C3 Drunkard

It had to be said that the police officers of that city were very professional. Any clues would not escape from their eyes.

Before he could open his mouth to defend himself, without any evidence or inquiry into the details of the case, because he accidentally bumped into the police officer sitting next to him, he was immediately charged with the crime of 'assaulting the police' in the next second.

Stupid Brother was even more unlucky, he already committed a crime before he even got on the car.

Didn't he say that he wouldn't wear handcuffs? Even the cops would reject him if he said that.

At 10 PM.

The first person to be questioned by the police was second brother.

When they entered the interrogation room, their second brother was pushed onto a chair by two policemen. Their arms were twisted behind their back and handcuffed tightly.

They had stuffed a small plastic bucket into his arms and back. It wasn't too big, but the distance it expanded was enough to cause second brother's muscles to feel an unbearable tearing sensation.

"Comrade …" Did you misunderstand … " Second brother endured the pain and said to the middle-aged policeman with a smile, "My brother and I have not done anything against the law …"

The middle-aged policeman on the chair looked at second brother and waved to the other policemen to let them out.

Second brother had mentally prepared himself to deal with the following interrogation, but what he didn't expect was …

That policeman didn't even look at second brother. He read the newspaper with relish and occasionally took a sip of the tea in the tea bowl, looking quite relaxed.

A minute passed …

Second Brother's expression was still as calm as before, and his face was filled with smiles.

The policeman ignored him, focusing on the entertainment news in the newspaper.

Two minutes …

Five minutes …

The tearing sensation on his arm gradually intensified. Second Brother felt as if his entire arm was about to break. Cold sweat continuously dripped from his forehead. His lips also showed signs of turning black.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of a phrase that people in his village often said.

It was better to provoke a hooligan than the police.

This bastard is bullying you, you can resist but the police are bullying you, you …

"What does this have to do with us!?" Why are you capturing us! "F * ck!"

The middle-aged policeman looked up at his second brother and nodded, saying, "Scolding people's servants, you have the tendency to attack the police."

He lowered his head again and went back to his newspaper.

"Little Li! "Come in!"

He heard the police shout, and then a young policeman in his twenties ran in.

Although he was wearing a police uniform, it could not be seen that he had the appearance of a police officer. His face was that of a ruffian, just like that of some of the tattooed city guards.

"What's wrong, Uncle Zhao?"

"This prisoner's mouth isn't clean. He must have gone into the police station to be scared senseless. Help him wake up."

"Understood." The young policeman nodded his head, and picked up a few books from the table. He casually asked the middle-aged policeman, "How thick should I place them on him?"

"This book is not bad. I quite like it." The middle-aged policeman looked at the book in the young man's hand, pointed to the thinnest one and said, "Give him this."

"Alright."

Second Brother did not expect what would happen next, but he did not open his mouth to ask. He clenched his teeth and watched everything in front of him in silence.

The young man walked over, put the book on his stomach and nodded, then went back and opened the drawer of the desk.

The police had many ways to interrogate prisoners. The most common way was to place something on the prisoner's stomach and then beat it with a blunt instrument. Although this method was simple and common, it was still very useful.

As long as the police had a good grasp on the situation, most hospitals would not be able to detect any problems, and the prisoners would not leave any traces of injuries.

It was also because this method was simple and effective that some policemen who did not have any professional ethics liked to play with criminals, especially when the relationship between the two was established on the topic of public revenge and private enmity.

"Bam!"

"Bang!" "Bam!"

"Bam!"

The young policeman swung the hammer in his hand without any scruples and started to hit his second brother's stomach again and again.

At the beginning, Second Brother didn't scream, he only pretended to be in extreme pain. Even if it didn't hurt so much, he still had to pretend that he was having a baby in order to get away and get the police to let him go.

Who would have thought that the young man was really a beast? Seeing that his second brother didn't call out, he increased the force in his hands, not fearing that a hammer strike would break a person's ribs.

