York, Pastor and others walked away, and soon only Zhang Guobin's people were left in the venue. Bugs was still pressed on the table, gritted his teeth, and said repeatedly: "Kill me, you

I can’t get the company either.”

Baggs Resource Recycling Company is the dominant player in the waste recycling industry in Hawaii. The first phase of the recycling plant can decompose basic resources such as steel, metal, and paper.

The total investment reached five million US dollars.

The recycling plant under construction in the second phase can decompose and recycle computers, televisions, mobile phones and other electrical appliances, with a total investment of US$18 million.

Once completed, it will be able to enter the rapid expansion channel, seize the opportunity to reap dividends from electrical appliances in the 1990s and 10s, and earn hundreds of millions of dollars a year is no longer a dream.

Resource recycling is not a small industry, but the ceiling of the industry has not yet been opened. If you have a good enough vision, now is the opportunity to enter the industry.

Zhang Guobin saw that Bugs was stubborn and had a tough mouth. He was not angry but laughed: "Since Officer Bailey is gone, it will be gone. What are you insisting on?"

"No!"

"I will never give it to you." A Mexican cannot have a big backer in North America. The federal government's defense against Mexicans is far deeper than its defense against Chinese.

However, the recycling factory is Bagus's last capital. Losing this factory means losing everything, and there will never be a chance to make a comeback.

At the end of the road, people's courage is beyond expectation. Zhang Guobin understood in his heart and clapped his hands: "Target boy, let him see the charm of Chinese culture."

"receive."

The target boy put away his gun, took out a dagger, whittled a piece of wood from the broken cigar cabinet, and then took the wood in his hand and cut it into several thin sticks at random.

"Hold out your hand."

He preached softly.

"Pfft!" Li Chenghao grabbed Bugs' right hand, slammed it on the table, and said in a relaxed tone: "Hurry up."

"Yes, Brother Hao." The target shooter nodded and inserted a wooden stick into the gap between Bugs' nails. The moment it penetrated the flesh and blood, Bugs screamed: "Ah!"

Five fingers connected to the heart!

"Finger nailing" is one of the ancient tortures. It causes little harm to the body but causes great pain. There is a set of torture methods passed down from the Jinyiwei of the Ming Dynasty in the execution hall. The famous ones include the "Top Ten Tortures" and the unknown ones include

"Thirty-Six Tortures".

The brothers of Da Gong Xing Tang will all learn it, and it is widely spread. Some of the tricks have appeared in movies. Yihai Xing Tang has not rested on its laurels. It has been learning from Da Gong Tang, and even introduced new ones.

At this moment, before the wooden skewer had penetrated even a step, streams of blood emerged from the fingertips. The twelve-centimeter-long wooden skewer was quickly inserted into the gap between the fingernails. Bugs's entire right hand was bent like a chicken claw.

Only the middle finger is straight and straight.

The target boy looked at his miserable state and laughed: "Finger nailing is just a simplified version of the torture of 'inserting needles'. It is used to deal with some minor characters. It is an appetizer. I hope you are hard enough and can last a little longer."

"Grand Hall!"

"You are from the Grand Court!" Bugs' voice was hoarse, as if he was about to smoke, and he said angrily: "Kill me, hurry up!"

"Stop dreaming. Chinese culture is vast and profound. There are many ways to make you unable to survive or die. All they want is to torture you!" The target boy's expression was cold as he drove in a second bamboo stick.

Zhang Guobin took another cigar, lit it, and watched quietly.

"Now you remember that I am from the Grand Hall?" After the third bamboo stick was nailed in, he asked with a smile.

Bugs gritted his teeth and said, "I've seen finger nailing before. Only the Chinese community would do this. The most famous one in Honolulu is the Grand Hall."

"But Dagongtang claims to be Hongmen to the outside world. I never remembered the name of Dagongtang, Dagong Resource Recycling Company. Haha, are you Chinese also interested in this business?"

Zhang Guobin nodded: "I like it."

The target boy began to insert the fourth bamboo stick, but when he was halfway through, Bugs fainted from the pain. Even a tough guy who was 1.9 meters tall could not stand up to the twelve-centimeter bamboo stick. "Inserting" was not

The bigger and thicker the better, sometimes the thinner and pointed is also good, short and sharp.

Someone went to the bathroom and poured a basin of cold water on Bugs' head, but there was no reaction. Then he put a towel over Bugs' face and began to use the most classic waterboarding method. When Bugs began to breathe rapidly, he choked.

After that, Li Chenghao lifted up the towel and said loudly: "Continue or cooperate."

Bugs took two deep breaths, calmed his heartbeat for a while, swallowed, and closed his eyes again.

"goodbye."

The target boy sneered, cut out another wooden skewer, and inserted it into the fifth finger. The previously bent chicken claw was corrected again, but the blood dripping from the fingertips looked like a scene from a horror movie.

Three minutes later, Bugs' left hand was placed on the table again. When the sixth bamboo stick was inserted into his finger, Bugs fainted again.

Soon, Bugs woke up again, looking at the scene in the foreground with confusion, his eyes blurred, and he couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream.

Li Chenghao grinned and asked: "Brother Bing, do you want to ask him if he has a son or another heir? Kill him and then negotiate with the heir."

"He has tough bones, but his family members cannot have tough bones."

Zhang Guobin smiled: "It's interesting. It's the first time I see a person with such hard bones. He is still a ghost old man."

The target boy said solemnly: "Brother Bing, the appetizer has just begun. If he had strong bones, our ancestors wouldn't have to invent so many tortures."

"This is just the beginning."

Zhang Guobin shook his head, flicked the cigarette ashes, glanced ahead, and asked aloud: "Buggs, do you understand who is Zhang Guobin?"

"you!"

"Your name is Zhang Guobin!"

Bugs gritted his teeth and said.

"good."

"You can die."

Zhang Guobin said.

"boom!"

A shot of blood.

The table is full of yellow pulp.

Li Chenghao wondered: "Boss, wouldn't it be better if you killed him earlier?"

Zhang Guobin smiled and said: "I think your idea is good, but it doesn't mean it must be used, nor does it mean it should be used at that time."

"I don't want anyone to know my name."
Chapter completed!