Bright Sword: Stop pretending, I am the most powerful warlord

Inside the prison cell of Gancheng!
There was a sound of footsteps, and the soldiers guarding the cell saluted quickly.

"Open the door!" Wu Qianli said coldly.

"Yes!" The soldier didn't dare to hesitate, and quickly found the key to open the cell door.

Wu Qianli leisurely walked to the only chair in the cell, raised his legs, and looked at Zhang Renjie, who was tied to the cross and bowed his head, with eyes full of disdain.

"Captain, it's been a day and I haven't woken up yet!"

A soldier came forward to report the situation.

Ever since Wu Qianli blew up the train and captured Zhang Renjie alive, Zhang Renjie has been in a coma.

"I have something to ask him, wake him up!"

"Yes!" The soldier replied, picked up a basin of water from the table and splashed it on Zhang Renjie's face.

The bitingly cold snow water immediately stimulated every nerve of Zhang Renjie and woke him up from a coma.

"Who?" Zhang Renjie looked around in horror, as if someone had disturbed his lucid dream.

"Zhang Renjie, long time no see, I didn't expect to meet again in such a way!"

Only then did Zhang Renjie realize that there was another person sitting in front of him.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a while, his eyes widened suddenly: "Five thousand miles!"

"You, why are you here, what are you doing?"

Wu Qianli snorted coldly: "This is my territory, of course I will be here."

Only then did Zhang Renjie come to his senses, and looked around in horror: "Wu Qianli, what are you doing? Let me tell you, our Eighth Route Army has clear regulations that cannot abuse prisoners."

"Us?" Wu Qianli sneered, "Look for yourself, what kind of clothes are you wearing now, you are no longer a member of our Eighth Route Army."

Zhang Renjie's eyes widened. He had long heard of Wu Qianli's way of treating prisoners. Now that he was in Wu Qianli's hands, he probably would not escape death.

"Wu Qianli, are you going to kill me?"

Wu Qianli waved his hand: "Your identity is quite special. If you were a puppet soldier or a devil, then I would have put a gun to your forehead by now."

"But you used to be a member of our Eighth Route Army, so how to deal with you is up to your superiors."

"Of course, whether you are dead or alive depends on your attitude, whether you cooperate or not."

Zhang Renjie was originally a person who was greedy for life and afraid of death, and he was from the Eighth Route, so he knew the Eighth Route better than anyone else.

Therefore, when he learned that Wu Qianli couldn't kill him immediately, a glimmer of hope suddenly ignited in his heart.

"I and I cooperate, and I will definitely cooperate with you."

"As long as I cooperate with you, you will report to your superiors that I have a better attitude, right?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Wu Qianli snorted coldly, "I ask you, why did you join the enemy?"

After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Renjie said, "Because...because I'm afraid of death."

"I was taken prisoner during the devil's sweep. I originally wanted to take the opportunity to break into the enemy's interior, but...but their punishment is really terrible."

"I can't help it either!"

"Bah!" Ming Tai on the side spat violently: "A villain who is greedy for life and afraid of death, you still have the guts to find a high-sounding excuse for yourself."

"I see that you clearly want to join the devil."

Wu Qianli gave him a cold look: "How much information have you told the devil?"

Zhang Renjie said tremblingly, "Not many, just a list of wealthy businessmen."

"Who is there?" Zhou Weiguo and Mingtai asked nervously.

"Zhou Jixian, the president of the Suzhou Maintenance Association, the mirror of the Mingshi Group in Shanghai, and the editor Chen of the Huaxia Newspaper."

Zhang Renjie reported more than a dozen names in one breath.

And Wu Qianli knew most of these people, and everyone's eyes widened in anger.

Zhou Weiguo and Mingtai rushed directly in front of him angrily, grabbing his clothes.

"How are the people on these lists doing now?"

Zhang Renjie swallowed his saliva, and said tremblingly, "I heard from the devil, it seems that the Mingshi Group and Zhou Jixian have already been arrested, and they are probably on their way here by now!"

"You bastard!" Mingtai's eyes widened, and he punched him hard in the face.

"Mingtai!" Wu Qianli scolded Mingtai in a cold voice.

"What are you doing?" Mingtai turned his head and shouted: "He caused my eldest sister to be arrested. I beat him to vent my anger and you still stop me? Are you still my regiment leader?"

"Mingtai, what are you talking about?" Mingcheng stared wide-eyed, and quickly scolded Mingtai.

In his opinion, although Mingtai has experienced many things, he is still a child in his heart.

In many cases, you can't judge rationally and are easy to act emotionally.

Wu Qianli stood up slowly, and walked in front of Mingtai: "You can't get out of breath even if you punch him twice, use this."

As he spoke, Wu Qianli photographed his own gun in Mingtai's hand.

Looking at the pistol in front of him, Mingtai froze for a moment, and Zhang Renjie shouted in fright.

"Wu Qianli, you can't kill me!"

"The Eighth Route Army has regulations, you can't do this? My problem can only be handled by the superiors of the Eighth Route Army, you can't decide without authorization!"

Wu Qianli gave him a cold look, and took out a document from his pocket.

"Let's read! This is an order personally issued by the deputy commander-in-chief of the Eighth Route Army, so that I can deal with the traitor Zhang Renjie by myself without asking for instructions!"

Zhang Renjie widened his eyes and roared, "You lied to me too, you all lied to me, how could you do this?"

Wu Qianli snorted coldly: "I said before that your matter will be judged by your superiors, and now that the trial is over, I will naturally execute it."

"Mingtai, what are you still doing in a daze? Aren't you going to kill him? You can do it now."

Mingtai picked up the gun and aimed it at Zhang Renjie's head, but he didn't pull the trigger for a long time.

It's not that he didn't want to, nor did he dare, he just couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart.

What did he kill Zhang Renjie?Is it business?Or is it to vent your anger?

Seeing this, Wu Qianli slowly took down the gun in his hand: "There is a lot of thunder and little rain, you still need to hone your skills."

"Instructor Zhou, strip off Zhang Renjie's clothes, take him outdoors, and keep pouring cold water on him!"

Zhou Weiguo was taken aback, and looked at Wu Qianli in disbelief.

It's winter now, and the temperature in the Northeast can reach minus 20 degrees. Even if they wear thick clothes, they still feel cold. Wu Qianli still plans to strip Zhang Renjie's clothes?

"Captain, isn't this...too cruel?"

Wu Qianli said in a cold voice: "It's too cheap to kill him with one shot, and he should also let him know what will happen to the traitor!"

"Yes!" Zhou Weiguo nodded in response, and then watched Wu Qianli leave.

And on the other side.

The two cars drove slowly into Changchun.

As the car door opened, a ghost bowed down respectfully and said, "Mr. Zhou, Chairman Ming, we've arrived!"