Chapter 88
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"Name."
"Walker."
"Age."
“35。”
"Home address."
"221 Baker Street."
"What the hell? Where do you live? "
"Baker, 221 Baker Street …"
In the small dark room, the familiar conversation was playing out.
The only difference was that Zhang Jue was sitting in the interrogator's seat. Behind him, there was no sign of "Leniency for those who confess" or "Severity for those who resist".
There were five chairs in front of Zhang Jue. On each chair sat a person who was tied up. Without exception, they were all wearing headgear.
Zhang Jue was like a villain in an anti-Japanese drama, interrogating the messenger of justice.
At this time, he had already taken off the headgear of the first person being interrogated.
"I suggest you change your address." Zhang Jue said to him in a serious tone, "This address is not suitable for you."
The person being interrogated was stunned. Then, he nodded mechanically. He had no idea why Zhang Jue would say that.
"Okay, let's get to the point." Zhang Jue took out a Colt pistol and played with it in his hand. "Tell me, why did you follow me?"
"Follow you? No, I just — "
"Bang!"
A clean shot, right in the middle of the eyebrows.
The person being interrogated widened his eyes. Even in death, he did not understand why Zhang Jue did not even let him finish his sentence.
Zhang Jue blew away the smoke from the muzzle and took off the mask of the second person being interrogated.
"Something unpleasant happened just now. I'm really sorry. I hope we can work together happily." Zhang Jue's face was calm. It was as if he was not the one who just shot. "Name?"
The second person being interrogated sneered, "You think I'll be afraid of you just because of this —"
"Bang!"
Another shot.
The second interrogator was shot dead by Zhang Jue before he could finish his sentence.
You want to show off in front of me? Maybe in your next life. Zhang Jue curled his lips.
After firing two shots, he looked a little helpless. "Are the lackeys nowadays so smart? Why can't I meet such a good snitch?"
He complained and took off the third person's mask and repeated the same lines.
"You heard it too. Something unpleasant happened just now. I hope we can work together happily."
"Cooperate, cooperate, we will cooperate!" The third person being interrogated hurriedly nodded. It seemed like he did not want to die under someone else's gun.
"My name is Hendrick. I'm 32 years old this year.... I live at 65 Golden Street..
"Stop!"
As he said this, Zhang Jue held the gun pointed.
"Eh …"
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