Twenty minutes later, Second Brother was dragged back to the detention center by two policemen. Then, he opened the cage's gate and threw Second Brother inside as if he was throwing away trash.

At that time, Second Brother was in a very bad state. At least, it seemed like it. He was lying on the ground while breathing heavily and twitching non-stop. The spectators would have thought, "Aiyo, I won't be able to live for long."

The police probably thought so too. They were afraid that if he was beaten to death in the interrogation room, they could only give up and throw the unconscious Second Brother back.

"There's something in the department today, so I'll try you again tomorrow. Prepare yourself." When the police locked the cage, he pointed at Stupid Brother, then waved his hand at the other prisoners in the detention cell: "You guys come here."

Stupid Brother did not care about what the police officers were saying to the prisoners whose eyes were flashing. He immediately ran to Second Brother's side, squatted down and picked him up, then laid him down on a bunk to the side.

"Brother, are you alright?!"

"Say something! What happened to you?! "

No matter how Stupid Brother called out to him, Second Brother was still unconscious. He would twitch from time to time, making people anxious.

At this time, the two policemen leisurely walked away, while the other prisoners started to surround them.

"Idiot." A certain prisoner shouted to the Stupid Brother.

This form of address was quite reliable. A 1.8m Stupid Brother was indeed rather fitting of this name.

If it was the Stupid Brother in front of him, he would probably agree to it, but now that all of his attention was focused on second brother, he did not have any plans to cooperate.

This reaction made the prisoner feel very disgraced.

With a crisp smack, Stupid Brother was slapped in the back of his head.

"I don't want to fight you right now." Stupid Brother turned around and said: "When my second brother wakes up, I'll fight you again."

The silly answer made them laugh out loud. They thought to themselves, "Is this guy looking for death or something?" Did you not see how many of us there were?

"What are you trying to act cool for?!"

Following the constant cursing, Stupid Brother received another kick on his back. This time, his anger was completely stoked.

Just as he was about to stand up, he heard a familiar sneer.

"It's not illegal to hit someone here, is it?"

He turned around and saw his second brother sitting up, rubbing his stomach. There was no sign of him standing up.

"F * ck me, this beast is really ruthless. If I didn't faked my death …" Second Brother reached out his hand and pulled Stupid Brother, who was standing in front of him, to sit on his bunk. He stood up, and the anger that he had endured for half a day slowly surfaced on his face.

"Bro, you don't need to step on people like that." Second Brother said to the prisoners, "Brother, there's no need to do this to my little brother, right?"

"From the sound of your accents, you guys are from the northeast?" The leader of the prisoners asked his second brother.

Second brother nodded.

"You've just come to this city to look for work, haven't you?" He looked at his second brother's civilian clothes and asked again.

Second Brother nodded again.

"Sure, then I'll teach you some rules today." That person said, making sure that they did not have a backer, he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to teach them a lesson.

Second Brother laughed and finally nodded his head. He also said the same thing.

"Alright, please teach me the rules."

If one were to say the feeling of Stupid Brother's fist hitting someone's face, it was similar to the feeling of someone smashing into a wall while running frantically.

Then second brother's fist would be more unique.

He was thin, but not skinny, and I doubt if he had biceps in his bones.

His fists were like bones wrapped in skin, and there were calluses all over them. It was as though he was using a hammer to smash someone when they were about to hit him.

The night at the detention center.

Miserable screams, the sound of fists hitting flesh, and the sound of people flying out and smashing against cages rang out without end.

Five minutes later, Second Brother had the last slightly sober prisoner pressed against the door of the cage. He grabbed his hair and kowtowed to the iron gate. Only then did the place become completely silent.

"Why isn't the police here?" Stupid Brother looked suspiciously at the corridor outside the cage.

The second brother shook his head, "When we came, we heard them mumbling, saying that they went to eat supper. There was no one guarding outside, even if they heard the sound, they would probably think that we were being beaten up."

