Grand Prison Carnival Party
Jiang Hao waved his hand and took several more silver needles from his storage space. He placed Mike Shawn in the interrogation chair and swiftly jabbed him several times. Mike Shawn's eyes bulged at once as an unprecedented agony swept through his entire body. The feeling made him think that even dying right now would be ten thousand times better than enduring such pain.
But Jiang Hao had sealed him with Spiritual Power Needles. He could not speak, make a sound, or move. He could only silently savor the agony that pierced his bones and soul.
After about a minute, Jiang Hao released Mike Shawn. Only then did Mike Shawn feel alive again. But when he looked at Jiang Hao now, his eyes were filled with fear—endless fear.
Jiang Hao pricked Mike Shawn's throat with another silver needle. This time, the man could make sounds, though only weak, breathy ones.
"Spare me. I don't want to endure that pain again. Please forgive me, huff, huff, huff~~!" Mike Shawn pleaded as he looked at Jiang Hao.
Jiang Hao smiled faintly. "Then tell me why you framed me and had me expelled from the United States."
"Okay, okay, okay. I'll tell you everything I know." To save himself, Mike Shawn no longer dared conceal anything. As he spoke, Jiang Hao learned the whole story.
His earlier guess had been mostly correct. The employer really was American Airlines. Of course, the person who contacted Mike Shawn had been an agent named Jell. Jiang Hao immediately remembered FBI Agent Jell, whom he had met at the Kansas hospital.
Jell and Mike Shawn had once been colleagues and had a fairly good relationship. Using the police system network, Jell found that Jiang Hao had rented a car. Then, through surveillance cameras,