British 1986

After not seeing each other for just a few days, Jin Zaiyong looked pale and depressed, but the only thing was that he was not disfigured!

Rex was very measured in his actions. Before Allen gave him specific instructions on how to deal with Jin Zaiyong, whether it was interrogation or other methods, he tried his best to ensure that there were basically no external injuries on Jin Zaiyong's body, even if Someone came to protect him, but they couldn't find any reason to accuse him.

Watching the police officers busy moving tables and chairs, they handcuffed Jin Zaiyong and his father and asked them to sit across from each other at the small table.

"Put two guns on the table in front of them both, with one bullet in each."

Allen raised his chin and motioned for Rex to do it.

"Your Excellency, this is dangerous."

Rex was a little embarrassed. It wouldn't be a big problem to fire two guns, but if these two Koreans suddenly broke out and hurt the gentleman in front of him, even if it was just a hair, this would be a responsibility he couldn't afford. .

"Hum, I heard that Koreans value their fathers very much. What do you mean? Filial, right? Even if they are not their biological fathers, they are still very filial. Aren't they also respectful to their American fathers, haha."

Mentioning the Americans, several people present laughed.

The British not only like breast milk methods, but also breast beauty and virtue, and breast milk all the people they look down upon.

Rex glanced at Allen again, then waved to his men, asking them to do as they were told. He pulled out a few bullets, leaving only one, and placed the two police revolvers on the table in front of the two Koreans.

Jin Zaiyong raised his head and glanced at the British people around him, especially the real owner, Alan Hill, who was obscured by several people's bodies.

He didn't know what the situation in front of him meant, but Allen was wearing a hat, and the light in the room was relatively dark, so he couldn't see Allen's expression clearly, but...

The two guns placed on the table in front of me gave people a bad feeling.

As for resisting or violently injuring others, Jin Zaiyong would not dare.

No one who has five or six guns pointed at him at the same time, with handcuffs on his hands, would not have the courage to violently hurt others. Even now, Jin Zaiyong still wants to try his best to get out as soon as possible. Rex has already put all his family wealth They were all pried out, and he tried his best to cooperate with every interrogation, just to prevent these British people from messing up.

"Only one of you can survive, and I will spare the remaining one."

The voice without any emotion sounded, and Jin Zaiyong shuddered hard. He looked at the gun in front of him, then in the direction of Allen, and finally looked at his father.

Jin Zaiyong's father just raised his head and his eyes met his son's. The current situation

Can only one of two people survive?

He never thought that one day he would be in such a place and face such a thing.

Opposite me is my only son.

The wrinkles at the corners of the old guy's eyes became deeper. The corners of his mouth twitched a few times as if he had accepted his fate, and he slowly closed his eyes.

"Interesting! A kind father and a filial son! Haha, don't waste time, I'll count to three!"

Allen looked at the two Koreans, this scene was a bit interesting.

"three!"

"two!"

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Jin Zaiyong stretched out his hands tremblingly. Since his hands were handcuffed, he could only twist his arms and struggled to pick up the revolver on the table.

The slight sound of the handcuffs colliding with the table woke up the old guy opposite.

Seeing his son finally pick up the gun, Jin Zaiyong's father had an incomprehensible look in his eyes and said a few words in Korean.

"one"

"boom!"

There was a gunshot, and the gun in Jin Zaiyong's hand fell on the table. Opposite him, his father was still trying to pick up the gun on the table, but the gun on his chest

The old guy looked at Jin Zaiyong in disbelief, muttered a few times, tilted his head and lost his breath.

"Hahaha! Wonderful and interesting!" Allen applauded symbolically.

"I thought one of you two would commit suicide and leave the other with a chance to survive. I didn't expect that it turned out to be a loving father and a filial son!"

Hughes looked at the scene in front of him, he was still a little confused.

He didn't expect the final result to be like this. How should I put it?

Is this a test of human nature, or is it just an after-dinner entertainment game for His Excellency the Earl?

This is so exciting to play.

"Xius. Is the result of my treatment okay?"

Hearing Allen's inquiry, Hughes quickly lowered his head and replied: "I have no objection to your handling of the matter!"

"Haha! Let's go back then."

Glancing at Jin Zaiyong, who was looking at him expectantly, Allen smiled and said, "I keep my word. If I say I'll spare you, I'll spare you, and the matter between us will be wiped out!"

He tilted his head slightly, glanced at Rex and said, "Have you asked him all the questions clearly?"

what is the problem?

Rex knew exactly what the question was referring to!

"I've asked you clearly. It just takes some time to process some fixed assets."

"Very good. Just handle it within half a month. I'll leave the rest to you!"

Now that everything has been asked clearly, Jin Zaiyong is of little value. Allen decisively patted Rex on the shoulder as an encouragement. He glanced at the policemen who were staring at Jin Zaiyong with their guns, and clicked. nod.

Rex bent over and waited until Allen walked out of the holding room, then slowly straightened up and looked at Jin Zaiyong.

"Chief Rex! That Excellency said to let me go! I don't want anything anymore! I'll give it all to you. If it's not enough, I still have some assets in South Korea. When I go back, I'll give them to you too!"

Jin Zaiyong is not sad at all, he just wants to survive now.

"Don't be anxious, Mr. Jin." Rex walked up to Jin Zaiyong, picked up the revolver on the table, glanced at the empty revolver magazine, handed it to his subordinates and said: "During detention, not only did you attack the police, but you also He also robbed police guns and even killed a suspect who was very important to us. What should I do with you?"

"???"

Jin Zaiyong's eyes widened. These policemen had personally placed this gun on the table in front of him. If he had given him ten thousand more courage, he would not have dared to attack the police in Daying, let alone seize the gun in the detention room. ? !

"you"

Jin Zaiyong was trembling so much that he couldn't speak. He remembered what Allen asked before leaving. Have you asked all the questions clearly?

Is this going to...?

"boom!"

Before Jin Zaiyong could react, he saw Rex take out the revolver from his waist and point it at him.

There is still a trace of smoke coming from the muzzle

"Idiot! Your Excellency said I would spare you, but I never said I would spare you."

Hughes, who had just walked out of the police station with Allen, faintly heard another gunshot from the police station behind him.

Hughes's heart tightened and he took a cautious look at the gentleman next to him.

"What's wrong, Hughes?"

"Nothing. Your Excellency, after I have finished handing over the affairs here, I will go back to London first."

This damn place made Hughes feel a little nervous. He didn't want to stay here any longer. Even though the gentleman in front of him looked very elegant and kind when facing him, but...