Then, Second Brother miserably lit up a cigarette. This was something that Second Brother had taken from a prisoner when he made his move. It was the kind of cigarette that was one fifty-one yuan, and it was extremely spicy and spicy.

When people were on fire, smoking would only make them even hotter. Second Brother had experienced it at the time.

"Fuck, I was too impulsive. I couldn't hold my temper in for a moment. Why is it that these cops are even darker than the rascals in our hometown …"

The second brother muttered. Then he saw Stupid Brother stood up and walked over to the prisoner who had slapped him. He bent down and grabbed his shoulder, lifting him up.

The one meter eight Stupid Brother could easily carry this one meter seven prisoner, that was what he himself thought.

Without waiting for second brother to speak, Stupid Brother used both of his arms and threw the person a few meters away like he was throwing away trash.

Smashing into the wall, he fell to the ground, unconscious.

"He was pretending just now. I saw him open his eyes and look at you." Stupid Brother sat beside Second Brother and said anxiously: "We have to think of a way. If we go to jail, our Dad and the others will die from anger."

"I know, so I was thinking about how we're going to get out." Second Brother sighed.

Perhaps this was the first time that second brother felt such a strong sense of powerlessness.

Helpless, he was caught by the police. Everyone knew that they were in cahoots with the traffickers, but they just couldn't get out.

Besides, he was still unfamiliar with the big idiot. If this was in his hometown, it would be easier to solve the problem. At least, it would be fine if he stuffed some money into it. However, this matter was clearly not that simple.

"Damn, I really shouldn't have imitated Lei Feng." Second Brother shook his head.

"I feel that what we did was right. Dad said that we would..."

"Whoa!" One against six, your skills are pretty decent, didn't you say you came from the Shaolin Temple? "

Stupid Brother and second brother looked towards the direction of the voice. They saw a thirty to forty year old middle-aged man sitting on the bed, looking at them with a surprised expression.

It was only then that Second Brother remembered that he was the only one who did not go and talk to the police, and also the only one who did not make a move against Stupid Brother and the rest.

At the beginning, Second Brother and the others thought that this person was a drunkard. He was snoring from head to toe and did not wake up even after being beaten into a frenzy. If this wasn't a drunkard, then what else could he be?

Second Brother politely smiled at that person without saying a word.

That person suddenly asked Second Brother.

"Do you want to go out?"

Stupid Brother immediately nodded, while Second Brother did not say anything, but stared at that person.

"If you want to get out, I can help all of you fuck those idiots …"

Hearing his endless stream of profanities, second brother came to a conclusion that this was a f * cking drunk madman.

The drunkard's foul words came to a stop as he spoke in a normal tone …

"If you want to leave, I can help you."

"Isn't this the problem of getting out whenever we want to? Those beasts are obviously making things difficult for us …" Second brother smiled bitterly.

For a time, the drunkard started spitting out dirty words without any warning. First, he cursed his second brother for being blind and not being able to recognize Mt. Tai. Then, he walked over to a prisoner and kicked him out to express his anger.

Finally, he walked to the side of his second brother and the others. He sat on the bed and pointed at himself.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Who are you?" Second brother was getting a bit annoyed. Smelling the alcohol on his nose, he really wanted to kick this drunk grandson away.

The drunkard smiled in disdain and pointed to himself.

"I am … "Ugh!"

The second brother had vomited without any warning and stared blankly at the drunk. He had not expected everything to happen so suddenly.

Stupid Brother was also shocked, but he was also surprised. Fuck, someone else's name is' puke '?

Second Brother looked at his clothes that were covered in vomit, his temper was about to rise again.

[Is this guy here to kill himself or something?] Come and puke all over me!?

But before he could get angry, the drunk wiped his mouth with second brother's clothes.

"Damn..." I am Bai Baoguo! "