Chapter 67: I have a bad memory

Hearing the conversation between the two policemen who were fat and thin, Chen Yang couldn't imagine how horrible these policemen were, framed the innocent, beat the elderly, and blinded their superiors. These people were worse than bandits.
"Boy, I ask you, did you kill the nine dead people in the abandoned pit warehouse?"
The fat man roared fiercely, staring at Chen Yang with his eyes staring, and the baton in his hand struck the iron table, making a clanging sound, which looked particularly harsh in the closed interrogation room.
Obviously, fat police are more professional than thin police.
Chen Yang smiled indifferently and nodded: "Yes."
what is? !!
The fat and thin policemen froze and couldn't believe their ears. They thought of many answers, but they never thought that Chen Yang would admit it so simply.
The next routine should be a threat, and then a torture, but the other party directly acknowledged it, what should I do?
This kid doesn't show cards at all.
"Fuck, talk first." The fat policeman scolded and grinned, pointing his baton at Chen Yang and grinning: "Boy, if you blame, blame yourself for not knowing you, and dare to offend our Liao Institute. I tell you, Liao That ’s why the Secretary of the Municipal Bureau of Ma deems it important. If you offend him, you will be dead.

"Listening to you, it seems that you Liao Suo is very bullish. I don't know if he can beat Superman." Chen Yang leaned on the back of his chair, leaning Erlang's legs, but did not take the threat of the other party seriously.
The fat policeman looked at Chen Yang's leisurely appearance. His small eyes were quilted into a line, and Yin Yang said strangely, "I tell you, no matter who you are, you are dead today."
The thin policeman stood up and yelled viciously, "Boy, since you have pleaded guilty to killing nine lives, I won't embarrass you, give you a chance, as long as you kneel down and call our two grandpas, then The confession is signed and charged, and the two of us will not be embarrassed by you. And when the Liao team comes over, I will let him do it lightly. "
"You give me a chance?" Chen Yangchi laughed and looked coldly: "Just like this, I give you two a chance, you strip off the ground and roll three times, call me a hundred ancestors, I will spare you one Gosh. "
"Grass mud horse, dare to play with us!" The thin policeman yelled, holding on to his truncheon, and walked towards Chen Yang, saying, "Lao Tzu must let you kneel down today, or Lao Tzu will not be Wang."
"If you don't have a surname of Wang, then please follow my surname Chen, anyway, I am your ancestor."
Chen Yang's face was relaxed, and he was in stark contrast with the fierce look of the policeman who was desperate for a while.
The thin policeman waved his baton and smashed into Chen Yang's chest, very fierce.
Although the surface of the baton is rubber, it is a steel pipe in the middle. If you hit it with no effort, it will inevitably break the sternum and damage the internal organs.
"Your kid is so arrogant after being tortured, and now it's too late to regret it."
A thin smile appeared on the thin policeman's face, reminiscent of the picture of Chen Yang spitting blood and begging for mercy, his nerves showed abnormal excitement.
The fat policeman didn't seem to think that was enough, and took out a hidden sledgehammer from the iron cabinet next to him, and planned to pack up this little boy who didn't know what to do.
Seeing that the baton was about to fall on Chen Yang's body, suddenly, with a slam, the thin policeman flew out without warning, hitting the wall, making a loud noise, and a spider web-like crack appeared on the wall. Big.
puff.
The thin policeman spit out blood, slowly slipped to the ground, the baton in his hand fell to the ground, and rolled a long distance, before stopping.
He looked at Chen Yang with a look of horror, only to see that Chen Yang's right foot was lifted up high, and he also showed the posture of flying him, but just now, he didn't see how Chen Yang got out.
And this foot broke at least five of his ribs, and his teeth were shaking.
"Just like this, you want to torture a confession. You are too unprofessional."
Chen Yang slowly lowered his feet, and put his hands behind him back to the front. He had already broken the handcuffs, but he just didn't throw them away.
The two policemen glanced at the twisted and deformed handcuffs on the ground, and they sweated coldly on their foreheads. How much strength does it take to do this, is he still human?
The fat policeman who wanted to pounce on it, felt a dry throat, and groaned, but he did not have the courage to go up and beat Chen Yang, holding the hand of a big hammer, and he couldn't stop shaking.
Chen Yang stood up, twisted his lower arm, walked towards the thin policeman, looked down at the other side, and said coldly, "I hate others to threaten me, no matter who it is."
After that, he stepped on the thin policeman's left arm with a click, and the thin policeman's bones broke off, and he screamed screaming, his cheeks flushed in pain, and Chen Yang's eyes were full of fear.
He only felt the young man's eyes, cold and peaceful, as if he hadn't stepped on a person, but a bug.
"Sorry, I read it wrong. It seems that you were holding your baton in your right hand."
At this moment, Chen Yang Leng Buding said, scaring the thin policeman to jump out of his heart, too late to beg for mercy, and Chen Yang stepped on his right arm with a bone.
The fat policeman standing next to him saw this scene, and he was dumbfounded. After working in the police station for such a long time, he hadn't met such a cruel person, and broke his arm with two feet casually.
"Stop ~ EbookFREE.me ~ I ... I'll sue you for assaulting the police."
The fat policeman confronted Chen Yang's back, and trembled. When Chen Yang turned around, he quickly took out a pistol and pointed at Chen Yang. He yelled, "I crouched on the ground with my head, or I would shoot."
With a gun in hand, the fat man suddenly felt safe, cursing and grinning: "Fuck, it's so fierce. There is a kind of fist that you come to try, or my gun."
Chen Yang looked at the black muzzle in the fat policeman's hand and suddenly laughed. He wanted to kill "God" with a pistol, which was just a joke with God.
"Who am I provoking today? The underworld design ambushes me, and Baekdo also points a gun at me. Is it bad for me?"
Chen Yang muttered to himself, ignoring the fat policeman's pistol directly, and walked towards the other side unhurriedly, saying, "You better put the gun down, you know, the pistol is easy to go out of flame."
"Take your mother's fire."
The fat policeman yelled and courageously pulled the trigger.
But in an instant, Chen Yang flashed in front of him in a short stride, pushed his pistol down, and slammed the bullet out, hitting his own thigh.
The fat policeman screamed and fell to the ground, and the pistol fell into Chen Yang's hand.
"I said that pistols can easily go out of fire. Why don't you listen?
Chen Yang played with the pistol, turned it, pointed at the left palm of the fat policeman, and calmly said, "You shot just now, right?"
The fat policeman took a nap and busy: "No no no, it's right ... ah ... my left hand ... you hit the wrong ..."
Before he finished speaking, Chen Yang had shot through his left palm, then pointed his muzzle at the right palm, pulled the trigger with a bang, and a harmless smile on his face said, "No Sorry, I have a bad memory. "