Fu Yi’s mind sounded a sharp alarm, grabbing the man’s collar and lifting him up, bloodshot eyes staring at him, "Say it again."
Hoarse, on the verge of explosion.
The thug was scared to death, trembling all over, not even caring about the pain in his body, his voice rustling, "I, I’m not sure, don’t rush, I’m just saying maybe..."
"Maybe what about her?"
The thug couldn’t bear the pressure, his psychological defense crumbled, sobbing, "Big brother, please spare ! I know nothing, give a quick death, just finish off!"
His mindset was completely shattered!
Phillips seized the mont to interject, "Director Fu, the people from the top are about to arrive, you should about wrap it up, if you continue like this, things will only get more complicated."
"Right, right, the police are right, police why are you still standing there, take away! Take back, if I deserve to be executed, so be it, if it’s life imprisonnt, so be it, just don’t leave with him any longer." He seriously couldn’t take it anymore, the ntal pressure was too much.
Phillips shouted sternly, "Shut up!"
"You people who shoot civilians for no reason deserve to die a thousand tis, and you still have the face to talk to ."
The thug really couldn’t bear the pain anymore, his mind and body greatly tornted, crying and hugging his leg, "I can’t take it anymore! He’s ntally unstable, I’d rather die than fall into his hands, you can do whatever you want with ! Who looks at the face before shooting, how do I know who I hit with my shots, he insists I talk, I don’t rember..."
Phillips’ pant leg was almost deford by him, while pulling out his left leg, he tried tentatively to communicate with the frantic man, "Director Fu..."
He just reached out and was dodged.
Fu Yi stood just a step away, watching the sobbing man coldly, raising his hand slowly, the black muzzle aid directly at the man’s forehead.
"Since you don’t rember, you have no reason to live on."
Death ca so quickly.
The thug’s breathing was faint, raising his head blankly, staring at the muzzle, forgetting the pain in his palms, his mouth slightly open, his throat making a gurgling sound.
Phillips stepped forward, blocking in front of the thug, arms wide, expression stern, "Mr. Fu, you don’t have the authority to arbitrarily deal with criminals in Mahali!"
"Move!" Fu Yi carried an aura of a king.
Phillips tried his hardest to dissuade him, "Mr. Fu, I know your wife might be on the victim list, you’re in imnse pain, but you don’t have the right to take a life, his cris should be judged by law, you can’t privately execute him. The higher-ups want to interrogate him to find out who directed him, impulsively executing him will bring unnecessary trouble to you, there’s no need for you to do this! I will help you interrogate and find out your wife’s whereabouts, you must believe ..."
"I don’t trust a policeman who can’t even save a hostage." His eyes were beautifully shaped, typical almond-shaped Hua Country eyes, with thin eyelids and upturned corners, naturally carrying a hint of a smile when looking at people, but actually, when truly angry, that hint of a smile turned into a sharp knife, fierce and ruthless.
Phillips’ dark block-like face suddenly turned liver-colored, the bones on his fists protruding, "You!"
"Forget it." He released his fists, taking a deep breath, "If it were soone else saying these words, my fist would have surely landed on his face. You’re different, I admire you just saved hundreds of lives."
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