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Chapter 205 Interrogation of Hu Yinglin at the Shooting Gallery

Yan Qing'an didn't notice Lin Chengwei's expression when he looked at him, he just wanted to get something out of Hu Yinglin's mouth.

He stared intently at Hu Yinglin's eyes, and spoke in a low and magnetic voice, which made people unable to help but be addicted to it, "Two things. The first one, did you take photos or videos at the scene, or both?"

Hu Yinglin knelt on the ground and trembled, he didn't even have the courage to look up at Yan Qing'an again, wondering if he would have serious consequences because of a wrong sentence, he hesitated and said——

"I, I, I, I am, I was instigated by An Wenxiao... She, she asked me to go to the scene and said that she wanted me to take some photos. I, I didn't know it was a kidnapping case..." Hu Yinglin looked at Yan Qing'an, Seeing him staring at him coldly, he felt guilty for wanting to lie, and blurted out: "Except, except, in addition to taking pictures, An Wenxiao also asked me to take a video. Mr. Yan, Mr. Yan, I was really caught Forced, you have seen the situation at that time, An Wenxiao hired a lot of thugs, if I don't listen to her, I will also be beaten..."

Hu Yinglin's words were correct. At that time, An Wenxiao was indeed in control of them, but this did not mean that he could take pictures as he should.

Seeing that Yan Qing'an was still cold and did not express anything, Hu Yinglin wanted to get close to Yan Qing'an's trousers, and begged him on the ground.

Yan Qing'an turned her body slightly, avoided Hu Yinglin's hand, ignored Hu Yinglin's pleading, and walked towards the display cabinet.

This room was specially reserved for him by the curator of the shooting gallery, and there was even a special shelf in the room for his favorite machine guns and shotguns.

Yan Qing'an walked over slowly, picked up a shotgun, raised his arms, loaded the gun, and walked to Hu Yinglin's side.

Hu Yinglin looked dumbfounded at his series of actions, his face was pale, he was kneeling upright, but now he just sat on the ground, shaking like a sieve.

Lin Chengwei raised his eyes and looked over, although he was a little surprised that Yan Qing'an was so ruthless, he knew in his heart that Hu Yinglin should be fine, no matter how angry Yan Qing'an was, it was impossible to shoot Hu Yinglin to death in this place.

It is useful for Yan Qing'an to keep him, and Yan Qing'an wants this person to go to jail and make him suffer for a long time.

But Hu Yinglin didn't know that he was brought here blindfolded all the way, and he didn't even know where it was.

He heard continuous gunshots from the moment he got off the car, and now seeing Yan Qing'an holding a shotgun in his hand, his heart suddenly turned cold.

Yan Qing'an just saw that he wanted to lie to deceive him when he first spoke, so now he took the shotgun to give him a strong dose of medicine.

Yan Qing'an's suit jacket had already been taken off when he entered the door. At this time, he was wearing a pair of suit trousers and a white shirt. He was holding a shotgun in his hand. He raised the shotgun to one end, and the muscles on his arms were exposed through the shirt. , faintly revealed.

The two long legs stood still half a meter in front of Hu Yinglin, and the tight muscle lines of the arms showed great strength and beauty, but in Hu Yinglin's eyes, they looked like a deadly Yama.

With a gun in one hand, Yan Qing'an picked Hu Yinglin's chin.

In an instant, Hu Yinglin's breathing stopped.

He was afraid that if his breathing fluctuated too much, Yan Qing'an's gun would go off.

There was no special expression on Yan Qing'an's face, he just frowned and raised his eyebrows, and the coldness between his eyebrows shot at Hu Yinglin like ice skates.

Immediately, Hu Yinglin didn't dare to move.

Yan Qing'an spoke slowly at this time, his tone seemed to be chatting normally, if it wasn't for the cold and stern expression on his face like the king of Hades who killed him, Lin Chengwei would have really thought they were chatting.

"The second thing. Are the photos and videos in your hands now?"

Yan Qing'an put his gun against Hu Yinglin's chin, waiting for his answer.

For a moment, Hu Yinglin was sweating profusely and didn't know how to answer.

"Huh?" Yan Qing'an made a nasal sound slowly, leisurely as if she was teasing her lover.

Hu Yinglin felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and the cold sweat dripped from his forehead to the muzzle of his gun.

Yan Qing'an vaguely guessed why he was entangled, and while waiting for his answer, his eyebrows gradually knit together.

Looking at Hu Yinglin's face became more and more gloomy.

It had been three seconds, and Hu Yinglin hadn't opened his mouth yet, so he could only explain two situations.

Those video photos are in Hu Yinglin's hands, but he doesn't want to hand them over.

Or, those video photos are no longer in Hu Yinglin's hands, and before they came, the video photos were taken away by An Wenxiao's people.

But the first possibility is very low. Seeing Hu Yinglin's reaction, he was already frightened. If he had a video or photo at this moment, he would definitely offer it with both hands.

So it can only be the second one?
Yan Qing'an's expression turned cold all of a sudden, and the gun in his hand was raised sharply, aiming at Hu Yinglin.

It was only now that Hu Yinglin really panicked, and he could see that Yan Qing'an was ready to kill.

Lin Chengwei also sensed that something was wrong, and quickly got up and walked to Yan Qing'an's side.

