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Chapter Interrogation

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In New York City at night, next to an abandoned building, a strong man leaned against a white car, flickering in the darkness with a cigarette in his mouth. .biquge

Soon two men with trembling bodies and sneaky demeanor appeared on the street, walking towards the big man standing next to the car and smoking.

"Is it available?" one of the two men asked.

"Of course." It was obvious that this was not the first time for the strong man to do this kind of business. He skillfully took out a packet of white powder from the middle of his jacket and shook it in front of their eyes.

The two men impatiently handed a roll of dollars to the strong man, and then eagerly snatched the white powder from the strong man's hand.

The two people, who were almost driven crazy by the drug addiction that penetrated their bones, had even forgotten that they were on the street at this time.

The strong man looked at the two guys who had almost lost their minds with a sneer, then opened the car door and planned to drive away. After all, even if the two guys vomited blood and died in the next second, it would not be considered a strange thing. He didn't want to get in trouble because of these two trash.

The car had just started, and before he could step on the accelerator, a black figure hit his front windshield directly.

The strong man took a closer look and realized that the person who hit the car's windshield turned out to be one of his regular customers.

"Stab!"

There was a heartbreaking sound of metal twisting. The strong man turned his head and looked in the direction of the car door, only to find that his car door had been torn off by someone.

Just when the strong man was still immersed in shock, a thick arm grabbed the strong man's clothes and dragged him out of the car and threw him heavily to the ground. Then a voice said to the strong man, " I think you must be Stanton from the Fang Gang."

Stanton, who was dizzy and frightened, didn't know who did all this, but he immediately said in panic, "Hey! Man, I don't know who you are, but if you want money, I have a full 5 The goods in US dollars are on this car! And if you let it go, I think I can provide you with more goods!"

"These are not the things I want." Tang En said to Stanton lying on the ground, "I want to know where your goods come from?"

"Fake!" Stanton, who had woken up, finally saw Tang En's appearance clearly and understood what he was facing.

Unlike the unlucky guy who was thrown against the car window before, Stanton had once seen with his own eyes those transvestite freaks who were just rumors in the eyes of others. It was precisely because of that encounter that Stanton was in the hospital. After lying in bed for half a year, all his men were killed, so his position in the gang was replaced by others. Otherwise, Stanton would not have been reduced to selling goods alone at the risk of being robbed like he is now. .

After Stanton knew that the person who caught him was not the police or other gang members, he gave up hope and fell to the ground to pretend to be dead, because he knew that these transvestites were naive guys who would not hurt anyone at most. It was just a severe beating, and his current situation wouldn't be that bad anyway.

Tang En looked at Stanton who was lying on the ground looking like a dead pig and was not afraid of boiling water. He stretched out his two arms from behind, lifted the car that Stanton was riding in into the air, and then threw it to an open space next to him.

Sparks from the twisting metal of the car as it hit the ground ignited the gasoline that seeped out from the ruptured fuel tank, turning the entire car into a twisted torch.

"No!" Stanton yelled desperately at Tang En with his burning car, "No, look at what you have done, the boss will kill me."

As an ordinary gang leader, Stanton has no habit of saving money, so he spent all his savings during his last half-year hospitalization.

He got the current batch of goods on credit from his boss through his previous connections in the gang, but just now the entire 20 yuan worth of goods had been destroyed in flames, and now Stanton has even been hospitalized. The money was gone. Of course, his fate was more likely to be that he was unable to pay the payment for the goods and was directly disposed of by his boss. (The amount here was not wrong, but Stanton had no intention of handing over all of his goods.)

"I think this is not what you should be worried about right now." Tang En said to Stanton who kept yelling.

"Go to hell, you bastard!" A furious Stanton pulled out a pistol from his clothes, pointed it at Tang En's head, and fired.

Stanton is not crazy. The reason why he did this is because the last time he fought with the pervert in red clothes with a pair of devil horns on his forehead, he knew that although these transvestites were powerful, they were not invulnerable. Shooting yourself at this distance was not without the possibility of killing her.

"what!"

A scream sounded out, but it was not Tang En who made the scream, but Stanton who fired the gun.

The reason Stanton screamed was not because of anything else but because the bullet fired by him when he pulled the trigger accurately hit Tang En's forehead. It only caused a spark, and then bounced back and hit Tang En. On Stanton's shoulders, Tang En's forehead was still very smooth but not even a white mark was left.

"Where did you come from, monster?" Stanton, who was lying on the ground, still refused to give up and shot Tang En with the pistol in his hand. As a result, he did not cause even a single bit of damage to Tang En until the bullets were exhausted.

Tang En glanced at the pistol bullets that had fallen on the ground and turned into small metal pancakes. He grabbed Stanley's head with an arm stretched out from behind and lifted him into the air, and then He asked Stanton again, "Can you tell me now, where did you get your goods? Or are you planning to try how hard your skull is?"

Tang En said as he slowly squeezed Stanton's head with his arms.

After feeling that his head would be squeezed at any moment, Stanton, who did not dare to gamble with his head, hurriedly said, "Please! Please! Stop! I'll tell you everything, don't kill me!"

"Thank you!" Tang En released his arm holding Stanton's head, but at this moment Tang En vaguely heard the sound of police cars.

Tang En glanced at the still burning car and immediately understood that this was probably the trouble he had caused.

Just when Tang En was about to make a quick decision, he suddenly thought of a good idea. Thinking of this, Tang En once again used the arm behind his back to catch Stanton in mid-air.

"Wait a minute what you plan to do, I will tell you everything." Stanton was horrified because he thought Tang En was going to kill him, so he said quickly.

After all, Stanton would not be so naive as to think that every transvestite pervert would be as incapable of killing as the guy named Daredevil he met last time. After all, he had also heard of the legend of the Punisher.

"Shut up." Although Tang En considered himself a kind person, he would not waste his kindness on such a scumbag who sold his status.

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