On the beautiful north bank of the upper reaches of the Savannah River, an inconspicuous truck drove into a small auto repair shop.

Without even waiting for the truck to shut down, the door to the auto repair shop was closed. At the same time, several Caucasian dogs and Rottweilers were released from the iron cages on one side of the door.

Just as the dogs were running around in the yard to vent their energy, the rolling shutter door of the auto repair shop was pulled down from the inside and locked shut.

At the same time, a bald man guarding the door outside also opened the freezer, which was oxidized and yellowed by the sun.

First, he took out a bucket of frozen, hard, bone-in-bone wild boar meat and threw it on the cement floor at the door. When the dogs roared around and started grabbing for food, they grinned and started grabbing the food.

After being satisfied, he threw the tin bucket back into the freezer, pulled out a can of cold beer from it, opened it, took a big sip, and walked slowly towards the parasol not far away.

After he was lying on the rocking chair under the umbrella, he turned on the speaker on the side of the rocking chair and started playing Elvis Presley's classic music at the maximum volume unscrupulously.

When the sound reached the auto repair shop, the lifting plate at the rear of the truck was slowly flattened under the control of the hydraulic system, and the black aunt who had been waiting at the rear of the truck also gently tapped it with a fixed socket wrench.

The iron door of the cargo compartment.

After receiving the signal, Ninel, who was in the cargo compartment, opened the locked container door, carried a can of Coke, and walked to the lift plate at the rear of the car with Wei Ran, who was wearing a hood and cowboy hat.

While the lift plate was slowly lowering, Wei Ran was also observing the surroundings. In this workshop with almost no windows, in addition to a few repair ditches, there were also several lifts and tire strips.

There are tools such as machines, and there is even a simple spray booth made of plastic tents. And the cars parked here include not only various styles of family cars and commercial trucks, but there are even a lot of them piled up at the far side.

The outboard motor used on the speedboat, and even, closest to the locked rolling shutter door, there was a dismantled engine the size of a tractor.

"What is this place?"

When Weiyan waited for the lifting plate to drop to a height of less than 10 centimeters from the ground, he asked while stepping on the not-so-clean ground.

"The auto repair shop run by Aniya"

Ninel also stepped off the lifting plate and explained in a casual tone, "Her father made his fortune through car smuggling. He stole, robbed, or bought it at a low price, carrying various second-hand cars with murder cases.

The cars will be refurbished by him in his own auto repair shop and then sold to third world countries at a good price.

Well...if I remember correctly, when I first joined that gang, there were even businessmen in China who bought second-hand cars from him."

Having said this, Ninel pointed around and said, "Almost every state has one or two such auto repair shops. The only difference is the size."

"So many? Are they all managed by Aniya?" Wei Ran asked in surprise, "How old is she?"

"At 22 or 23 years old, she can't even manage her girlfriends. How can she possibly manage these auto repair shops?"

Ninel gave an uncertain answer related to his age, and then explained slowly with an extra sure tone, "As I told you before, geniuses are in prisons and mental hospitals. Not only do I

She bought enough drivers and spent a lot of money to help her buy three professional managers who were imprisoned for economic crimes. These three professional managers are helping to manage these industries."

"so…"

"As long as I can manage the three professional managers well," Ninel spread his hands, "the three of them are relatively good at doing business. In the years after Aniya's father passed away, they have turned the auto repair shop into a big business."

It has been driven to many provinces in Canada.

The drivers under me usually use these auto repair shops as a place to stay and store goods. Not only are they safe here, but they are all their own people. "One runs an auto repair shop, and the other buys prisoners and does transportation. What kind of genius is this?"

What's your crooked idea?

Wei Ran muttered to himself, but couldn't help but feel a little tempted to buy some talented prisoners through the other party's method.

While he was thinking wildly, the cargo door of a refrigerated truck that had parked here for some time was opened by a shirtless strong man with a tattoo of a dagger on his shoulder.

Thanks to the fact that he often chatted with that bastard Ji Ma about the tattoo culture of Soviet gangsters, Wei Ran knew who this man was just by looking at the five blood-red blood drops on the left and right clavicle of the strong man without asking.

There are already five lives on his hands, and he definitely doesn't mind getting more drops of blood tattooed on them.

As the cabinet door at the rear of the cold food truck opened, the shirtless man knocked on the bumper with the adjustable spanner in his hand, and shouted into the car in English with a Russian accent.

Soon, one after another, the unlucky guys who were stripped naked and only wearing socks jumped out of the refrigerated truck shivering.

"Boss Fidel!"

It wasn't until this moment that the shirtless man waved enthusiastically towards Nineel, grinning with a sinister smile. Russian: hotalifingpreationalhiri

He introduced, "These bastards have just been brought back from the stadium, so they are guaranteed to be fresh."

"Where's the one you picked out?" Ninel bumped fists with the other person and asked.

"I haven't unpacked it yet."

The strong man said as he opened the door at the rear of another container truck, and then two young men wearing peaked caps climbed into the cargo compartment and pushed out a large green trash can.

Untying the chain loosely wrapped around the lid of the trash can, the shirtless man kicked the trash can down, letting a middle-aged Asian man in a suit and leather shoes fall out.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Have you asked?" Nineel turned around and asked. "He was hiding in the parking lot of the stadium."

The shirtless man explained, "When we caught him, we just asked a few questions, and I told you the details."

"Let me see how your craftsmanship is?" Ninel turned to look at Wei Ran.