Holding the barrel of the shotgun with one hand, his expression was stern, "Qing An! What are you doing?"

Yan Qing'an narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Hu Yinglin's eyes was no longer cold and indifferent, but murderous.

Hu Yinglin immediately got up on his knees and begged for mercy on the ground: "Mr. Yan, Mr. Yan, listen to me, I don't have photos in my hand, but I have videos! I, I, I originally wanted to destroy those things, but the Anjia people It came too fast, and they snatched the photos when they came up. Although the memory card of the video was also destroyed, I backed it up, and they didn’t know it. I already backed it up online. Mr. Yan, Mr. Yan, I Please, please spare me this time! I was really pulled over by An Wenxiao!"

Yan Qing'an's eyes were about to burst into flames, and his tone was not as leisurely as before, full of anger: "Didn't you get a penny from this incident?"

Hu Yinglin thought of the time when he agreed because he heard An Wenxiao say that he could get 500 million with only a few photos. There will be today.

Thinking of this, Hu Yinglin burst into tears immediately, with a lot of tears and snot, kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy, and biting casually: "I was wrong, Mr. Yan, I was really wrong, I promise I will never do this again This time I really had no choice. An Wenxiao threatened me with what happened last time. I'm so scared, it's just that An Wenxiao has too many thugs, so I can only obey her... President Yan... I was really wrong..."

Hu Yinglin had been tied up all the time, his hands were tied behind his back, and now he was lying on the ground like a twisted bug, weeping bitterly and begging Yan Qing'an to save his life.

At the beginning, Lin Chengwei still felt that Yan Qing'an had some points, knowing what he could do and what he couldn't do.

Now seeing Yan Qing'an's red-eyed look, he realized that he had misread just now.

Yan Qing'an's calm look just now was all faked by him. Ever since this incident happened, Yan Qing'an was already on the verge of rage.

It's just that he hid it well, and no one else saw it.

Lin Chengwei looked at Yan Qing'an, who was about to lose control now, and was a little worried whether a murder would really happen in this private shooting range.

"Yan Qing'an! You've heard what Hu Yinglin said, stop now! If you really beat him to death, you'll have to face a lawsuit! It's not worth it! Did you stop doing the Qiqi matter? Now it's on such a young man Work hard?"

Lin Chengwei grabbed the barrel of the shotgun with one hand and Yan Qing'an's collar with the other, roaring to wake him up.

After hearing Lin Chengwei's exasperated words, Yan Qing'an came back to his senses and saw that his shotgun was loaded and his hand was already on the trigger. If he had been a little more angry just now, he might have fired the bullet. .

Yan Qing'an patted Lin Chengwei's shoulder, indicating that he had calmed down.

Only then did Lin Chengwei let go of the barrel of the shotgun, and even his hands trembled slightly.

Yan Qing'an slowly released his hand from the trigger, and returned the loaded bullet with his backhand.

Yan Qing'an's series of flowing movements are extremely natural and aesthetically pleasing.

But in Hu Yinglin's eyes, he only knew that his temporary life was saved.

Seeing this, Lin Chengwei couldn't help but secretly exhaled.

Yan Qing'an put the shotgun on the side coffee table, knelt down and pulled Hu Yinglin's hair with one hand, making him look up at him.

Hu Yinglin's face was full of snot and tears, because he was beaten up by the thugs sent by An's family, his face was full of colors at the moment.

The contempt and disgust in Yan Qing'an's eyes were obvious, Hu Yinglin was pulled by his hair, and he felt that his scalp would be torn off by Yan Qing'an.

Even in such pain, Hu Yinglin could only gasp, for fear that his screaming would annoy Yan Qing'an.

Yan Qing'an looked at him now, with only sternness and sternness in his eyes: "The photo was taken away by the An family?"

"Mm, um... yes, Mr. Yan, they took the photo away." Hu Yinglin raised his head and looked at Yan Qing'an, but he didn't dare to look directly at him.

Yan Qing'an pulled Hu Yinglin's hair forcefully again, and asked him: "Didn't the photo be backed up?"

Hu Yinglin wanted to shake his head, but found that he couldn't move, so he could only reluctantly answer Yan Qing'an's question: "No, just when they wanted to back up, they broke in, pressed me on the table, beat me, and knocked me unconscious gone."

"Where is the video now?" To put it bluntly, Yan Qing'an is still most concerned about this issue. Even though Hu Yinglin has no photos in his hands, it is still very beneficial for them to have a video.

Hu Yinglin was forced to raise his head, his scalp was so painful that his voice was a little out of tune, "Yes, it's in my online disk, Mr. Yan. I'm afraid it's not safe to store it on the computer, so I saved it in the online disk."

Yan Qing'an got the answer he wanted, and then let go of Hu Yinglin's hair. Hu Yinglin's head suddenly lost its support, and hit the floor all of a sudden, his nose was sore, hot and hot, leaving two nosebleeds down.

Even though the nosebleed was knocked out, Hu Yinglin didn't dare to cry out, and quickly knelt up, regardless of whether the nosebleed was flowing crazily or not.

Yan Qing'an got up and went to the desk in front of the French window, on which was a laptop.

Yan Qing'an turned on the computer, opened the network disk page that Hu Yinglin said, looked up at him, "account number, password."

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