Chapter 579 Perverted The Uyghur young man's eyes were shining with vicious light, staring at Qi Xin in front of him viciously, his teeth clucking.
Seeing this, Qi Xin nodded, smiled, slowly loosened the Uyghur youth's hair, and said, "Okay, I also want to see how hard your body bones can be."
Qi Xin took the Uyghur youth back to the branch of the ASEAN Association, and Sister Hong, who heard the news, personally interrogated him.
However, as in the case when Qi Xin interrogated him, he refused to say anything.
Seeing that his mouth was very hard, Sister Hong no longer asked him personally, and directly handed him over to the angry ghost Fang Yuan to deal with.
Fang Yuan was the one who was the best at torture in the entire Red Sleeve Hall, and as long as his torture instrument was revealed, it would give people a creepy feeling.
It was a black box, and when it was opened, there were several layers inside, the first layer was a scalpel of various sizes, the second layer was a variety of small hooks, small scratchers, small tweezers, etc., and the third layer of tools was a little larger, all of which were hammers, bone saws, and the like.
The weight of the toolbox had to be more than a dozen pounds, and it was placed on the table with a muffled sound, and then the ASEAN people tied the Uyghur youth to a very professional dissecting table, and the hands, feet, and head were all firmly fixed with belts.
Fang Yuan put on a special surgical gown solemnly, wearing rubber gloves on his hands, a mask on his face, a medical cap on his head, and only two eyes were exposed.
He raised his hands slightly, stood in front of the dissecting table, smiled at the Uyghur youth above, and asked softly: "Do you know what I do, I studied medicine for six years, just because I stole a head and took it back to the dormitory to do research, the school expelled me, you say they are bastards or not" The Uyghur youth's eyes widened wide and round, and he turned his head with great effort, looked at Fang Yuan, and asked in a trembling voice in shock and horror: "What are you going to do to me?"
"Don't worry, my technique is very exquisite" Fang Yuan opened his fingers, someone on the side turned on the CD player, and beautiful and light music sounded.
His body swayed gently to the music as he gently picked up a lancet from his toolbox.
The lancet, also known as the scalpel, pinched the handle with two fingers, shook it in front of the eyes of the Uyghur youth, and then bent down and whispered softly in his ear: "I'll help you peel the skin, even if you don't use anesthetic, it won't hurt very much with my hands."
As he spoke, his gaze moved down to look at the Uyghur youth's body, and seeing that his clothes were still on his body, he frowned dissatisfiedly, pointed down with a lancet, and at the same time looked at his subordinates around the dissecting table in confusion.
Every time Fang Yuan used the torture, even for the people of the Red Sleeve Hall, it was as if they had experienced a hell on earth, and everyone present now naturally tensed their nerves, and their hearts were all in their throats.
Seeing Fang Yuan's movements, people suddenly came back to their senses, and several big men found scissors, almost scrambling to cut off all the clothes on the Uyghur youth, and then holding the cut rags, Fang Yuan said cautiously: "Brother Fang, I'll go and throw away the clothes."
After getting Fang Yuan's nod and approval, everyone was relieved and walked out quickly holding the clothes of the Uyghur youth.
The rest of the personnel looked at each other, their faces becoming more ugly than the other.
Fang Yuan returned to the dissecting table, humming softly to the music of the CD player: "atheeavesare." own, andtheskyisgray" He was humming on his mouth, the lancet in his hand was not idle, first cut a small hole under the armpit of the Uyghur youth, and when the blood flowed out, he immediately picked up the tweezers with his other hand, picked up the cotton ball and sucked the blood dry, and then the lancet in his hand went down the knife edge of the Uyghur youth's armpit, across his chest, under his ribs, until he reached his waist, and then he turned to the other side of the youth, as he did, and also cut a long cut on the other side, Next, he made a horizontal cut between the young man's shoulders, and then picked up the epidermis little by little with a lancet, pinched a corner with tweezers, and gently pulled upwards while using the lancet to carefully cut the link between the epidermis and the underlying muscles The heart-rending screams of the young people were mixed with the soothing and pleasant music, which made everyone present feel the urge to vomit.
At this time, Sister Hong, Zhan Changhong, Qi Xin, and Liao Guang couldn't stand it anymore, they all turned around and walked backwards in unison, until they came out of the underground torture room, and when they arrived in the dim corridor outside, they seemed to still be recalling Fang Yuan's humming voice in their ears: "I'vebeenforawak, onater'sday" Qi Xin swallowed his saliva, looked at Sister Hong, and asked, "Sister Hong, this guy is a hard bone, will he recruit him?"
The corners of Sister Hong's mouth were raised, and she asked rhetorically, "Have you ever seen anyone who hasn't opened his mouth under Fang Yuan's knife?"
Qi Xin was about to speak, when he suddenly heard a scream in the torture room: "Qi Xin, you bastard, who made you break his fingers, do you know that you destroyed a work of art?"
