Chapter 182: Better Off Dead
Facing Jiang Haichao’s pleas for mercy, Cao Weida remained unmoved.
What do you mean give money or not? Once you’re dead, all your money is mine!
My money, why should I need you to give it to me?
The thug waved his hand, “Drag him in!”
“Cao Weida, Cao Patrol Officer, Cao Ye!!”
“Stuff his mouth!” Little Ear impatiently grabbed a rag, not caring if it was dirty or not, and shoved it straight into Jiang Haichao’s mouth.
“Woo woo. Urp·~”
The taste of the rag was obviously not pleasant. Jiang Haichao, with his mouth stuffed, glared with wide eyes, showing a pained expression.
That miserable look was probably no different from eating shit.
“Whoa, what a stench!” Cao Weida fanned his nose, “Little Ear, what did you stuff in there?”
“My brother’s socks.” Little Ear nudged Lian Hu, “Put your stinky feet in this old man’s shoes!”
“Oh.” Lian Hu scratched his head dumbly.
Lian Hu’s socks?
Cao Weida dry-heaved once. He knew about Lian Hu’s foot odor; what difference did it have from a biochemical weapon?
He quickly retreated a few steps, “Take him away quickly.”
Little Ear glared at Lian Hu, had him take the man away, then asked: “Big Brother Cao, how should we deal with those human traffickers?”
“What do you think should be done.” Cao Weida, who had retreated several steps, breathed in fresh air. Lian Hu’s wife was really suffering; if this continued, she’d be pickled through.
“If I say, those damned beasts should just be executed by firing squad! They’re all beasts who deserve to go to the eighteenth layer of hell!”
“Which layer of hell they go to isn’t up to us; that’s for the King of Hell to decide.” Cao Weida took out a cigarette and lit it, using the smoke smell to dispel the stench,
“But before they go to hell, we can’t let them die so easily.”
“Execution by firing squad? Way too lenient for them.”
“Then Big Brother Cao, what do you say we should do?” Little Ear also felt that executing them by firing squad all at once was way too lenient.
“Big Brother Cao, the torture instruments in our interrogation room aren’t complete. How about I prepare a set according to the torture instruments in the Gendarmerie Headquarters interrogation room, then make them all try them one by one?”
“That would be way too lenient for them.” Cao Weida sneered coldly, “In ancient times there was lingchi and the thin-skin grass-cutting punishment. First let them try the torture instruments, then execute them with those two punishments!”
Thinking of those children who would be permanently disabled for the rest of their lives, Cao Weida’s killing intent surged uncontrollably.
If they weren’t given the ultimate punishment, he really couldn’t get past that hurdle in his heart!
Hiss~~
Little Ear sucked in a breath of cold air. Just thinking about that punishment made one shudder.
But on second thought, these people deserved to die a thousand deaths; ordinary punishments really didn’t match their crimes!
Yet a troubled look appeared on his face again.
“Big Brother Cao, I support you doing this, but”
He paused, then smiled bitterly:
“Neither of those two punishments you mentioned, none of us know how to do.”
It wasn’t just that they didn’t know; crucially, they couldn’t get past that hurdle in their hearts either!
Without systematic study, without systematic heritage, did they really think anyone could be an executioner?
Especially for a craftsmanship punishment like lingchi?
Ordinary people would tremble in fear from killing, let alone with blood spurting everywhere.
“No one knows how? How is there no one? If you don’t know, can’t you go find someone?” Cao Weida looked at him irritably,
“This is Beiping, the former Capital City!”
Little Ear slapped his forehead and said awkwardly: “You’re right, this brain of mine just doesn’t turn as fast as yours, Big Brother Cao. Alright, I’ll go find someone right now.”
The white incandescent lamp in the interrogation room made one’s eyes dizzy. The coldness of the iron chair seeped into the bones through the thin prison uniform.
A human trafficker, with his arms twisted behind his back, struggled in the rope. The rough fibers had already chafed the skin, with blood scabs sticking to the cloth; any movement brought piercing pain.
“Sir, grandpa, I was wrong, I really was wrong… You… just kill me.”
The human trafficker had long been tortured out of human shape. His prison uniform was covered in bloodstains from whip lashes, making the already unclean prison uniform even filthier.
Right, filthy—his blood was dirty!
“No rush, dying so easily would be such a pity.” Cao Weida walked forward two steps expressionlessly. His leather boots crushed the iron chain on the ground, making a harsh clanging sound.
In his hand he held a bamboo skewer as thick as chopsticks, its tip gleaming coldly under the light.
“This thing jammed into the nail bed first goes numb, then burns like fire, and soon the whole finger feels like it’s boiling in hot water.”
