Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 1201 - 1179: The Only Way to Repay My Brother
The male officer saw her refusing a toast only to eat the penalty wine, his authority challenged, he rushed forward and slapped Qiao Yongyong across the face!
"Smack!"
The crisp, piercing sound echoed through the interrogation room, causing the two female officers to squint and turn their heads away.
The Western-built strength was already great, especially for a policemen, and this slap sent Qiao Yongyong stumbling back a few steps, falling to the ground unable to get up, her ears buzzing so much she couldn’t hear outside sounds for a while, her cheek burning with pain, tears spilled out, yet she stubbornly said: "I’m the mastermind."
Perhaps the officers were intimidated by this seemingly fragile Asian girl’s unyielding determination, not expecting her to bite her gums so tight, feeling an unassailable sense of defeat, this time they didn’t use their hands for a while, muttering a few words among themselves, finally sending her out of the interrogation room.
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On the same day, when taken back to the detention center, Qiao Yongyong saw herself in the mirror.
Disheveled hair, bruised face, with blood on her lips.
The police station and prison are state law enforcement agencies, she was a criminal who turned herself in, not expecting to be treated well inside, she had anticipated such rough treatment.
Especially the Mexican police station, with its always dirty inside dealings, frequent occurrences of scandals involving police interrogations beating suspects to injury or death, she already prepared for what she would endure before coming in.
Despite the pain, she forced out a smile.
Luckily it’s me, not Brother.
If it were Brother, he couldn’t withstand such torture.
She quietly brushed her hair, waiting for the next interrogation.
...
The interrogation lasted five days.
Every day, besides endless questioning, there was occasional police fury during interrogation resulting in violence.
Five days later, the Mexican police finally understood it was impossible to open her mouth, this girl was determined to plead guilty, and finally had her taken back to the detention center.
On the last day, Qiao Yongyong was taken back to the small cell of the detention center, resuming her confinement.
During confinement, she vaguely heard the officers discussing.
This case has already been submitted to the local court.
The trial will take place soon, if she insists on taking all the blame herself, according to local laws, she’ll be sentenced.
Upon hearing the officers’ discussion, Qiao Yongyong’s lips curled into a smile.
Is she scared of prison? Of course, she is.
She understood that once convicted, it would surely be life imprisonment.
She is barely in her twenties, thinking about spending the coming decades in prison, losing freedom, no longer seeing the outside world, it is impossible not to be afraid.
Thinking about the dark stories told by uncles in the Society about prison, the bullying and torture from prison bosses and inmates on newcomers, it’s not a prison but hell, she even shivered with cold throughout her body.
Yet, it’s the only way to repay Brother.
Repaying Brother inevitably meant betraying Brother Yixiao.
After some days, Brother Yixiao should know the reason for her return to Mexico.
Not, maybe he already knows now.
He’s surely very angry, very angry.
Since she acknowledged her ancestry and became Qin’s granddaughter, she hasn’t linked up the Ning Family with the Longding Society in front of Ning family members.
Perhaps in his mind, she already turned into a neat military family’s daughter.
Now seeing her unchanged despite her fate, actively involved in the arms case, he surely will explode in anger.
A dog can’t stop eating shit. — this might be his impression of her now?
...
As the court summons approached, time flew faster each day.
Although conviction and imprisonment are about to happen, leaving the police station is still good, at least no more daily interrogation torture.
That morning, Qiao Yongyong was awakened by the sound of the door lock.
Two brown-skinned officers came in, handcuffing her wrists and taking her out.
While waiting these days for the courtroom trial, she never left the small cell again, unaware of what was happening, she could only groggily follow the two outside.
Until reaching the end of the corridor, the officers opened a door, pushed her inside, she saw the scene wasn’t an interrogation room, but an unused empty cell.
The walls hung with some terrifying torture implements, all meant for inflicting on prisoners.
Standing there were three male officers in local Mexican police uniforms, each with a gloomy expression, holding police whips and batons.
Heart racing from the shock, she asked: "What are you bringing me here for?"
"Who do you think you’re qualified to ask? Get in!" An officer behind her pushed Qiao Yongyong inside.
She stumbled and steadied herself, hearing the iron door slam shut behind!
Facing the officers eyeing her fiercely, holding batons approaching, she retreated, pressing against the iron door with no escape, understanding why she was brought here.
The Mexican officers still haven’t given up trying to make her rat out Brother.
They want to torture her for a confession.
No wonder it’s said that white and black paths are the same; some countries police brutality rivals the Mafia Gang!
"Miss Qiao, we’ve given you many chances, but you refuse to cherish them. In a few days, you’ll stand trial, once convicted, it’s too late for regret, reveal the truth now, rat out your brother, and there’s still time, how about it, have you considered it?"
"The arms case penalty involves at least a few decades in prison, young and beautiful Miss Qiao, truly willing to spend the rest of your youth buried in prison?"
"Same as before, just tell the truth, revise your testimony, you can be released innocent, good for you, and we can close the case, how good would that be."
The three officers coercing and luring, lightly flicking their batons, approaching Qiao Yongyong.
Qiao Yongyong looked at the three: "My testimony is the same as these past few days, it won’t change. Whether you ask a hundred, thousand times, it’s the same."
The three officers’ looked sharply: "Seems you’ve decided to jump into the fiery sea."
"Since so, don’t blame us for being rude."
Qiao Yongyong coldly stared at the three: "What do you plan to do, torture me for a confession? I know you like secretly torturing suspects for questioning, but in a few days, I’ll stand trial, local reporters and media will be present, if I appear with full-body injuries, how do you think the media will comment on your police? Aren’t you afraid of damaging the police image?"
The three didn’t expect her to be clever, sneered: "At this point, still worried about the police!? Relax! Little lady, how the police handle matters doesn’t need you to worry!"
After saying, two stepped forward, fluffy arms reaching out, preparing to drag her to a torture equipment stand.
She instinctively dodged, due to her naturally petite build avoiding the two officers’ grabbing.
