Rebirth 2006, creating a super consortium

After taking a quick glance at the two people who were very shocked, Yang Fan nodded with a heavy face and said with gritted teeth: "When Chen He was interrogating Hu Rong, he instinctively felt that there was something wrong with this person, so he directly expanded the scope of the interrogation. As expected, Hu Rong couldn't stand it and initially confessed some additional circumstances!"

"According to Hu Rong's own account, the scumbags in the Fuqing gang's smuggling business line, led by him, have been casting a wide net through various channels in China over the past five or six years, using the excuse of high-paying overseas work. Obviously, this is very tempting for some Chinese people!"

"But unfortunately, all the Chinese people who were deceived by them did not get high-paying jobs after going through so much trouble to reach the United States. Instead, they were forced to go to an underground hospital in Los Angeles for a very detailed physical examination!"

"After the physical examination, if a matching organ is detected, then this person will be forced to undergo an organ transplant in a very short time!"

"If no matching body organs are detected, then this person's fate will not be any better. He will be taken to a farm outside Los Angeles and raised directly until a matching customer is found!"

"It is important to emphasize that all Chinese who enter the United States through this black industry chain will be killed by them in the end, regardless of whether there is a suitable organ transaction or not. No one will be left alive!"

After Yang Fan finished explaining the situation in more detail, the entire tea room box suddenly became completely silent!

Shocking!

An Xin's face was as dark as ink, and she looked ahead in a daze. She fell silent, and no one knew where her thoughts were drifting to!

Liang Mengsong was different. His face gradually turned pale without him noticing. He trembled as he whispered, "This... this is too... too much. It is outrageous to both humans and gods!"

This cannot be blamed on Liang Mengsong's loss of composure.

He has lived for 55 years, and in real life, he has only seen similar news about the black industry chain on television, newspapers and other media.

But that kind of information was ultimately filtered through a very thick filter, so he just read it as an interesting piece of news. In fact, it was far from being as shocking and ruthless as Yang Fan had just described!

Obviously, this horrific situation was far beyond his imagination and tolerance!

After a moment of silence, An Xin slowly raised her head and looked at Yang Fan, and asked in a muffled voice: "How many people were killed?"

Yang Fan shook his head slightly and said, "Boss, the interrogation of Hu Rong is still ongoing. There is no specific data yet. How about I ask now?"

"No, I'll go and watch the interrogation!" After saying that, An Xin stood up directly, and forced a smile on her expressionless face as she looked at Liang Mengsong, and said apologetically: "Mr. Liang, I'm sorry, please have some tea here and wait for a while, I'll be back soon!"

Liang Mengsong quickly came back to his senses, waved his hand and said, "It's okay, go and get busy!"

An Xin nodded slightly when she heard this. Just as she turned around and was about to leave the box, Liang Mengsong's voice suddenly came from behind her: "Mr. An, Hu Rong will definitely not have a future, right?"

An Xin paused for a moment, then turned around, looked at Liang Mengsong seriously, and assured him, "Mr. Liang, don't worry, not only Hu Rong, but everyone in this black industry chain will not be able to escape!"

After saying that, An Xin didn't care about Liang Mengsong's reaction and left the box directly with Yang Fan.

...

Inside a private room, the club owner Hu Rong was being fastened to a makeshift interrogation chair, unable to move at all.

In fact, Hu Rong, who is only about 40 years old this year, has a fair and clean complexion, wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and looks good. His daily temperament is full of elegance and easy-goingness. He does not look like a gangster at all, but more like a gentle professor!

However, Hu Rong had completely lost his usual composure at this moment. His hands, which were firmly fixed, were already bloody, and a few bloody nails could be vaguely seen next to them. His unusually fair face was filled with an expression of infinite fear, and he kept begging for mercy, "Ah, haven't I told you everything you wanted to know? Why are you still torturing me? Ahhhhhhh, please, don't..."

"No, Hu Rong, you are dishonest. I can feel that you are indeed hiding some key information, but it doesn't matter. I have enough time to slowly concoct it..."

"squeak"

The door of the box was suddenly pushed open, interrupting Chen He's words and the movements of his hands. He turned his head and saw that it was An Xin with an expressionless face. He immediately put down the tools in his hands, turned around and saluted, "Boss!"

"Chen He, you're welcome!" An Xin waved her hand casually, then pointed at Hu Rong and asked, "Did he confess everything?"

Chen He nodded slightly at first, but soon shook his head and reported truthfully: "In fact, he has confessed most of the information, but I feel that he is still hiding something, so I am going to give him a big job!"

"Oh, is that so?" An Xin nodded expressionlessly. After a little thought, she looked at Chen He and said in a deep voice, "I have an idea here. Can you help me see if it works?"

Chen He immediately said: "You say!"

An Xin looked at Hu Rong, who was listening to their conversation, with cold eyes, and said in a low voice: "Just bring all his family members in the United States in front of him and let him make his own choice. Do you think it's possible?"

Chen He instantly understood that the boss was trying to help him, and immediately said, "Boss, if you give me a little more time, I am confident that I can break through his psychological defenses and pry open his mouth, but for this kind of person, your method is undoubtedly a better choice. I fully agree and will definitely cooperate!"

After hearing this, Hu Rong became anxious and shouted hoarsely: "No, no, please don't do this, I really confessed everything, don't..."

"That's good!" An Xin ignored Hu Rong's plea and turned to Yang Fan and ordered: "Isn't Han Xing communicating with LAPD? Ask him to do two things immediately. First, ask the LAPD's on-site person in charge to come in and see me. Second, ask him to lead a team of action members to immediately carry out the task of arresting Hu Rong's family in the United States!"

After hearing An Xin's instructions, although Yang Fan was a little unsure of An Xin's attitude at the moment, he immediately took out his cell phone and called Han Xing.

An Xin nodded slightly, then turned around, expressionless, but looking at Hu Rong with an unusually cold gaze, and said angrily: "Hu Rong, I know what you are waiting for. You are just expecting the LAPD's network of connections to save you. In fact, you can give up now!"

"Let me put it this way. It's not just you, but also the Fuqing Gang behind you, and even all the relationships you have painstakingly built up over decades. Anyone among these people who has any connection with this black industry chain will be buried with you!"

"This is the price you must pay for all your evil deeds!"

"Oh, by the way, let me tell you a cruel situation. No matter whether you confess or not, you and your family will die. Of course, if you confess honestly, I can be kind and let you and your family die quickly. But if you insist on resisting, then congratulations, you and your entire family will be tortured to death in the end!"

"Do not…"