find her.
"Bang~"
Long Zhan slapped Lu Hu angrily, and almost shouted, "Did you sell her? Where did you sell her? Tell me quickly."
"I don't know, I don't know...ah——"
Just in the middle of what Luo Chi Hu said, he was abruptly interrupted by the severe pain in his leg.
He used a utility knife to make a cut on the bearded leg, leaving a bloody gash one centimeter deep. He asked again with a black face: "Tell me where it is, my patience is limited, I will only give you three seconds." "
Before Long Zhan started counting down, Los Angeles, unable to hold on any longer, answered loudly.
"Saint Caliph, she is in St. Caliph."
"Is Saint Galli a name of a person or a place?" Long Zhan asked.
"It's a man, Patrice St. Galli," the bearded man replied.
"Where can I find him?" Long Zhan asked.
"I don't know, I really don't know. This is something that I can't control. Please believe me. I really don't know." The bearded man begged for mercy pitifully.
Long Zhan could see that Luo Xiu really didn't know, so he didn't continue to ask useless questions.
He slid out the utility blade with his thumb, swung the knife at the application at an extremely fast speed, then dropped the utility knife and walked away.
As he walked away, he said as if muttering to himself: "All traffickers deserve to die, and you are no exception."
"Cough cough cough..."
The bearded man felt a chill down his neck. He wanted to speak but found that nothing could come out. He only felt something hot being forced down his throat.
When Long Zhan's back disappeared into the basement, the blood just opened the bearded neck, changing from flowing to sizzling and spurting out.
…
Long Zhan left the basement and took the car back to the city. On the way, he made an international call and then went straight to the home of Vivek Kondelao of the Internal Security Bureau.
Dragon War has no idea who Patrice St. Galli is.
It would be too difficult to find him in the huge international metropolis of Paris on your own, and it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.
A call to Black Fox yielded no results.
A mere person who has something to do with a human trafficker is not worthy of the FBI and CIA of the Sugar World Police to provide him with special cross-border investigations.
Although Black Fox failed to directly help Long Zhan, it provided him with a good idea.
That is to go to the "FBI" in Paris.
As France's top law enforcement agency, the Internal Security Service must have conducted in-depth and detailed investigations into various gangs, large and small.
Even if no one investigates the specific details, there must be general files.
It is unrealistic to break into the Internal Security Bureau directly. Although Long Zhan's personal combat ability is at the ceiling of human beings, he is not a Superman in Marvel.
So Black Fox gave a good suggestion, that is to go to the Deputy Minister of Intelligence Vivek Kondelao.
and gave Condelao his home address.
As the deputy minister of the Internal Security Bureau responsible for intelligence, he definitely has high enough authority to access almost all intelligence files in the country.
As long as Long Zhan can control Condelao, it is certain that he will get the information.
As a wanted person, it was naturally impossible for Long Zhan to directly kidnap Condelao's family. This would alert the police and the Internal Security Bureau, which would make it even more troublesome.
After thinking for a while, Long Zhan came up with a good idea.
I specially picked a time when Condelao was about to get home from get off work, but had not yet arrived home, so he arrived at the door of Condelao's house.
The person who rang the doorbell was a young woman, probably in her thirties.
Based on the information revealed to Long Zhan by Black Fox, Long Zhan guessed that this woman should be Kong Delao's wife, so he revealed his purpose.
He said that he was a friend of Vivek Condelao and came to Paris for business and came to visit him specially.
The most important thing is that Long Zhan also brought a "certificate" and held Condelao's personal business card in his hand. Condelao's personal business card was never given out easily, and sending it out was equivalent to a sign of approval.
