Why are you police better than special forces?

Qin Yang, Cheng Hao and others did not rest.

They began to interrogate Yang Zihu repeatedly.

However, Yang Zihu kept his head down, looking dejected.

No matter how Qin Yang induces him, he doesn't speak, and he doesn't get in. It's very difficult to deal with.

Qin Yang looked at Yang Zihu, and recalled Yang Zihu's experience. His parents died, he had no relatives, and no heirs.

Now, he is suffering from advanced lung cancer.

In this case, it is almost impossible to be emotional.

Therefore, Qin Yang changed his thinking. He tried to see if he could impress Yang Zihu by helping him treat cancer.

however.

Yang Zihu is still reticent.

He was so stubborn that his eyes completely lost their luster.

Seeing that Yang Zihu didn't say a word, Qin Yang, Cheng Hao, and Cao Jianjun looked at each other and left the interrogation room together.

"This person doesn't say a word, it's hard to get information from him." Qin Yang shook his head.

Cao Jianjun pondered: "Now it seems that only those who have contact with Yang Zihu can find out this condition. It is impossible to expect Yang Zihu to say it himself."

Cheng Hao is also an old police officer, so he can tell.

This kind of person has experienced pain all over, and he is also extremely defensive.

It is very difficult to get out of the interrogation, and we can only fight a protracted war.

at this time.

Bang! !

In the interrogation room, there was a violent voice.

When Qin Yang heard this, his face changed drastically.

Cheng Hao and Cao Jianjun also changed their expressions slightly, and the three hurriedly opened the door of the interrogation room.

At this time, there was a pool of blood on the wall of the house.

Pfft!
Yang Zihu's body was weak and fell to the ground.

The three of Qin Yang were all stunned.

Looking at Yang Zihu who committed suicide by hitting the wall, the three of them looked down.

Cao Jianjun immediately went over and felt Yang Zihu's pulse, but he was very calm and completely out of breath.

Now, they could no longer get any news from the mouth of the dead.

"Report this matter to Bureau Song. It was our mistake to let the prisoner commit suicide." Cheng Hao sighed.

Qin Yang said in a deep voice: "Our loss may not be great, after all, Yang Zihu's mouth is like iron, no matter how long it takes, it is impossible to get any information out of his mouth."

Qin Yang has already seen that Yang Zihu's sadness is greater than his heart's death.

at the same time.

Pingling City.

In the basement of an old community.

The entrance to this basement is very hidden, away from the crowds, and the people who live in this community are left-behind old people in their seventies and eighties.

In the basement, there are thirteen people with Southeast Asian faces.

They had dark skin, cold eyes, and hid in the basement wearing ordinary clothes. The atmosphere in the basement was very gloomy.

"mission failed!"

"The man we found was a piece of trash. The hospital didn't explode, and neither did the shopping mall!"

"We wasted more than 30 bombs!"

Among the thirteen was a man with a shaved head and a tattoo of a leopard head on his neck.

These words came from his mouth.

It sounds like he was the leader of the 13.

"Hua Leopard, let's go find that person at night? See if he was caught by the police. If not, it's okay. We can silence him. If he is caught." At this time, another person spoke.

The bald man called the Leopard snorted coldly and said, "It's not necessary."

"That trash has probably been caught by Daxia officials. Isn't it a waste if we go to find them now?"

"What do you mean?" someone asked.

"We have to speed up the pace of action. The Daxia police have strong investigation capabilities. Our contact with Yang Zihu is not seamless. It is estimated that we will be found out in a day or two."

Hua Bao said: "Before they find out our temporary residence, we must do something big!"

Everyone is listening.

They were all desperadoes, and when they came to Great Xia, they never thought of going back alive.

But death must also create something.

The police in Daxia have always been very strict in supervision, which made their smuggling business completely impossible.

Moreover, the official peacekeeping troops of the Great Xia in the Black Continent and Persia made it difficult for them to do business in arms, white powder, and population.

This time, strictly speaking, it was a revenge and a threat. Their organization didn't want to do business in Daxia's territory, but the Persia and Black Continent regions absolutely couldn't let Daxia intervene.

"Tomorrow, you, you... the six of you, take the guy and go to the airport in Pingling City."

Huabao said slowly: "Tomorrow, some high-level officials from other countries should arrive."

"At that time, what should you do, don't you need me to teach you?"

"understand!"

The six people pointed at by the leopard all nodded, their expressions were motionless and indifferent.

Tomorrow is also their day of death.

But before dying, something earth-shattering must happen.

"The remaining seven."

"The remaining seven people, transfer location!"

"This basement is no longer suitable for us to stay in. We have to lurk until the day when the Youth Games starts."

Hua Bao said: "At present, our large force has arrived, but for the sake of safety, we have no way to communicate with each other, we only know the exact number."

"Besides us, there are another forty people. Many of these forty are locals from Daxia. They are all elite talents absorbed by our organization after going abroad."

"Among them, there are returnee elites and retired mercenaries. Their identities are fully qualified. They have been exposed to the Youth Games and can become spectators of the Youth Games!"

An evil smile appeared on the corner of Huabao's mouth: "We are just appetizers, they are the strongest killing moves of the organization!"

Hearing this, the other 12 people nodded slightly, and their expressions didn't change much.

They are dead men, and they will die sooner or later.

Hearing these news now, the feeling is not particularly deep.

What they are thinking about at the moment is only their own family members. The organization never treats the family members of the deceased badly. Presumably, after their death, the family members must have a very good life.

Tonghai District Bureau of Pingling City.

Bureau Song is currently conducting a late-night video conference.

At the meeting, the director of the Pingling City General Bureau said with a serious face: "Song Wei, the prisoner you captured, Yang Zihu, died. You have to bear a great responsibility!"

Song Wei is Song Bureau's real name.

Bureau Song bowed his head for training.

"Yang Zihu, as a person who was in contact with that organization, he could have obtained more useful information from him, but your subordinates were so careless, but they guarded such an important witness to death! "

"Song Wei, if you don't do well this time, let alone you, even I will be implicated!"

"I know that there are two people under your command who seem to have made great contributions to the hospital bombing. But this time, they are also the ones who supervise Yang Zihu."

"Deprive them of all their achievements!"

The General Administration spoke extremely harshly.

All the directors of other sub-bureaus were silent, not daring to say a word.