Hearing Fang Yuan's scream as if someone had stepped on his tail, Qi Xin shook his head helplessly, he grabbed his hair, turned around and walked towards the end of the corridor.
More than an hour later, the door of the torture room opened, and Fang Yuan, who was covered in blood, walked out slowly, the two rubber gloves in his hands were completely bloody, and when he saw Sister Hong outside, he took off his mask, walked up and smiled, and said: "Sister Hong, he has recruited everything, he is a member of the Ersa Gang, what Fan Shuhua said is not wrong at all, the Ersa Gang does have a drug warehouse, and it is at No. 47 Zhoushui Street, because our original action was too fast and sudden, they did not have time to transfer the drugs in the warehouse in a hurry, There are at least about 200 kilograms of white powder stored in the warehouse, and the purity is very high, more than 90 percent."
Hearing his words, Zhan Changhong immediately raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "There is no such high-purity white powder on the market with a purity of more than 90%, they haven't done processing yet, but what they are hoarding is raw materials."
As long as the craftsmanship of the drug maker is not too bad, the purity of the heroin extracted is usually more than 90 percent, but this pure drug is not sold to the outside world, and it needs to be reprocessed, that is, mixed with other things.
The purity of the drugs sold to drug dealers has usually dropped to less than 50 percent, and the drug traffickers will further process the drugs they buy, and the purity of heroin that ends up circulating in the market is almost 30 percent.
The purity of the drugs hoarded in the warehouses of the Isa gang is more than 90 percent, which means that they have not been processed, and if they are processed, 200 kilograms of white powder can be turned into 800 kilograms or more, which is a lot of money when converted into money Sister Hong's cold face finally showed a hint of a smile, she raised her hand, she wanted to pat Fang Yuan's shoulder, but seeing that he was covered with blood, she raised her hand and put it back, the other party Yuan smiled and praised: "Good job, hard work." ” Fang Yuan smiled, turned to the side, bowed slightly and asked, "Sister Hong, are you interested in appreciating the artwork I just made, but it's a pity that Qi Xin made a little flaw." ” Sister Hong was not at all interested in his so-called artwork, she waved her hand and strode out.
Liao Guang stupidly walked to the door of the torture room and glanced inside, he only saw a whole human skin hanging on a humanoid shelf, he didn't dare to take a second look, and followed Sister Hong and walked away quickly.
Fang Yuan shook his head helplessly while taking off his gloves, his gaze fell on Zhan Changhong, who subconsciously took a step to the side, waved his hand and said, "Don't look at me, I can't appreciate your artwork, I still want to eat at night."
As he spoke, he remembered something and asked, "You killed him" "He begged me on his own initiative."
Fang Yuan shrugged innocently.
Zhan Changhong smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "Go and change your clothes, we have to get ahead of the Yingjie Club and take down that batch of drugs."
Fang Yuan looked up and smiled, and said, "Not only can we take down this batch of drugs first, but we can also take the opportunity to create a trap for the Yingjie Society."
Conference room.
After all the four ghosts arrived, Sister Hong took the lead and said: "Now the drug warehouse of the Isa Gang has been investigated, it is at No. 47 Zhoushui Street, what do you think?"
Liao Guang stood up and said, "Sister Hong, do you still need to hesitate, we have to do it now."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Yuan waved his hand and said with a smile: "Zhoushui Street is our territory, and the warehouse has no long legs, so it won't run away by itself, what are you anxious about After all, it's more than two hundred kilograms, and we better act at night." ” Sister Hong nodded and said, "Fang Yuan is right, let's wait until the evening to act." ” Fang Yuan said again: "Sister Hong, I still have an idea of killing two birds with one stone."
As he spoke, he blinked happily, rubbed his hands and said: "Let's smuggle the drugs out of the warehouse first, but don't make a noise about it, where the brothers are secretly arranged, ambush them, and then find a Xinjiang person to live in the place where we raided today, it's all arranged, let's pretend to leave D City, when the time comes, Yingjie will definitely be in peace, and when they go to grab drugs, that is, when they get into our trap." ” Sister Hong's eyes lit up when she heard this, she smiled on her back, stroked her palm and said, "Fang Yuan's idea is good, what do you think?"
Zhan Changhong frowned and asked, "It's a good idea, it's just that where to find someone from Xinjiang to pretend to be him, if you don't kill him, it's good." ” Fang Yuan said indifferently: "Actually, we see that the people of Xinjiang are all about the same, as long as we find someone who knows him, the guys from the Yingjie Club may not be able to see the flaws."
Sister Hong smiled and said: "This method can be tried, if Yingjie will be fooled, we will earn it for nothing, if Yingjie will not be fooled, we have nothing to lose." ” "That's it" Fang Yuan nodded his head and gave Sister Hong a thumbs up, revealing an expression that Sister Hong knew me best.
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