radicalducati Chapter 51 The Gift Has Been Arranged
Chapter 51 The Gift Has Been Arranged
Quick Knife seemed not to hear, reached out and pinched his chin with such force that it felt like he was going to crush his bones. With a "squeak," the prisoner cried out in pain, tears streaming down his face.
"Tell me, what's the closest route taken by Operation 76, and where is that shipment you hid in the warehouse in the west of the city?"
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling ruthlessness.
Just as the prisoner was about to speak, Quick Knife suddenly released his grip and picked up the boning knife he had brought with him from the table—a knife sharper than the torture instruments in the interrogation room, its back polished to a mirror-like shine.
He bent down and waved the blade in front of the prisoner's eyes. The cold glint of the blade reflected on his face, making his eyes appear particularly fierce.
"Not going to talk?" Quick Knife's fingers lightly traced the blade, making a soft "slicing" sound. "Then I'll start with your ear and slowly cut it. Can you take it? I'd like to see how many hits you can withstand."
As he spoke, he actually raised his knife, the tip pointing at the prisoner's ear.
The prisoners screamed in terror and struggled desperately, but the iron chair was welded to the ground and they couldn't move at all.
Kuai Dao seemed not to notice; with a slight twist of his wrist, the blade had already grazed the prisoner's ear.
With a "plop," beads of blood immediately gushed out and flowed down the prisoner's cheek.
"Ah—" The prisoner was in so much pain that he almost fainted, and began to talk nonsense, revealing everything he knew.
Quick Knife nodded in satisfaction, put down the knife, wiped the blood off his hands with his apron, then walked to the corner, opened the brown paper bag, and took out a short knife. The knife was half the length of a boning knife, but the blade was narrower and sharper, as if it were specially designed for close-quarters combat.
"Captain," Quick Knife turned to Yan Shuo, a hint of self-satisfaction in his eyes, "this kid's stubborn, we still need to be a little ruthless. But don't worry, I didn't kill him, just let him know what happens when you go against us."
Yan Shuo leaned against the door frame, looking at the short knife in Kuai Dao's hand, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
He knew that although Kuai Dao was ruthless, he was reliable; once he took action, there was no one he couldn't pry open. "Well done," Yan Shuo said. "After the interrogation, deal with him properly, don't leave any loose ends."
"Understood." Quick-Knife replied, then turned and walked back to the prisoner, continuing to threaten him with his knife until the man confessed everything.
Screams echoed throughout the interrogation room. Su Ling stood at the door, her brows furrowing slightly as she looked at the gleaming dagger in Kuai Dao's hand.
She loved cleanliness, and although she could tolerate the mess in the torture chamber and the screams of the prisoners, the direct threat of a knife by a quick-drawn knife still made her feel somewhat uncomfortable.
However, she also knew that in this chaotic world, gentleness was sometimes useless; only ruthless methods like a sharp knife could allow one to gain a foothold in a place like No. 76.
She took a deep breath, turned and left the interrogation room to attend to other matters.
Meanwhile, Quick Knife continued his work in the interrogation room, the sound of his blade slicing through the air like a cruel symphony.
After finishing his work, Kuai Dao cleaned the basement, making it spotless. He also put the body in a bag. Yan Shuo told him to leave and that he could handle the body himself. Digging a pit was too tiring, so he told Kuai Dao to get some sleep. He drove to Binlang Road, to the garbage incinerator, and went straight to the incinerator that Manager Wang had reserved for him. He threw the body from the ring in, said hello to Old Wang, and went back to sleep after it was burned.
Wu Sibao felt like he was having a run of bad luck today. Those killers—the kind who kill people and then take the bodies away—were coming to bother him again, which infuriated him.
Every time someone kills his own people, they even take the body away, making it impossible for him to investigate the case. He feels clumsy and awkward, only able to look for clues left at the crime scene, which is very difficult and yields very few leads. As usual, he got a scolding from Li Qun, wiped the spittle off his face, and led a few of his men to search for clues everywhere. It was late at night before he finally went back to rest, exhausted.
Lin Lele, who was pretending to be a good boy and a errand boy, grinned slyly and approached Wu Sibao with a lighter, whispering, "Captain, it's bad news. Nobody wanted this to happen. I guess we didn't leave enough men, and the enemy took advantage of the situation. Look, I got a good thing. You can play with it!"
"Hey! You're not bad, kid. This lighter looks pretty high-end. You've got money now?" Wu Sibao played with the lighter, lighting and extinguishing it, thoroughly enjoying himself. He glanced at his loyal underling and asked.
"How could that be? My money is the boss's money, isn't it? A few days ago, I went to the concession and saw that Ximei Trading Company was selling these, so I bought one. I thought it was pretty good, and I was thinking, Boss, you're so good to me, always thinking of me when there's something good. So I bought one for you. Look, I bought one too. Half a month's salary has gone into it," Lin Lele said with a smile.
"Hmm, you're quite sensible, thinking of your boss when there's something good. Alright, you've had a long day, go and rest." Wu Sibao waved, telling Lin Lele to go back to her dorm to rest.
After Lin Lele went back to her dormitory, Wu Sibao played with his lighter, took out his treasured high-end cigars, cut one open, and lit it with the new lighter. "Clang!" The crisp sound and the satisfying feeling of lighting it as soon as he opened the cap made him instantly like it.
He was even more satisfied with Lin Lele's filial piety. "This guy is really sensible. I'll let him do good things for me in the future," Wu Sibao thought.
But then he thought about the mess he'd made today and started to worry again. Nearly 100 of his men had died recently, and the action team was short-handed. He needed to go out and recruit more people from gangs, otherwise, if they were to go on missions in the future and he was attacked by those assassins who liked to loot corpses, he wouldn't even have anyone to take the bullets for him, which would be a real disaster.
Anyway, there are plenty of desperate criminals in the gang. You can call them all at once. Even if they die, you don't have to pay compensation. The compensation is all yours, hmph.
While pondering, Wu Sibao, exhausted from a long day, quickly fell into a deep sleep.
As for Li Qun's instruction to quickly capture the assassin team that likes to scavenge corpses, Wu Sibao strongly suspected it was the Red Bean Squad. However, he had been searching for a long time, and every time he had a clue, the informant would disappear, and every time he had a clue, the team members on the mission would disappear. He was extremely frustrated, always unable to find the right place. Once, Li Qun scolded him, which made him angry, and he even slammed his fist on the table with Li Qun. But slamming the table didn't work. He still had to investigate. Anyway, recently, he had been living in chaos.
The weather was nice today. Yan Shuo was strolling down the street when he suddenly saw Meng Jia, a pretty little Communist girl, skipping and hopping towards him from a distance. She was very lively. He wondered what good thing had happened to her that made her so happy.
"Jiajia! Over here!" Yan Shuo called her over with a smile.
"Hey! Brother Liu! Hello!" Meng Jia saw Yan Shuo calling her and, after recognizing him, happily ran over to his side.