Federal Top Prison
At this moment, Mackey was filled with wariness and fear toward Jiang Hao, yet he had no choice but to go over. "Push me over."
A subordinate pushed the wheelchair up to Jiang Hao's interrogation chair.
Jiang Hao shook his hand. "Unlock the handcuffs."
Someone came over and removed one of Jiang Hao's handcuffs. Jiang Hao looked at Mackey and tapped several points on his body. Mackey suddenly felt a numb tingling sensation course through him, as though feeling had returned to his body. He subconsciously raised his hand and was delighted to discover that he could move it.
Everyone present found the sight miraculous.
Mackey happily stood up, but the next second, his body pitched forward and he crashed heavily to the floor. Mackey asked in shock, "My legs, why can't I feel my legs yet?!"
Jiang Hao shrugged. "Because I didn't undo that part."
"Why not?" Mackey looked at Jiang Hao and asked.
"Because I don't trust you. Right now, you still can't move below the waist, and those functions are gone. I'll undo the other half once things have settled down," Jiang Hao said.
The loss of those functions was the key point.
Eating, drinking, relieving oneself—everything handled by the lower half of the body accounted for a huge part of life.
"Settled down? When do you mean by that?" Mackey asked.
"After sentencing, when I'm no longer under threat of FBI interrogation," Jiang Hao said.
Mackey regretted it bitterly. Why had he provoked this man? Wouldn't it have been enough to send his subordinates to interrogate him? Now he had dragged himself into it too, with no room to turn back. He knew that bargaining with this suspect was pointless now. Jiang Hao would never easily hand over the initiative.
Mackey gritted his