Chapter 21: Forced Confession
Sorry everyone... something happened at home, an elder passed away, and I've been at the funeral parlor for a day...
Those brainless black kids, at most, can only affect my mood with their second-rate, childish behavior, but they cannot affect my updates... Unfortunately, I've encountered some unfortunate events. Thanks to those friends who continue to support me... As for those black kids, whose IQ is below average, it's actually completely unnecessary to pay attention to them...
Zhang Shuye almost choked to death from a mouthful of water, and even the soldiers who were executing him were covered in cold sweat. Although some things were beyond his comprehension, such as taking an airplane or being forced to drink chili water, inserting bamboo skewers was simple and straightforward, easy to understand at first listen. He said: "I get it about inserting bamboo skewers, but I really haven't heard of those other little tricks!"
"Are you really going to do it? This isn't just a matter of inserting something into the flesh and calling it a day. It's about using bamboo skewers to insert it from under their fingernails, I want to see how stubborn they are!"
The soldier who carried out the execution wiped away a cold sweat, originally thinking that the bamboo skewer was inserted into the flesh but did not expect it to be inserted into the gap between the fingernails, and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
It turns out that this soldier is also too unprofessional, if it's an ordinary official in the government, there are many skilled executioners who can play out various execution methods!
The three of them were frightened to death and hastily cried out: "Sir, sir, we surrender, we surrender! We are innocent, actually we didn't come to assassinate the immortal master!"
"Speak quickly!" Zhang Shu yelled coldly.
Helpless, the three people were frightened out of their wits and told everything that should or shouldn't be said. It turned out that these individuals were actually the same gang as Lao Xiao San! These three people were all rascals who hung around in Ma Ji Cun, specializing in theft, robbery, and deception, and had been eyeing Wen Fei for more than a day or two. However, Wen Fei came and went hastily, never giving them an opportunity to make their move.
This time, the Western Xia people attacked, and they ran a bit slower, so they were caught by the Western Xia people. The three rascals originally thought that they would be captured and enslaved again, and they wanted to escape, but they were caught by the Western Xia people again. Just as they were about to kill the three men, a Western Xia monk saved them. He asked the three men to help them infiltrate the Song army's camp together and capture Wen Fei alive. If successful, they would be heavily rewarded, so the three shameless ones agreed. They then mixed in with the civilians along with a Western Xia monk.
Wen Fei's face was unpredictable, but he was furious in his heart. People do not intend to hurt tigers, tigers have the intention of hurting people, unexpectedly these stinky Western Xia people dared to make their own decisions, they really deserved to die!
Zhang Shu Ye waved his hand, letting the people drag these three thugs away to continue interrogating them. He asked clearly how they had mixed in and how many insiders were inside. After finishing the interrogation, he saw Wen Fei's face was gloomy and frightening.
Zhang Shuye said, "Master Xian, don't get angry. These monks are probably eyeing the treasure in your hand!" The treasure Zhang Shuye mentioned was naturally the spear. Although the principle of this spear was not mysterious to these ancient people and couldn't be used as a palm thunderbolt to deceive them.
But gunpowder and such things originally came from the Taoist school, and within the Taoist school there were various masters of magical techniques who were skilled at creating all sorts of strange and ingenious devices. Thus, Wen Fei's handgun was transformed into a Taoist magical instrument!
"They're staring at the handgun in my hand?" Wen Fei was stunned, recalling the last time they attacked the city when the Western Xia people used a demon-suppressing club. Coupled with the fact that this time the Western Xia monks were also involved, he feared that they had really taken a liking to his handgun and might even want to replicate it...
These people simply have no idea that this is technology from a thousand years later, and even if they were given a replica, they wouldn't be able to make it. Whether it's the materials or the processing technology, they are far from reaching!
Wen Fei is a bit petty, this time almost suffered such a big loss, if not revenge back, the heart would be like eating flies generally uncomfortable. Mainly Wen Fei does not put those Western Xia people in his eyes, if he suffered a big loss in Huang Sheng's hands, he could not afford to offend him and could only make a fortune silently. When eating persimmons, you should also pick soft ones, right?
However, although Western Xia was a country and a military power in the Northern Song Dynasty, Wen Fei didn't take it seriously. He thought to himself, "So what if I really transport several tens of millions or hundreds of millions of catties of salt here and cut off the livelihoods of these damned people of Western Xia?"
All the way back to modern times, Wen Fei was still in a bad mood, thinking about how to give the Western Xia people a ruthless blow, letting them know the greatness of Dao Master!
This massive logistics hub, the warehouse area is absolutely beyond anyone's imagination. Wen Fei is doing something inside, it's like a drop of water in the ocean, and it's hard to find out what it is. Moreover, the most important thing is that this logistics company has a good business situation, although it's not a highly profitable enterprise, but with such a large warehouse, it can provide a steady cash flow. It seems that Huang Sheng sold this company to Wen Fei at a great loss!
What made Wen Fei most satisfied was the entire warehouse, covering an area of nearly 50,000 to 60,000 square meters, which is equivalent to more than 100 acres. The entire warehouse district is so large that people who are not familiar with it can easily get lost inside. Every day, there are tens of thousands of vehicles coming and going. Wen Fei drove his old van in and out without arousing anyone's attention.
What should be used to avenge the Western Xia people? Even if it is calculated that salt can be used to kill the Western Xia people, it is not something that can be done overnight. It may even require a protracted war, taking several years to exhaust the Western Xia. This does not conform to Wen Fei's style, and Wen Fei thought about how to immediately take revenge.
But at this moment, Wen Fei's phone rang, a very unfamiliar number. He picked it up and heard the warm laughter on the other end of the line: "Is that Brother Wen Fei? I'm Liang Xiang, do you still remember me?"
Wen Fei immediately replied: "Oh, it's Captain Liang! How could I forget you?"
A hearty laugh came over the phone: "Last time, those blind followers of mine offended my younger brother. This time, I'm here to invite my younger brother out for a drink and make amends!"
Wen Fei laughed and said: "How dare I let Captain Liang treat me, Captain Liang helped me so much last time. Let me invite you instead... Let's meet at Cloud Sky Building..."
Li said with a smile: "I'll invite you, my treat is to borrow flowers and offer Buddha, there's a public account to pay for it, don't fight with me! Cloud Sky Building is famous, but it's just a showy place, today I'll take you to a good place!"
Wen Fei cursed under his breath, indeed those who eat at public expense are all wealthy and arrogant. It just so happened that it saved money for me, Daoye. He pretended to decline a few times, seeing that Liang Xiang was sincerely inviting him, he agreed to come down.
He hung up the phone, and Wen Fei pondered that flattery is a form of thievery. Liang Xiang, as a battalion commander, was considered to be someone with status and prestige. Why would he invite a low-ranking person like me to dinner?
Last time, Liang acted like a dark-faced Bao Gong, upholding justice impartially. If not for Wen Fei's prior knowledge of the inside story, he would have been deceived by him. All crows in the world are black; where can one find another true Bao Gong in this world?