"Here?" Wei Ran pointed around. "Turn on the lights!" Nineel shouted without looking back.

Before he finished speaking, the lights on the ceiling of the workshop also turned on one after another, illuminating the originally slightly dim workshop.

Seeing this, Wei Ran shook his head helplessly, took out a pair of rubber gloves from his pocket, put them on, and walked towards the middle-aged Asian man.

Holding the other person's chin and looking at it, he could confirm at a glance that this middle-aged man was definitely not the illegitimate child. His appearance was that of a very standard, even slightly elegant, yellow man.

However, this extremely solid old man who was tied with a rope not only had one lens missing from the glasses on his face, but also had a large ball of greasy rag stuffed in his mouth.

Without rushing to take action, Wei Ran looked at the shirtless strong man and asked in Russian, "What do you call him?"

"Kriuchi," the strong man replied in Russian with a hint of arrogance. "Do me a favor and take off all his clothes." Wei Ran said, taking a step back.

The shirtless strong man named Kluqi subconsciously looked at Nineel. Seeing the latter nodding casually, he immediately waved his hand and called on the two young guys around him to come forward and remove the middle-aged Asian man's clothes.

All the clothes were torn off.

After taking a look at the old guy's complexion, Wei Ran said in Russian while checking the other's left and right arms and shoulders, "Help me ask which country he is from?"

After a while, Ninel translated this and Wei Yu then pulled out the words. Ni Wang Xiaofu went to the store, and Wei Yu released the rag from the other person's mouth.

"Thailand, I am Thai." The frightened middle-aged Asian man replied in trembling English.

As soon as he said these words, the auto repairmen around him who were watching the excitement, including Nineel and Wei Ran, subconsciously looked at the old guy's crotch.

"I'm not a transvestite." In addition to panic, the old guy's tone also contained a hint of shame and anger.

"How about we turn him into a shemale?"

The shirtless strong man named Kryuch finished speaking in Russian, and the people around him

Some people burst into laughter, and one of them even pulled out a butterfly knife from his waist and performed a very fancy trick.

"Get away from me!" Ninel shouted angrily in Russian slowly, "Don't disturb my study."

As soon as he said these words, the people around him immediately fell silent. Seeing this, Wei Ran reached out and grabbed one of the middle-aged man's hands and said in Russian, "Ask you, I don't speak English. I only know his

Demonstrate it on yourself."

Before Niner could agree, there was a crisp "click" sound in Wei Ran's hand, and the middle-aged man whose hand he held was about to scream in agony subconsciously.

However, Wei Ran, who was well prepared, let go of his hand and pulled his chin hard, and the second crisp sound was heard before his screams reached the ears of everyone around him.

Seeing that this old guy wanted to kidnap Suisui, Wei Ran would not show mercy and even deliberately slowed down.

Niner, whose eyes were almost wide-eyed, completely forgot that he was still responsible for interrogating him. Instead, he dragged over an unlucky guy who was shivering in the cold food truck just now, and imitated Wei Ran's movements and started massaging and setting the bones.

Not only him, but also the shirtless strong man named Kluqi, and even the others who reacted quickly and each pulled over a captured unlucky guy, imitating Wei Ran's movements with great interest.

It's a pity that Maozi is Maozi after all. Apart from relying on brute force to dislocate the fingers of those bastards and at most their wrists and elbows, they have no way to do it like Wei Ran... Well... If Ninel can speak Chinese, he will definitely

I would use torture clouds and flowing water to describe, yes, the torture of torture.

Seeing the criminals and even the leader of the criminals surrounding him looking angrily at the toolboxes or wrenches on the ground because they couldn't learn the lesson, Wei Ran stopped wasting time and speeded up in an instant, circling around in a circle.

Amidst the screams of the villain and a series of crackling sounds in the joints, all the remaining joints of the middle-aged man were disassembled.

Under the stimulation of such a series of severe pain, the Asian man, who was already paralyzed, unable to move or even speak, could only look at the dazzling lights above his head with tears, and made a futile sound from his throat.

Vague pleas and assurances.

"Stand back"

Wei Ran greeted the strong man in Russian and came around to touch and rub the limp middle-aged man here and there.

This time, his words were almost as useful as Niniel's eyes. The circle of people immediately dispersed with a "hurrah", leaving an almost absolutely standard circle for him - of course, except for staying in place, there was no need to move.

Go, Nineel is holding the middle-aged man’s lower lip and swinging his chin bone back and forth.

"How did you do it?" Ninel asked in amazement, "Can you teach me?"

"You can't learn this." Wei Ran spread his hands, "I can't teach you either. I've been practicing with rabbits raised at home since I was five years old. It took me more than 20 years to practice to reach the level just now."

"Your family is really scary." Ninel frowned. "Friend, I think you are lying." The shirtless man Kluzy came over and said dissatisfiedly, "You definitely don't want to teach us."

"I'm not lying, it's just that my family prefers to eat boneless rabbits." Wei Ran responded to the lie pretending to be serious.

Although the expression on his face was blocked by the hood he was wearing, his eyes made the strong, shirtless man named Kryuchi involuntarily take a small step back.

"So how do you restore him to his original state?" Nineel asked, changing the subject in time.

"It's almost the same as when I took it apart."

As Wei Ran said this, he had already acted out of mischief. He deliberately fixed the dislocated chin on the middle-aged man first, and then restored the dislocated joints to their original state at once. During this period, the middle-aged man was also crying and shouting,
To be continued...