I set up a shelter organization

The killer sweated profusely: "I, I surrender!"

The killer was dragged back to Yigui Company like a dead pig.

Along the way, the Yigui Company employees they met showed curiosity on their faces, but when they saw people covered in wounds, they did not panic like ordinary people, and there was no fear in their eyes.

Just stand there, watch curiously for a while, and then get back to work.

The killer's face was covered in sweat from the pain. He looked at the group of unusually calm employees and felt extremely panicked. What a terrible company this was.

Why did everyone seem so accustomed to this kind of situation? Wasn't this just an ordinary company? Why did everyone act like well-trained mafia members who had experienced big events?

hateful!

The information that person gave was false!

The price and cost of killing an ordinary company boss are completely different from killing a mafia leader!

The killer's face was pale. He knew that no good end was waiting for him.

A shooting occurred in Xiaguo. Shouldn't the police arrive soon? Why hasn't anyone come to arrest him yet?

Someone come and save him!

The killer was dragged into the elevator groaning and screaming.

Came to the interrogation room on the fourth floor.

Don't ask why there is an interrogation room inside a serious clean transportation and energy company.

When asked, Beimu waved his hand and said that if there was an undercover agent coming to steal information, it would come in handy then.

Bei Mu stood outside the interrogation room and asked a black-suited employee guarding outside, "Did he confess?"

"This guy is quite stubborn. No matter how we interrogate him, he says he doesn't know who hired him."

Faintly, shrill screams could be heard from inside the door from time to time. "I don't know, I really don't know."

"I said, I said, uh! But I really don't know who that person is."

Bei Mu thought thoughtfully: "It seems that his bones are really hard."

He took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

The call was connected soon.

"Hello? Hello?"

Bei Mu asked as if it was a matter of course: "Bai Zuo, go back to the company, there is something I need you to do."

"Unfortunately, I broke my leg while racing yesterday, so I've taken a week off and am resting."

The white left made up an excuse that sounded like an excuse.

The aliens have various means of treating injuries. Not to mention a broken leg, even if the upper body is separated from the lower body, as long as you don't die on the spot, you can be saved.

No matter how serious the injury is, you can basically be cured by going into the medical cabin.

Even if you have broken hands or feet, you can still get prosthetic limbs to replace them.

It guarantees that you will be able to continue your mission with full energy the next day.

"Are you really not coming? I've captured a tough killer and have been torturing him, but he refuses to reveal who hired him."

"Torture? Wow! That's quite interesting, really? Are your bones so tough? That's amazing! I really want to meet this tough killer."

Bei Mu showed a sinister smile: "Yes, that's why I have a headache. It would be great if you were here. If you were to torture him, you should be able to pry the information out of him quickly, right?"

Who gave the white left the ability to manipulate people's hearts?

Bai Zuo was silent for a moment and said, "I'll be back in ten minutes."

The phone hangs up.

Bei Mu turned his phone around. "Even if the other party realizes my intention, they will be attracted by that hard-core killer. This is an open conspiracy."

The men in black suits around pretended they heard nothing.

Beimu returned to the office on the top floor, and Ling Hanyu continued to handle the company's affairs.

Although Beimu was playing games in the office, Ling Hanyu would come to ask him a question from time to time.

"Did the police call to inquire? They blamed the incident on anomalies, saying the other party was suspected of being affected by anomalies."

"Surveillance footage of the surrounding area? Let Tang Hou handle it."

"As for those passersby, give them hush money and ask them to sign a confidentiality agreement."

While playing games, Beimu issued instructions one after another without delay.

Ling Hanyu followed his instructions without being surprised, and soon reduced the impact of the matter to the lowest level, as if he had done it hundreds or thousands of times.

……

The white left came quickly.

He was wearing ordinary casual clothes, and probably because the temperature had dropped a lot today, he had a black scarf around his neck.

He wore a black coat with a high-necked white shirt inside, which, combined with his childish face, made him look like a student who had just finished school.

"Yeah, good morning, everyone."

The white leftist was in a good mood and raised his hand to greet everyone.

The employee in the black suit immediately bowed slightly to him and said, "Good morning, Mr. Bai Zuo."

"Where is that tough guy?" asked the white leftist with a little excitement.

His tone was slightly rising, and coupled with his clear voice, it was very pleasant to hear, like the rising sun, full of vigor and vitality.

But as soon as she looked into his eyes, that absurd idea was immediately dispelled.

This guy is definitely not the kind of naive and energetic person. If you underestimate him because of his immature appearance, you won't even know how you died.

"inside."

The employee in a black suit opened the door respectfully.

The killer was tied to a chair.

He suffered a lot of injuries.

Seeing someone coming in, the killer said pleadingly: "Wuwu, I really don't know. It's not that I don't want to tell you, or you can kill me."

The white leftist approached curiously, "This gentleman doesn't seem afraid of death. It's true that people in this line of work have some awareness."

The white leftist spread out his hands and asked someone to bring wet paper. "I don't want to get my hands dirty today. Well, do you know what this is?"

Bai Zuo saw the killer's pupils shrink and said with satisfaction: "It seems you know."

"Put this on your face layer by layer and slowly suffocate to death. This process will probably last for more than ten minutes."

"It will probably be a very painful process, right?"

The killer's face trembled, he was trembling and unable to speak, probably imagining how painful it was.

He watched as someone brought in a stack of wet paper and imagined those wet paper covering his face. When one layer was applied, he could still breathe, although it would be a little difficult. However, as more layers of wet paper were applied, it would become more difficult for him to breathe, and eventually he would suffocate to death because of the lack of breath.

If the process of adding wet paper is slow, the process will be prolonged to the point of being extremely painful and torturous.

The killer was terrified just by imagining it.

The white leftist picked up a piece of wet paper with his fingers. In contrast to the white paper, his fingers looked particularly slender and white.

But in the killer's eyes, he felt that the other party was a devil smiling at him.

Seeing Bai Zuo getting closer and closer, the killer's psychological defenses finally broke down. He broke down and shouted, "I received the reward on the intranet, his intranet number, and the contact code. I'll tell you everything."