Before the words finished, the bamboo skewer was already pressed against the human trafficker’s right index finger.
The human trafficker suddenly tensed his back. Cold sweat poured out like it was free. His throat trembled from extreme fear, and his whole body struggled desperately to retreat.
Unfortunately, fixed in place, he had no space to dodge.
With fear all over his face, he shouted weakly in a trembling voice: “No, don’t… Please just kill me, kill me!!!”
“Ah!!!”
That inhuman pain made the human trafficker’s already powerless throat emit a scream as horrific as could be. The roar in his throat was shattered by gritted teeth, and his knuckles curled white from the agony.
His left hand gripped the armrest of the iron chair tightly, fingerprints embedding into the rust.
But Cao Weida showed no mercy whatsoever. His movements didn’t stop as his other hand pinched the fingertip and yanked it outward.
“After seeing what happened to those children, I told the brothers I’d return tenfold, a hundredfold, the torment they suffered to you.”
“Want to die? Not so easy!”
Cao Weida’s voice was ice-cold, like an emotionless machine.
An iron chain carrying the smell of rust suddenly wrapped around his ankle and yanked hard.
Clang~~
The sound of his head smashing against the metal plate echoed in the interrogation room, his skull feeling like it was about to split open.
Nearby, several interrogators’ eyelids twitched. After all, they weren’t conscienceless puppet special agents; their interrogations were mostly just brutally rough.
If no secrets were interrogated out, they’d either kill, lock up, or hand over to the special agent agency.
Therefore, they knew of interrogation methods like Cao Weida’s, but didn’t use them often.
They hadn’t expected that Master Cao, usually mild-mannered, could be so ferocious!
That expression of administering torture without changing face, as casual as drinking water, was even more chilling than when he killed Dong Xiaozhen, truly making their hearts shudder.
They already held Cao Weida in awe; now an alarm bell rang in their hearts.
“Yo, passed out already?” Cao Weida sneered, ordering: “Bring a basin of cold water, splash him awake and continue!”
The person nearby shuddered and hurriedly ran to fetch a basin of cold water, splashing it right on the human trafficker’s face.
Splash~~
The human trafficker jolted awake in a daze.
But upon seeing Cao Weida’s face, the terrified man nearly fainted again on the spot.
Cao Weida smiled faintly, “Since you’re awake, let’s continue.”
That smile, in the human trafficker’s eyes, was like the devil’s whisper.
No, even more terrifying than the devil!
“Don’t! I was wrong, I really was wrong! I have money, I have money! I’m willing to hand over all my money, just give me a quick death!”
The human trafficker no longer hoped to live; now he just wanted to die.
“Fool!” Cao Weida’s face turned cold, “Once you’re dead, your money is still mine! You don’t get to bargain with me! Enough talk, let’s continue!”
Hearing they were to continue, the human trafficker screamed in terror: “No! That’s not it! Most of my money is hidden! As long as you stop torturing me, I’m willing to tell you where the money is hidden!”
“Oh?” Cao Weida paused the hand he had just raised, saying darkly: “Then tell me, where did you hide the money?”
“I’ll tell you, but you can’t torture me anymore.”
Cao Weida immediately fell silent.
This silence made the human trafficker’s heart race with anxiety. Terrified and uneasy, his heart pounded as if it would burst in the next second.
After a long time, Cao Weida slowly nodded and put down the newly changed vise in his hand.
“Fine, as long as you tell me obediently, I’ll give you a quick death.”
The human trafficker’s heart leaped with joy, even feeling grateful, “I trust you. My money is hidden at…”
“Someone go notify Little Ear to search for it.”
“Yes! Cao Ye!” One of the interrogators assisting with the torture immediately responded eagerly.
Cao Weida took out a cigarette and lit it, exhaling a breath to suppress the surrounding stench and bloody smell. Looking at the relieved human trafficker, he narrowed his eyes and said:
“You’d better not be lying to me. If you are, I’ll torment you in endless agony!”
The human trafficker jolted in fear, tugging at his wounds and making his teeth chatter from pain, “No, I wouldn’t dare. Everything I said is true. I just beg Cao Ye to keep your promise and give me a quick death.”
Before, when others said “worse than death,” he had scoffed, having no concept of it at all.
As for beating those children disabled…
Pain not on oneself could never be truly felt.
But now, he truly understood what “worse than death” meant.
Compared to death, he now feared worse than death even more!
After a long time, someone came in, “Cao Ye, Master Lian called on the telephone; the money has been found.”
“Alright, at least you’re sensible.” Cao Weida nodded satisfied, pulled out his pistol, and aimed at the human trafficker’s head. Facing death, the human trafficker wasn’t afraid; instead, he closed his eyes in relief.
Bang!!
