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Chapter 133 Interrogation, location!
"Head, here!" Martin was driving an extended Curtiss V5000 Courage, which was almost useless except for power, but was loved by street people everywhere.

The unlucky original car owner had already been shot dead by Martin, and was thrown in a flower bed by the side of the road. There were also two bags of small change on the back seat of the car, which added up to 10,000+ federal coins.

Although the interior space of this car has always been known for its spaciousness, there is obviously no way to squeeze three heavily armed men into the back seat, plus a burly prisoner.

Tang Ji opened the trunk, only to find that there was still a tied up woman lying inside, writhing wildly like a live fish.

He can only throw the woman out first, and then throw his captive in.

"Sorry ma'am, the space is limited." Tang Ji broke the restraints that bound the woman's wrist, turned around and squeezed into the back seat: "I'm beginning to like this place!"

Martin stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, the powerful engine roared, and the friction between the tires and the ground made a piercing scream, driving the overloaded car to flee the scene.

"The armed team of military technology is approaching, turn right at the second intersection ahead, and the speed should not be lower than [-] mph, otherwise you will collide head-on." Ethan's drone was strategizing in the air.

With a hacker of Alia's level escorting him, he doesn't have to worry about being caught by someone along the network cable. His psychological pressure has been reduced by more than half, and he can unscrupulously display his talent and fight against the drone team of his old club.

The position of drone pilot is just like the pilot when the aircraft first appeared, and has great autonomy in the mission process.

Modern drone operators compete not only for their reaction speed, but also for their brainpower and precision. Ethan's peak record is to operate nine models and 270 drones at the same time.

Even if there is auxiliary software to help share the mechanical tasks, he still needs to independently plan the flight trajectory and attack point of each drone to ensure that they will not interfere with each other. Ethan will lose four or five catties after each mission.

Nearly half of the drone operators are drug bugs, because they can't find a more effective way to relax, and Ethan shot down his own helicopter during a "drug driving".

And that helicopter was carrying a 'Third Generation of Military Science' who had just joined the Military Science and Technology Group and served as the leader of the weapons research and development department.

The only thing Ethan's old leader could do was quickly approve Ethan's resignation report, cancel his identity card, put him on the plane back to the Federation overnight, and then submitted the accident report delayed by eight hours under pressure.

Those eight hours gave Ethan the chance to sit in the detective's house and wrestle with the entire drone control team for air supremacy.

"I will draw the attention of military technology to the south, so don't be so conspicuous on the road." Ethan changed his usual lazy tone, and said a little excitedly: "This is a cover worth 100 million federal coins, you'd better Don't screw it up!"

Tang Ji can't see the battlefield of drones in the sky, but he can judge the intensity of this war by the loss of money-so intense that it makes people cry
"I hope you're worth the price." Tang Ji glanced in the direction of the trunk, and there was almost a substantial flame in his eyes.

Their current equipment is paid for by the LS Road Group, but it may not be the case next time.

In the end, under Ethan's coquettish control, Tang Ji and his team safely brought the captives back to the detective's home. According to Ethan's report, he lost nearly forty drones of different types in that air battle , of which nearly half of the losses came from voluntary abandonment.

Ethan could not risk being tracked and fly back the drones that participated in the battle.

Anthony has already made preparations in the Detective House, and the operating room he built can just serve as an interrogation room.

Tang Ji had already read all the information that could be found on Collins Kennedy on the road, and he didn't think it was a tough one. Although Collins had been trying to show his toughness to the outside world, it was a pity that he was not.

A bucket of cold water mixed with ice slag was splashed on his face, Collins shivered, and took a sharp breath like a person who had just surfaced, but he was choked and coughed violently.

Before he could catch his breath, Collins felt as if he had been plunged into the icy water with his head held down by an elephant. His physiological reaction made him instinctively inhale, but he was choked even more.

Collins, who was pulled out of the water again, turned red. His survival instinct urged him to breathe in air to save his oxygen-deficient brain, while his physiological instinct, urged by the stimulated alveoli and trachea, ordered him to cough harshly.

This kind of conflict caused Collins's sanity to collapse almost instantly, but then a heavy punch hit his chest, and Collins was freed.

"Huh! Huh! Keke" Collins's nose and tears covered his face, and he opened his mouth to spit blood, and at the same time, the corners of his mouth and nasal cavity were also bleeding.

It was caused by the rupture of capillaries in the lungs and nasal cavity. Poor Collins ignored the physical pain and greedily took every breath of air.

His eyes were darkened, he couldn't see who the tormentor was, and he didn't have time to say anything. The next second, he was picked up from the ground and pushed into the sink.

This time Collins at least had time to hold his breath and struggled, but his hands were tied behind his back, and his legs could only kick on the floor in vain.

Ten seconds, 20 seconds passed, and the oxygen in Collins' body was exhausted, and the airway stimulated by the ice water before was preparing for the next round of counterattack.

Collins coughed violently under the water. This time, his lower body was uncontrollable, and feces and urine flowed out.

When Collins felt that he was about to be drowned like this, the abuser finally stopped, lifted Collins and threw him on the ground.

Collins, who was lying on the ground, didn't even have the strength to thump this time. He coughed weakly a few times, and then vomited. The last bit of strength supported him to turn over and lie on the ground to prevent himself from choking to death with his vomit. .

At this moment, Collins' mind was blank, and he was breathing mechanically, only to hear a voice coming from a very distant place: "Are you Collins Kennedy!"

Before Collins could answer, the previous torture was repeated, and he was pushed into the ice water again.

As the untorturable Collins gasped again, the voice repeated the previous question, and he shuddered, nodding his head with subtle motions.

But the other party showed no mercy, and Collins was pushed into the water again. He was powerless to resist, and even hoped that he would die like this instead of being tortured repeatedly.

