Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 217 Electric chair button! Grabbed it for you!
Concession, second basement floor of patrol house.

Bao Guowei was wearing some rusty and smelly handcuffs. He was sitting on the toilet in the corner. Even if he held his breath, he could still smell the damp and stench in the air.

This feeling made him feel like he was in another world.

I remembered how high-spirited I was some time ago, and how I was dealing with various big shots.

If a famous celebrity like me, before having even a little bit of power, finds himself in such a situation, what should ordinary people do?
The previous Chinese patrols were obviously looking for solutions to themselves, but where did Bao Guowei have any kind of Yangyang on him? Even if there is, he doesn't intend to give it.

Every person's expression and every scene of experience seemed to have become material in Bao Guowei's mind, and gradually transformed into words.

With a "bang" sound, the lock of the dark cell door was opened.

The light shone in, illuminating the puddle of sewage in front of him.

The footsteps gradually approached, and Bao Guowei recognized the two people who arrived.

The limping Edward, and the Indian captain who captured him.

"Time to go to hell bug!"

Captain Frog also analyzed and said.

As a British man, Cliff had no good impression of Americans, and the former was a Yankee.

At first he was frightened, so he asked his subordinates to treat Bao Guowei well.

Edward had already put on a decent suit. Even though the scars on his body made him very embarrassed, he still couldn't stop the mocking smile on his face.

How dare this guy be more confident than the powerful Indian? Simply unforgivable!

"Inspector, we have just received the consent of Mr. Congressman. We can detain Bao Guowei. Naturally, we don't need to be too cautious when dealing with a Chinese."

This cousin has always been a headache, so at the beginning, Cliff tried his best to tell his captain not to make too many small moves against Bao Guowei.

The team leader showed his yellow teeth. It was obvious that in the past few hours, the game between the big guys in the concession had changed a lot.

This team leader from India has protruding eyes like a frog. He said with a flattering face, obviously receiving some advice.

"Let's go and meet this Bao Guowei."

"Don't talk nonsense, then let's go."

The two people looked at each other in the office and smiled happily.

It seems that Bao Guowei's treatment can be implemented?

"Cliff, you son of a bitch, who did you arrest? Who asked you to arrest him? Release him quickly!"

There are not many people in Shanghai who can drive this car. They are either rich or expensive.

"These councilors in the public concession have always been like this. The Yankee councilors pay more attention to interests and are like businessmen. We British gentlemen are different and pay more attention to politics. Bao Guowei obviously has great political significance. "

Bao Guowei frowned and stood up silently without saying anything.

But I didn't expect last night's development to be so dramatic.

"I know you are good at fists and kicks, but how about compared to muskets and sticks? Be honest. As long as you plead guilty, everything is negotiable. Otherwise, I will break your legs first."

The captain of the Indian team glanced at Bao Guowei, who was still having a cool face in prison. He felt that this person was different. He seemed to be more confident than himself?

It should be that there were differences within the public concession over Bao Guowei's handling, which is why there is this dispute.

But obviously, Cliff is more inclined to the latter, not only because of his cousin Edward's hatred, but also because the latter is a member of Parliament from the United Kingdom.

The squad leader waved the baton in his hand and threatened.

"Sir, I don't know if you came to the patrol room today. What's the matter?"

"Garava, your analysis is good, but next time you have to be careful not to say the word us British gentlemen, we are different."

He had some concerns before, but now after getting the inspector's approval, he immediately became bold.

It can be said to be one of the most high-end models at the time.

Cliff realized something immediately, and quickly opened the door, stood upright at the door, and saluted the gentlemen sitting in the Ford car.

The frog team leader Galawa next to him was a little unhappy immediately. In his eyes, Detective Cliff was everything to him. Who is this person? He doesn't look like a congressman, how dare he talk to the detective like that.

As soon as he stepped out of the office, Cliff seemed to hear something and quickly looked out the window.

He snorted coldly and said in strong American English.

I'm just afraid of causing trouble.

Cliff was extremely respectful, but the big-nosed man wearing a gentleman's hat in the car didn't buy his opinion.

But I received a call from another congressman earlier, demanding that Bao Guowei be detained and all means should be used to control him.

Inspector Cliff, as the executive detective of the public settlement, is also Edward's distant cousin.

"This" Galawa was stunned for a moment, but still nodded and laughed.

Cliff stood up, loosened the belt around his waist, and tightened his beer belly until it felt a little uncomfortable.

