My CEO Husband Has Some Issues

Chapter 2177: Chapter 2179: Jiang Nuan vs. Fu Yi

Fu Yi’s mind sounded a sharp alarm, grabbing the man’s collar and lifting him up, bloodshot eyes staring at him, "Say it again."

Hoarse, on the verge of explosion.

The thug was scared to death, trembling all over, not even caring about the pain in his body, his voice rustling, "I, I’m not sure, don’t rush, I’m just saying maybe..."

"Maybe what about her?"

The thug couldn’t bear the pressure, his psychological defense crumbled, sobbing, "Big brother, please spare me! I know nothing, give me a quick death, just finish me off!"

His mindset was completely shattered!

Phillips seized the moment to interject, "Director Fu, the people from the top are about to arrive, you should about wrap it up, if you continue like this, things will only get more complicated."

"Right, right, the police are right, police why are you still standing there, take me away! Take me back, if I deserve to be executed, so be it, if it’s life imprisonment, so be it, just don’t leave me with him any longer." He seriously couldn’t take it anymore, the mental pressure was too much.

Phillips shouted sternly, "Shut up!"

"You people who shoot civilians for no reason deserve to die a thousand times, and you still have the face to talk to me."

The thug really couldn’t bear the pain anymore, his mind and body greatly tormented, crying and hugging his leg, "I can’t take it anymore! He’s mentally unstable, I’d rather die than fall into his hands, you can do whatever you want with me! Who looks at the face before shooting, how do I know who I hit with my shots, he insists I talk, I don’t remember..."

Phillips’ pant leg was almost deformed by him, while pulling out his left leg, he tried tentatively to communicate with the frantic man, "Director Fu..."

He just reached out and was dodged.

Fu Yi stood just a step away, watching the sobbing man coldly, raising his hand slowly, the black muzzle aimed directly at the man’s forehead.

"Since you don’t remember, you have no reason to live on."

Death came so quickly.

The thug’s breathing was faint, raising his head blankly, staring at the muzzle, forgetting the pain in his palms, his mouth slightly open, his throat making a gurgling sound.

Phillips stepped forward, blocking in front of the thug, arms wide, expression stern, "Mr. Fu, you don’t have the authority to arbitrarily deal with criminals in Mahali!"

"Move!" Fu Yi carried an aura of a king.

Phillips tried his hardest to dissuade him, "Mr. Fu, I know your wife might be on the victim list, you’re in immense pain, but you don’t have the right to take a life, his crimes should be judged by law, you can’t privately execute him. The higher-ups want to interrogate him to find out who directed him, impulsively executing him will bring unnecessary trouble to you, there’s no need for you to do this! I will help you interrogate and find out your wife’s whereabouts, you must believe me..."

"I don’t trust a policeman who can’t even save a hostage." His eyes were beautifully shaped, typical almond-shaped Hua Country eyes, with thin eyelids and upturned corners, naturally carrying a hint of a smile when looking at people, but actually, when truly angry, that hint of a smile turned into a sharp knife, fierce and ruthless.

Phillips’ dark block-like face suddenly turned liver-colored, the bones on his fists protruding, "You!"

"Forget it." He released his fists, taking a deep breath, "If it were someone else saying these words, my fist would have surely landed on his face. You’re different, I admire you just saved hundreds of lives."