Chapter 1067

Everything is connected!

Thinking of this, a sneer appeared at the corner of Zhang Feng's mouth, and it seemed that Joule, an old thing, still had something to hide from himself.

For example, why did Pedro put his father in his private hospital to take care of, but only sent two people to protect him? Isn't it afraid of accidents?

Standing up, he greeted Zhao Qiang and walked towards the basement.

Cang Dang.

The big iron door in the basement was opened, and Joule was shocked when he heard it. Why did he come back after just leaving for such a long time, and his heart became more and more tense.

He is the only one who knows whether he has said everything that should be said and whether he has to explain everything.

Zhang Feng sneered and sat in front of Joule.

"Dean Joule, it seems that you are not very honest, there are quite a few things to hide."

Hearing this, Joule was startled. Could this person already know? Impossible, no one knows about this except Pedro and himself.

"No, I have already told you what I should say. Really, you have to believe me." Joule still insisted that he had already explained what he should explain.

"Really? I don't think you can cry without seeing the coffin. If you have a hard duck mouth, you can't blame me."

After Zhang Feng finished speaking in a deep voice, he pulled out his belt and suddenly laughed, “Although I don’t like this very much, and I don’t admire violent interrogation methods, because it’s too low-tech, but sometimes I have to admit it. , It really works!"

As he said, the rounded belt was pulled **** Joule's body, and the thin clothes were torn open with a long slit, revealing the wound inside.

You must know that the iron clip on his waistband is drawn on him!

Joule's heartbreaking screams, hysterical, his appearance looks really moving, but it's a pity that Zhang Feng and Zhao Qiang in this room have been baptized with blood and their hearts are harder than iron stone.

Zhang Feng walked in front of Joule and tore off his upper body clothes, revealing the scar just left on his chest.

Two fingers wide, a thin layer of flesh has been rolled up, and red blood is flowing out, dripping down.

"How is it? Dean Joule, how does it feel?" Zhang Feng said with a sneer: "You tell me if I have given you a chance, and you honestly said everything that should be said, why is it so far?"

"I know you still have thoughts in your heart, do you think the police or Pedro came back to save you? Really, I can only tell you that you think too much, even if they find me, you think I will keep you My life? I will kill you before they find here!"

After speaking, Zhang Feng took a half step backward, and another belt was drawn on Joule's body.

Snapped! Very accurate, this one fell on the last wound accurately, almost completely overlapping.

It was still the two-finger-wide wound, just like ploughing the ground with a rake, the wound was deeper, and the rolled up was no longer a thin layer of flesh.

The wound was completely red with blood, and the blood that flowed down had stained his abdomen extremely red.

"Ah..." Joule's cry was like killing a pig, and his scalp was numb from the severe pain.

"I said, I will tell you everything you want to know!"

Zhang Feng raised his eyebrows, "Oh? Really? You want to tell me? It's a pity that I don't really want to hear it now!" He said, he picked up the belt again.

How could Joule stand this, and said repeatedly, "Really, I tell you all, don't hit me, please don't hit me."

Hearing this, Zhang Feng put his hand down and asked the question he wanted to know, "What is the relationship between you and Pedro? Or what kind of interest exchanges are there between you? And that is, Lozano It was so important to him, but it was placed in your hospital, but only two people were sent to guard."

Joule glanced at Zhang Feng and was a little shocked, but he could only truthfully say: "Pedro and I are partners. After all, some injuries cannot be treated in public hospitals, so we have long-term cooperation in private. As for Lozano He said to the outside that he had arranged Lozano in a public hospital and was strictly protected. In fact, he was secretly transferred to me. Only my secretary and I knew about this matter, and everyone else kept it hidden."

Zhang Feng nodded slightly. Hearing what he said, it seemed like that, but there was always something wrong in his heart.

The brows frowned slightly, and he calmed down and thought about what Joule had said.

After thinking twice, I finally found out what was wrong.

trust! ?

Where did Pedro and Joule's trust come from? Why did the former dare to put a person as important as Lozano in the latter’s hospital, and not afraid that the latter would suddenly turn back for what purpose?

Is it because of treating the wounded? This reason is somewhat untenable.

That means that the old thing in front of you is still false.

The corners of his mouth twitched twice, and Zhang Feng really didn't expect that this guy was really like pouring beans.

To put it ugly, the skin is itchy!

Throwing the belt in his hand to Zhao Qiang, he said coldly: "Songsong the skin to Dean Joule!"

"Go!"

Zhao Qiang took the belt, without a word, walked directly in front of Joule, and the belt moved.

"Why are you hitting me? I have said and told you, don't hit me!" Joule shouted in astonishment, and wanted to continue, but the words were swallowed back because the belt had fallen on On his body, the only sound in his throat was screaming.

Zhao Qiang is not as "loving, sweet and cherishing jade" than Zhang Feng!

The belt had no rules, but it rained down on Joule's body. In a short moment, bloodstains staggered vertically and horizontally!

From the initial frantic scream, Joule turned into a weak moan. The saliva flowed down the corner of his mouth with blood, and the whole person was a little confused.

Zhang Feng felt that it was almost done, so Zhao Qiang stopped his hand, raised the bucket on the side, and poured cold water on Joule's body.

Joule was awakened quite a bit by the cold water, and he began to mutter: "Stop hitting, I said... everything... Please... don't hit me again..."

"Go ahead, Dean Joule, this is your last chance." Zhang Feng said coldly.

"Pedro's goods... put in my hospital warehouse... give me money..." Joule said intermittently.

Pedro's goods? What goods?

Zhang Feng's eyes suddenly widened. Why should the goods be stored in the hospital warehouse? It must be to cover people's eyes.

What kind of goods need to be hidden in Mexico City?

The answer seems to be self-evident, drugs!