Once, twice, three times, in addition to the pain of suffocation, the low temperature injury caused by immersion in ice water also appeared on Collins. He was shaking, and the edges of his ears and cheekbones became swollen due to congestion. He even felt Less than one's own facial features.

At this time, someone inserted a straw near his mouth, and a hot stream poured into Collins' mouth. He couldn't taste the taste, but the long-lost temperature still made him almost cry.

"Tell me, is Chris still alive?" The question accompanied by the heat made him nod instinctively.

But then, Collins' previously nearly frozen brain activated again, and he realized he was screwed.

Tang Ji flexed his muscles in satisfaction. He got the answer he wanted, but this is not the end. He will repeat the above process two or three times to ensure that the answer is absolutely true.

This Mr. Collins will have nothing to say when he is done.

He glanced at Anthony. The strict military doctor looked at Collins' vital signs and nodded, indicating that he could continue.

Tang Ji picked up Collins again without mercy, punched him in the abdomen, and Collins spat out the hot water he just drank.

Collins didn't know how many times he was pulled out of the water and thrown on the ground. He didn't even have the strength to open his eyes. For a moment, he felt that he had seen the experience of his life condensed into essence and played in front of his eyes. , As a result, with a burst of electric shock, he returned to this hell again.

"Is Chris Cunningham still alive!" It was that voice again.
Collins' brain was working hard. The name sounded very familiar. Where did he hear this name?

Chris Cunningham Collins thought of coldness from this name, and then he finally remembered who this name represented and who she was taken away by.

In the hands of those people, she should still be alive, right?Collins thought again of the frozen warehouse where hundreds of human bodies were stored.

"She's still alive" Collins replied instinctively, his reason had collapsed and he was unable to think logically.

"Give him back to his condition, we need a 'healthy' Collins Kennedy next." Tang Ji looked at the time, 27 minutes, a good result, after all, they still spent some time in performing CPR on Collins.

It only took Anthony 10 minutes to recover Collins. He has too many drugs that can make seriously injured people stand up again, but the side effects are a bit big.

After all, Collins is no longer young. If he can survive his fiftieth birthday, he will probably face symptoms of multiple organ failure.

But for now, enough is enough.

Collins Kennedy did not look like he was about to ascend to heaven at all, but his face was frostbitten and his ears were still red and swollen.

This was the first time he saw his tormentor clearly, but there was no hatred in his eyes, he had already been completely defeated, and a single look from the other party could make him pee his pants.

In fact, even when no one was scaring him, he would pee his pants frequently, a symptom that would take months to recover.

"Very good, are you Collins Kennedy?" Tang Ji asked sitting opposite Konis.

"I'm Collins Kennedy." Collins' voice was so hoarse that he coughed out his throat.

"Where's Chris Cunningham? Tell me everything you know." Tang Ji asked again, when Anthony beside him brought him a glass of ice water and put it on the table.

Seeing the glass of ice water, Collins trembled and wet his pants.

"I haven't seen that girl." He said tremblingly: "But I know an organization that is very interested in superhumans. They have been collecting superhumans, freezing them, and storing them in warehouses."

The group sounded familiar, and Tanguy and Anthony exchanged glances.

"When military technology put pressure on us, we investigated this matter. It was not done by local gangs, nor by those kidnapping gangs. We have already confirmed it." Collins clenched his trembling right hand tightly: "So I guess the gang did it."

"Tell me about those people in detail." Tang Ji became interested, and he found that he couldn't hide from those naturalized people no matter where he went.

"We first came into contact because law enforcement found one of their transport vehicles, which was full of things like metal coffins, which looked too suspicious." Collins tried to recall the situation at the time: "Then someone found Me, gave me [-] federal coins, and I settled this matter."

"After that, they often asked me to help a little bit, sometimes it was on the road, sometimes it was from the Law Enforcement Bureau, and they were generous every time." Collins continued: "Later they asked me to help with a few Enforcers, and a couple of newcomers have come into their warehouse."

"I saw the evidence taken by the law enforcement officers. Those metal coffins were full of people." Collins said without shame: "The group gave me 500 million, and I helped them settle the matter. Since then, they Will pay me regularly, and I will tell both parties to avoid that area."

"Where is the warehouse, and who are the people who contacted you?" Tang Ji endured the excitement in his heart and continued to interrogate.

"The warehouse is located at No. 48 Cruise Ship Wharf Street, and there are armed guards." Collins replied lifelessly: "There are two people who contacted me. Every time they contacted me, they used an anonymous phone card, and the account number used to transfer money was also Calls from a professional money laundering agency using a sporadic account."

"Very well, my people will go back to confirm the location. If you lie, you know the consequences." Tang Ji smiled and flicked Collins' ear.

"I'm not lying." Collins trembled, and suddenly raised his head: "Before I die, I just want to know why everyone is suddenly looking for that stupid girl named Chrissy Cunningham?"

Who knows?Tang Ji also didn't know much about this. The only reason he found Ice Princess was to hope that she would make Tang Anran persevere.

In his mind, the value of the Ice Princess is probably equivalent to a refrigerator with special functions, but judging from the reactions of Dr. Wu Qianying and the Military Technology Group, the Ice Princess is obviously very important.

"She overturned the laws of thermodynamics!" Wu Qianying knocked his head hard with a high school textbook in order to let him understand the meaning of this sentence.

But Tang Ji didn't care about this. Since the appearance of superhumans, too many definitions have been broken. He doesn't think thermodynamics is special.

If there is truth in the universe, then players and superhumans should not exist.

Tang Ji now only knows that not only did he get information about Ice Princess, but he also found a warehouse where the naturalized ones used to store their bodies.

　PS: I found that as soon as I wrote a tortured plot, the speed would fly, I may have a problem~
　　
　
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