Chapter 157 - The highness Princess (2) (1/2)

Translator: Lionwwang  Editor: Lionwwang

At this time, a cell phone is ringing from his pocket. He takes it out, and look the number, smiling at me and says: “We’ll have the chance to talk in future soon. There’s no video or audio recordings of our conversation just now.”

Then he goes to push the door out, leaving me alone in the room.

A few minutes later, the door is slammed open, and a stout figure is rushing in as if in a rage. This is a white man in a shirt, a little fat, full of fleshes. I think that’s probably “that fool” Jeff mentioned just now.

In fact, I am not surprised that they use these tricks to bring me back to the police station. They suspect from my identification that I might be one of the gunmen Papa 8 has brought back. I think it’s normal for them to come to me as a breakthrough in this case.

This fellow comes in and slamming the chair on the ground, sitting down in front of me, snapping his thick hand and twisting the lamp on the table. The light is shining directly to my face.

“Do you know why you’re here?”

To my surprise, this white man speaks our language is even more standard than Jeff!

“I know, two cops of you took out a bag of marijuana from our car.” I say coldly, “I’ll tell my lawyer about it in detail and you will receive a complaint letter soon!”

“Don’t play dumb with me! You son of bitch. Don’t you know why you were caught here?” The fellow looks so fierce, “I tell you, with only one phone call, the Immigration Department will be able to drive you out of Canada!”

I’m laughing.

This guy says exactly the same thing as Jeff did on the way to scare me. But Jeff was just trying me, and this guy really takes me as a rookie to trick me.

After that, I just learned that many Canadian police officers use this method to intimidate Asian suspects. Because many low-level Asian criminals are smuggled here, and most of them do not understand Canadian law. So, they use this to intimidate them during interrogation.

Obviously, this guy also thought I’m afraid of the Immigration Bureau.

But I’ve already known that although I have a temporary visa, but before the visa expires, the Immigration Department won’t do anything to me unless there is an evidence that I did commit crimes.

But in the case of hiding marijuana, the way was very poor. They have no evidence, and any lawyer can handle this.

“I don’t worry about the Immigration Department, if you like.” My face is calm and indifferent, “I want to call my lawyer. This is my right!”

“I’ll let you call.” He throws a folder on the table, deliberately showing the holster on his rib position.

“Boy. Don’t think you have a hard mouth and we have no idea with it!” He’s staring at me and says, “You really don’t want to say? What is your relationship with that Eight Finger? Did you smuggle in Canada? Who else with you? How many? Where are they now?”

I’m just looking at him and laughing.

He’s annoying by my laugh, standing up violently, and rushing to kick me on the chest. I’m feeling a sharp pain, and the whole body is turning back with the chair. He is coming up and want to beat me again. I’m lying on the ground, clentching my teeth and shouting: “Come on! Come and beat me! I’ll ask the lawyer to take me to the wound test in a minute! Let’s see who will die first between you and me!”

This word makes him hesitate for a moment, then licking his lips and says: “I won’t hit you.”

Then he calls in two policemen. They close the door, turn on the air conditioner, turn it into refrigeration mood to lower the temperature.

Damn it, it’s spring and still very cold in Canada. Then don’t know where they get a bucket of ice water and pour me through together.

At this time, the outdoor temperature is only a few degrees, and they also turn on the air conditioner in the room. My clothes are all wet, and I’m handcuffed under the air vent, shivering with cold.

“Guess, boy, what would it be like if I handcuffed you here day and night?” This guy wants to keep scaring me.

Although I’m shivering with cold, I’m still reluctantly laughing, staring at him and saying word by word coldly: “Then tomorrow you will be charged with murder by my lawyer!”

I’m laughing bitterly in my heart. I used this method to deal with those little messes before. I never imagine that I may taste it myself here today.

After that, there’s still the old trick like electric shock. Instead of hitting me directly with the electric baton, they put some damp towels on my body first.