Cliff glanced at the other person in surprise. He didn't expect that such words could be said from the mouth of this British Indian native. Has this guy read a book?
Nodding, Cliff agreed and appreciated it very much, but he still reminded him.

First of all, it was probably Bao Guowei's friend who was behind him. He found a friend who was a member of the public concession and called him, asking Cliff to release him.

At this time, a gorgeous-looking Ford Model A appeared. This latest Ford car had the most advanced suspension system at the time, and was also equipped with an electrical system and a manual transmission.

He is a bit stubborn, but still very cautious.

"Sir, please speak politely. This is our Inspector Cliff. Even if he is a Yankee, he must be respected enough!"

Especially after hearing the other party's American accent, Galawa thought he was some kind of political enemy, and immediately planned to stand up for Cliff and perform well in front of the leader.

But his little cleverness was used in the wrong place. The muscles on Cliff's face twitched and he felt the hairs on his back stand up.

Cliff slapped Galawa on the head so hard that the hat fell off his head.

Galawa didn't expect the punishment to come so suddenly. He covered his head and looked at the other party in shock, but he heard Cliff speaking in a trembling voice with anger.

"Shit! This is the deputy director of the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau! Mr. Evans! Watch your words!"

Vice director of the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau?

Evans?
Galawa was confused for a moment, and then he immediately remembered the organizational structure of the public concession.

The public concession at this time was a combination of British and American concessions. It was somewhat similar to an autonomous municipal government, and the Ministry of Industry and Industry Bureau was the highest management agency.

Its members are mainly elected by foreign expatriates in the concession.

Of course, the patrol room was under the Ministry of Industry Bureau, and during this period, the highest official of the Ministry of Industry Bureau was the general director.

This person, who is called the deputy director, can naturally be said to be the second-in-command in the entire public concession!
"I"

With a plop, Jarawa immediately knelt down. He was so frightened that he peed. Unexpectedly, the flattery was directly slapped on the head of one of the top administrative leaders of the public concession.

"Woo."

He whimpered and wanted to defend himself.

But they saw that the deputy director named Evans ignored the two people and walked straight into the patrol room.

With his livid face, square face, and prominent brows, he was a typical German immigrant, but now, several generations later, he was a genuine American citizen.

Cliff also wanted to kick Galawa twice to cover up his embarrassment, but who knew that he heard Evans' voice immediately.

"Cliff, come here and take me to find Mr. Bao Guowei. I hope you didn't make things worse." It's over! ! !

Cliff roared in his heart, it was that Edward. He had just told him to wait, he had to interrogate Bao Guowei first.

Now I don’t know to what extent, if something happens to Bao Guowei, then I, the detective of the patrol room, will be finished!
He also wanted to delay.

"Sir, I will go explore the way for you first and send Bao Guowei to you. Please give me some time, Mr. Vice Chairman."

Cliff rubbed his hands, naturally wanting to remedy the situation.

But how could Evans give him this opportunity? He immediately rejected it and said: "No need, I want to see Mr. Bao Guowei right away, now! Take us there immediately."

At this time, several Americans following Evans immediately smiled and said.

"Mr. Detective, please stop doing meaningless things. We need to see Mr. Bao Guowei immediately. You know, he is very important to everyone."

"Yes, Mr. Bao Guowei's safety involves the interests of too many foreigners in the concession, so we must see him immediately without any delay."

"me."

Cliff's face turned red from holding back, and his head was spinning crazily, but in the end there was nothing he could do. He had no reason not to do as he was told.

He glanced viciously at those proud Americans. He recognized these guys. They should be people from publishers in the United States.

Recently, people have just been stationed in the concession.

The purpose is ready to come out, it is for Bao Guowei.

Cliff regretted, extremely regretted, but there was no other way. He could only lose the battle, lowered his head and led the way.

"Gentlemen, please come with me!"

Now we can only hope that Edward doesn't go too far!
With a "thud", Bao Guowei felt a dull pain in his back, and then he was tied tightly to the iron chair.

The lights in the interrogation room were dim, the smell of blood was everywhere, and there were some torture instruments that shouldn't be there at all in the corners.

Every drop of blood here was probably shed by the Chinese.

Edward limped into the interrogation room. He could have stayed outside the glass wall of the interrogation room and observed every move here.

But Edward felt that only by seeing Bao Guowei being punished with his own eyes could he relieve his resentment.

