National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 451 - 451 416 The Great Thunder

451: Chapter 416: The Great Thunder 451: Chapter 416: The Great Thunder “Li Feng, you’re 35 this year, which is almost 38 by our hometown’s count, nearly hitting 40,” Meng Chengbiao spoke with a caring tone.

At his side, Zhang Qi, playing the role of ‘bad cop,’ slammed the table in coordination, “Hurry up, stop wasting time.

If you want to spend your entire life in jail, we’ll accommodate that wish!”

“Easy there, Zhang.

We’ve got to try to get what we can,” Meng Chengbiao turned his head, speaking in a gentle voice, “Li Feng, this is a rare opportunity.

If it weren’t for our intent to catch your boss, at any other time, in any other place, frankly, we’d have sent you straight to court, and your life would have been over.

Robbery, grievous bodily harm, using a particularly vicious method like a spray gun, and as a repeat offender, you could get a heavy sentence, up to life imprisonment!”

Li Feng hung his head low, murmuring, “I didn’t do it.”

“Still denying it!” Zhang Qi shouted, “Your fingerprints were found on the spray gun, and the marks on the victim’s face match the impression of the spray gun nozzle.

How can you deny that?

It seems you won’t shed tears until you see your own coffin!”

Meng Chengbiao pressed his hand down, softening his voice, “Li Feng, you burned the victim’s face with the spray gun, then pressed the nozzle against it, essentially branding them.

The photos are here, and the forensic report on the marks has come out, too.

Take a look for yourself.”

Zhang Qi chuckled, “When the time comes, if the prosecutor has the victim remove their mask in court, showing the judges the scars on their face, whom do you think the judge will sympathize with?

With just their pitiful state, you could be sentenced to life imprisonment, understand?”

Li Feng covered his face with his hands, unable to conceal his expression of pain.

Having been imprisoned before, he knew all too well how tough a long sentence could be.

Meng Chengbiao and Zhang Qi calmly played their game like fishermen waiting for a catch.

While they were merely using the most common tactics, playing ‘good cop, bad cop,’ it was enough for most criminals.

The most important thing was that the current evidence was pretty much sufficient.

Taking it to court might still be slightly lacking, as the spray gun was shared and the marks left by the nozzle couldn’t definitively prove it was Li Feng’s doing.

However, there were traces of online gambling on Li Feng’s phone.

If the cyber security team could find related evidence, matching the amount and the order of the victim’s transactions on that day, the rudiments of an evidence chain could be formed.

Naturally, the best scenario would involve a confession from Li Feng.

Yet, Li Feng dared not withhold it.

Though he was still resisting, his will to resist was growing weaker.

Moreover, interrogation mechanisms within the country were not like what one sees in American TV shows where one can demand a lawyer to sit by their side.

In the reality of criminal case procedure, it is entirely possible to exclude lawyers.

It’s not uncommon for lawyers to take on a case and then not see their client for a month or even longer.

With the information so one-sidedly transparent, Li Feng had no clue whether the evidence against him was sufficient.

Indeed, even if the evidence was slightly insufficient, moving forward with prosecution and appeals was still feasible, although it would be a bit embarrassing for the police.

So in essence, Li Feng had to make a statement; it was just a matter of how long it would take and what his personal expectations were.

Meng Chengbiao casually strung him along, adding, “Li Feng, to be honest with you, we’re after Jia Chengfeng, which is why we’re bothering to chat with you.

But your company has more than just you.

If someone else gives up Jia Chengfeng, we’ll stop negotiating with you.

After all, with such a lengthy sentence, you’re not the big fish, just a little shrimp.”

“Confess…

what?

What do you want with Jia Chengfeng?” Li Feng, lured, finally spoke.

He never was much of a gambler or strongly resolute for that matter.

Even now, he was still betting.

If the case against Jia Chengfeng was significant enough, might he get sentenced to less than ten years?

Meng Chengbiao never gave him that chance, simply saying, “Just confess, and I can firmly tell you that you’ll only be considered for a reduced sentence if you divulge everything you know.

Otherwise, if it’s found that you’re hiding anything, the chance of reduction will be gone.

Understand?”

What he said wasn’t entirely true, but in the heat of interrogation, police are allowed to tell lies.

Police dishonesty does not affect the interrogation itself.

However, Li Feng was not in a position to discern that.

In reality, whether Li Feng could receive a reduced sentence was ultimately decided by Meng Chengbiao’s whim.

Li Feng’s actions, his robbery followed by using the spray gun to coerce the victim into transferring money to the gambling platform, if deemed “exceptionally cruel,” could lead straight to life imprisonment.

Theoretically, it could even result in the death penalty.

Jia Chengfeng’s company, even if it transformed into a dynamic organization, couldn’t match the potential sentence from the various illegal activities Li Feng had committed over the past few years.

It could be said that even in committing crimes, Li Feng chose a very low return on investment.

One could only surmise that a mind afflicted by gambling was incapable of functioning normally.

After a few more exchanges with Li Feng, Meng Chengbiao and Zhang Qi watched as the once fearsome-looking man on the other side of the steel bars started spilling information bit by bit, like goat droppings.

Meng Chengbiao, representing Jiang Yuan, was primarily interested in information about Liao Baoquan, but he wasn’t going to stop Li Feng from spilling more.

What he was saying now would later be used as ammunition against Jia Chengfeng.

Under the subtle guidance of Meng Chengbiao and Zhang Qi, Li Feng gradually sketched out the emerging form of a dynamic social group.

Jia Chengfeng’s acts of beating others, sequestering funds, high-interest loans, bullying, monopolizing certain routes, threatening and humiliating drivers and traders from out of town, and forced transactions, were all meticulously recorded.