The Road to Slaying God

The two went straight to that rotten tailgate.

When the two arrived, everything was calm. Obviously, the disappearance of the police has not caught the attention of others for the time being. For some police officers, it is not uncommon to leave the post when they go to work. The police profession is both rigorous and casual. After all, The degree of freedom of this profession is very large, especially the front-line police. Compared with civilian personnel, the degree of freedom is even more incredible.

The two walked to the small room on the third floor and saw that the middle-aged policeman had woke up and was struggling desperately. When they saw Liu Biao, they suddenly looked horrified. Apparently, he still remembered the bitch. The same is that this **** is no longer a bitch, exuding a fierce and cruel air.

Of course, what made him even more afraid was Zhang Yang. The child who started to be stupid had a cold look, calm and calm, and where did he start to be stupid.

I fell into a trap of precision setting!

This was the first thought in the middle-aged policeman's head.

When Liu Biao walked in and saw the middle-aged policeman struggling lying on the ground, Liu Biao couldn't help but look back, gratefully glanced at the publicity, of course, if he didn't need any gratitude, one look was enough.

Suddenly, the heart of the middle-aged policeman was beating for a while, because he saw that big young man had withdrawn a sharp machete with a metal cold light from his backpack. The middle-aged policeman couldn't help but despair and desperately moved his body With a look of begging, "whine" in his throat.

"Hey, are you awesome?" Liu Biao squatted on the ground and patted the middle-aged policeman with the cold machete.

"Well ..."

The middle-aged policeman felt the bitter coldness of the machete and desperately made a sound in his throat. He looked at Liu Biao poorly. Where is the majesty of a policeman? Of course, this has nothing to do with the identity of the policeman. The policeman is also a human being. It is normal When people encounter threats to their lives, they will have extreme fear, and the police are no exception.

"Well, you want to talk?" Liu Biao patted his hand on the middle-aged policeman's face again.

"Oh!" The middle-aged policeman nodded desperately.

"Okay, I'll let you speak, but I want to tell you that my knife is sharp. If you want to shout, I will just wave it so gently ... your throat will be cut ..." Liu Biao cut the knife He turned around suddenly in the air, scaring the middle-aged policeman, shaking his head and nodding.

Liu Biao gently scratched the middle-aged policeman's face with the sharp edge he saw, scaring the middle-aged policeman not to move, for fear that he accidentally touched the sharp blade.

Finally, Zhang Yang carefully bundled the adhesive tape out.

With a "slap ...", Liu Biao slapped his face on the policeman's face, slap the policeman into a slap, presumably, his identity has not been slapped in his life, his face was full of anger, but, immediately His anger was replaced by fear, because the sharp machete was put on his face again.

"I ask you, I ask, you answer." Liu Biao smirked.

"Uh-huh ..."

"Does the law prohibit the police from assaulting people?"

"Yes……"

"Slap ..." was another crisp sound, and Liu Biao slapped the middle-aged policeman to the ground with a bloodshot on the corner of his mouth.

"Fuck, since the police are not allowed to hit anyone, why do you hit me?" Liu Biao lifted the middle-aged policeman.

"Little brother, you let me put it, oh ... I won't hit anyone again ... I have old and young, please, let me go, I won't report the case ..." The police's hands and feet were tied , Finally managed to sit up with a snot and a tear.

With a "slap ...", Liu Biao slaps his face again: "Well, you slapped me three times, and I slapped you three too, it ’s not easy to see if you are old or young, uncle I do n’t want your last name. Okay, now it ’s up to our boss to handle you. ”

Liu Biao finished speaking, hey, he stood up with a smile.

"Well, in order for you to remember that the police can't hit people, so I decided to give you a little punishment, and I hope you cooperate, you know, if we really want to kill you, we won't talk to you ... ... "

"Thank you ... what are you doing?"

Watching Zhang Yang flip out a black plastic bag in the corner and pour out some firecrackers, he asked in horror.

"Well, don't talk, I'll show you how to do it."