He looked at Bao Guowei and felt very disappointed that there was no fear on his face.

Checking the chair behind Bao Guowei, all the devices were intact and the wires were connected. He turned to look at the laughing Indian captain standing next to him and asked.

"Is this electric chair easy to use? Does it have enough power to turn this devil into a roast chicken?"

The captain of the Indian team obviously liked this part very much. He patted his chest and said, "Mr. Edward, please rest assured that this electric chair is shipped from the great London and is guaranteed to achieve the effect you want."

He couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Americans are very annoying, but this Edison is really powerful. He participated in the invention of the electric chair. The Americans were also the first to use the electric chair to execute prisoners forty years ago. I am the first Saw it for the second time.”

"Hehe!" Edward smiled proudly. "Okay, that's exactly what I want."

He turned to look at Bao Guowei again, took out a document from his arms, patted it in front of Bao Guowei and said.

"Mr. Bao, you still have a chance now. As long as you sign this plea agreement, compensate me for all losses, and sincerely admit your mistake to an English gentleman, there is still room for redemption."

Bao Guowei glanced at the documents in front of him. They were all written in English, but it was not very difficult for him.

He did not look at the contents of the document, but focused on a number at the bottom.

"Compensation of one hundred thousand silver dollars?"

Bao Guowei glanced at Edward and seemed surprised by this number.

Edward showed a proud smile and said with the unique arrogance of Westerners.

"Sir, you have to understand that this is already a preferential price. It can save your life, but it is not expensive at all. But if you want to avoid the punishment of the electric chair, even if Jesus comes!"

"Hahahaha!"

The two people immediately smiled wildly.

Bao Guowei's eyes narrowed, and his face became a little solemn. This time he was really in a crisis situation.

Don't be afraid of bad things, just be afraid of bad things. The man in front of you is a reckless lunatic!

According to his own assumptions, the president of Reuters has no reason not to save himself. This is not in his interests.

And will Americans think that their cash cow will fall into the hands of the British?
I asked Cao Yanhai to find Lin Yutang and then contact the American minister. Wouldn't this guy fail to do it?

and also
The most irritating thing is that the profit-seeking Jewish businessman, Hartung, actually wants to sign a binding contract with him.

Will all my future creations and inventions have to be in his hands?
Are the Jews crazy for profit? You can think of all these terms.

Edward noticed the changes in Bao Guowei at this moment, and he felt endless pleasure.

He turned to look at the Indian captain and said proudly.

"I heard that Mr. Bao's fiancée also came to the concession for treatment. It is said that she is a beautiful woman. If she wants to take you for treatment later, she will have to pay something."

"This is what it should be!" The Indian captain also gave a lewd smile.

This time Bao Guowei was completely angered, and his eyes when he looked at Edward were filled with murderous intent.

Edward trembled, but gritted his teeth, grabbed the button connecting the electric chair from the Indian team captain's hand and said.

"Mr. Bao Guowei, have a taste of thunder and lightning!"

Suddenly, the door of the interrogation room was kicked open with a bang, and several people poured out.

Edward's smile stopped suddenly and he looked out the door, his hand still in the air.

But I heard two different angry shouts.

"Stop!"

"stop!"

Two scoldings came from outside the door, followed by hurried footsteps.

Edward heard it clearly. That "Stop" sound was obviously American English, and it should be a hateful Yankee!
As for the Chinese "stop", it was the voice of my cheap cousin Cliff.

If there was only the former, Edward would definitely ignore it. Why should a rude American order an "elegant" English gentleman?

But after hearing his cousin Cliff's voice, Edward had to stop. If his cousin was angry, he would beat himself up.

It's just that Edward is resentful in his heart, and he just feels better now.

Edward complained and said: "Cliff, which congressman has the problem this time? You are a detective, so you are not so careful. I will definitely help you become a congressman next time, even from the Ministry of Industry."

Before he finished speaking, he immediately noticed that Cliff rushed up, and he was a little strange. What was he going to do with his menacing look?

But I heard Cliff curse angrily and speak in Shanghainese dialect with a London accent.

"Start the Western Expedition! Little Red Man!"

Then a big foot kicked towards Edward. Edward didn't dodge in a hurry, screamed and hit the wall.

Cliff picked up the electric chair button on the ground, handed it to Evans behind him as if taking credit for it, and said.

"Mr. Vice President, this is the button of the electric chair. I snatched it for you!"

The expression on his face is full of flattery!

(End of this chapter)