Zhang Yang wrapped several large firecrackers around the middle-aged policeman, and then fixed them with adhesive tape. Then he opened a few firecrackers to vacate the gunpowder inside. Finally, he ordered a few more mosquito coils, which were placed in an upright cylinder Above, finally, it's done.

Looking at Zhang Yang's expression of concentration and carefulness, Liu Biao was somewhat inexplicable.

"See? There are six circles of lit mosquito coils around you?" Zhang Yang smiled lightly.

"Yeah, see." The middle-aged police officer nodded again and again.

"These mosquito coils are placed on top of these metal pillars. The middle of the metal pillars is empty. As long as the mosquito coils are burned to the last point, the remaining mosquito coils will fall into the space inside the metal pillars. What it means is that if the mosquito coil is not burned and falls on the powder on the ground, then the burning powder will ignite the firecrackers on your body, understand? "

"... I don't understand ..." The middle-aged policeman was a little at a loss.

"Oh, very simple, these six metal pillars are placed around your body with mosquito coils on them, so you can't move, if you move, the mosquito coils will fall, understand?"

"Understand ..." The middle-aged policeman suddenly understood the meaning of Zhang Yang, and was frightened with cold sweat.

"Oh, just understand, did you see these two metal pillars? It's on both sides of your hips. When people shout, they will surely make their stomachs abrupt. As long as you have a large range of motion, the firecrackers that are concerned about it naturally It will hang the mosquito coils, so I do n’t bother to seal your mouth. Remember, do n’t cry hard for help, when the life is not saved, you will be given a surname ... ”

"That, that ... What should I do after the mosquito coil is burned?" The middle-aged policeman did not dare to speak loudly, for fear that the mosquito coil would fall and ignite a layer of gunpowder on the ground.

"Hehe, there are two ways. If you are not afraid of being ugly, just shout, here is only a few tens of meters away from where you work, someone should be able to hear, and someone will naturally save you by then. Of course, there is another way, That is, you break the rope yourself. The rope that binds your hands is some distance away. When the mosquito coil is burned, you can stand up and jump to the edges of those walls to rub the rope. The hands are untied. I told you ... good luck ... "

The middle-aged policeman watched as the two young men left tearfully. Now, he can't move, and even shouts can't. Although the firecrackers on his body are not enough to kill him, they are enough to blow him up. Not like a person.

The middle-aged policeman regretted it, and regretted that his recklessness had almost made a big disaster for himself. Fortunately, the other party didn't ask for his last name, but just hit a few slaps ...

However, soon the middle-aged police discovered that this punishment is far more uncomfortable than slap in the face. If he chooses, he would rather the young man also slap him in the face for fifty, even if his teeth are lost. It doesn't matter.

This was a long wait. The middle-aged policeman stared at the slowly burning mosquito coil and remained motionless. This was a kind of torture and painful suffering. For the first time, he found how painful it was to move his limbs.

Two metal pillars are placed on the hip, one metal pillar is placed under his crotch, and two are placed on both sides of the foot. One is sandwiched between the feet. The wall behind his body is, that is, his angle There is no room to move, just move it, the pillar will fall, and the mosquito coils burning on it will fall to the powder on the ground ...

The mosquito coil burns terribly.

The middle-aged policeman bit his tongue bite fiercely to keep himself awake. At this time, however, he must not sleep.

The middle-aged police officer vowed secretly that he would never hit the suspect again ...

...

The middle-aged policeman was of course unexpected. Soon after, when Liu Biao came back to his hometown in glory, he came to h county again and was caught by him. He treated Liu Biao politely, but also made a good destiny. Of course, that It is already an afterthought.

"Zhang Yang, you guess he will report the mosquito coil after it burns?" Liu Biao asked.

"Oh, no, if I were him, it wouldn't. After all, he would only embarrass himself when he reported the crime, because he was greedy. If he reported it, he did n’t capture us, it did n’t mean anything to him. His face was lost. In fact, we can still humiliate him. After taking off his clothes, he will act according to the plan. In this way, he will not report the case any more, but that is a shame that will affect his life. Your hatred. It ’s not too deep, just fine ... ”

"That's right, just let the gas out, right, what do we do now?"

(To be continued)