"The ship is coming soon." The only Oriental Chinese face, with thick eyebrows and leopard eyes, faintly has a majestic momentum of superiority. His reply, in exchange for Western torture masters, shook their heads, "His vitality is gradually fading, and he can't hold on." ”

"Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure."

"Alright then, I'll give you half an hour." The Oriental man pondered for a moment and replied, and at the same time sat down in his chair, looking at it, he couldn't wait to get the results as soon as possible.

"This ......" the torture master licked his lips and said, "I don't mind if you come here to watch me perform, but I need to state in advance that what happens next may have a certain stimulation to your senses." ”

"It's okay, what I've been through is not what you can imagine." The Oriental man waved his hand indifferently and let the torture master continue. The latter shrugged and began to move.

At first, he injected Zuo Sheng with a tube of adrenaline, and then slapped Zuo Sheng's face and looked at his pupils. Seeing Zuo Sheng's pupils gradually shrinking, he was very satisfied, and asked his assistant to hand him another injection, and at the same time, because his employer was present to observe, he was not stingy with his craftsmanship, and explained: "Adrenaline can restore his consciousness, this is just preliminary preparation, in order to let him clearly see everything he has experienced." ”

After speaking, he carefully examined the syringe in his hand under the light to avoid air bubbles mixed with it, "This needle, for those who like S.M, is simply an angel's needle, which can amplify all kinds of sensations, and most importantly, touch, so that he can feel every knife I have cut on him, as well as the cold cut of the scalpel." ”

This tube is injected subcutaneously. In less than two minutes, Zuo Sheng had a reaction.

He closed his eyes, felt the stinging pain in his nasal cavity, the hot waves of pain from the thigh wound, and a smile appeared on his face.

"I know you're awake." The torture master patted Zuo Qing's face, like love. As gentle as a person, one hand pressed on Zuosheng's thigh, making a dark effort, and his thumb pressed into Zuosheng's thigh wound that was pierced by a bullet.

The muscles on Zuo Qing's face couldn't help beating, and his breathing became short. Didn't scream a pain.

I hope you remember that feeling. For the next twenty minutes, I will keep you feeling like a stormy wave, wave after wave. ”

Watching the left-born reaction. The master torturer seems to have seen his favorite doll. Turning around, he took a scalpel from his assistant's hand.

"I'll tell you what's going to happen next. Listen to the soldiers, who are faster than the most athletic cheetahs, and let the bullets always eat dust behind you; Your fists are as good as Tyson, the king of boxing who bites your opponent's nose. If you move, you will have internal injuries, and a more powerful punch can kill someone. ”

"So I'm curious about your body structure, and in order to prevent you from outbursting and killing, I'll start dissecting your two legs, rest assured, the vertigo mechanism of the brain won't work, because the dose of adrenaline I've injected you is enough to keep you awake and won't die."

"Of course, if you are about to die, I will use other more 'violent' methods to bring you back to life, such as the battlefield life, the 'Dark Angel' with great side effects."

When Zuo Sheng was breathing, he felt the constant tremor of his breath, he looked at the face of the national character and asked, "What do you want to know?" ”

"All ......," said the big man with a Chinese face.

"All?" Zuo Sheng joked: "Is it from the time I was three years old, or is it about the mood of my first woman?" ”

"Mr. Employer, I don't know your name, but please trust me in my professionalism, I need to inject him with adrenaline, muscle relaxants, and this medicine every five minutes, all the data in his body shows that it is different from ordinary people, to this extent he will definitely not tell the truth, believe me."

The master of torture interrupted the face of Guozi who wanted to speak, and the latter shut up, understanding that Zuo Sheng was delaying time, and he was able to kill everyone with one enemy and hundred, and even used poison to make the mercenaries worse than dead.

"Then I understand that you have allowed me to continue my work?" The torture master said reproachfully: "In this field, I am the boss, so, I said that you can ask, then you ask, otherwise you ......"

"Hmph." The face of the national character was chattered by the torture master, and he felt that he had lost face. The latter shut up and began to continue.

"Sir, I haven't played enough, so, I hope you continue to keep your commitment, let's test what kind of endurance human endurance can reach, this subject, I have been trying to study for twenty years, for this reason, I joined the mercenary and became a master of torture who was spurned by everyone, you know, if it weren't for me alone, I believe that my chrysanthemum has been expanded countless times by those mercenaries outside, and there are definitely more bullet holes on my body than my cells."

"Okay, come on." There was no madness on Zuo Sheng's face, but a strange smile, like looking at a poor little animal, "I hope you can hold on until I tell the truth, and I hope that you people can see the sun tomorrow." ”

"No, no, no, the threat doesn't work, just think about the sophisticated weapons outside, the good soldiers, and the large enough numbers, I feel very relieved, then, let's start with your wounds."

The torture master untied the bandage of the left thigh, the scalpel cut the epidermis from top to bottom, and broke it with both hands, exposing the subcutaneous tissue, such as Jia Zhen said: "There is a large artery here, and there are other blood vessels, which are used to pump blood to the soles of the feet and various muscles, I will carefully get out of the way, and then start with your ligaments, by the way, this is your tendon belt, do you know, a person's movement, when there is bone support, you need to use the tendon belt to exercise, if there is no tendon belt, Your movements will become like a rusty tractor, slow and a little bumpy from time to time. ”

When he pulled Zuo Sheng's tendon belt, Zuo Sheng's face became pale, and the injection magnified all kinds of sensations countless times, and the pain was also among them, and the feeling was like a thousand ants burning his heart, almost maddening.

But Zuo Sheng laughed, laughing so wildly that his eyes were bloodshot, like the Nine Demon Gods.

"Why, I can't stand this pain?" The torture master has seen a lot of tough guys who choose people and devour them, and Zuo Sheng is definitely not the most terrifying.

Zuo Sheng began to speak. Only talking can distract yourself, and the object of your speech is not this torture master who is busy with his own work, but the face of the national character.

I saw a mouthful of blood spit out of his mouth, which came from Zuo Sheng biting the tip of his tongue. The wound was so great that a mouthful of blood splattered almost everyone in the tent.

"You know what, there are no ghosts in this world, but when he finds you, you will have a deep experience. Play tricks. What a happy thing. ”

"This blood is a sign, and he will smell the blood, and it will come quickly. Then hide in the shadows. Kill your family. Your friends, everyone you've come into contact with, and then look at you with trepidation. Grief, feeling at a loss, feeling abandoned by the world, the feeling of depression will make you want to commit suicide, but with his existence, you can't die, you can only live, and be lonely like a walking corpse, free of disease and old age. ”

"I don't understand what you're saying, but I know you must be venting your anger and trying to curse us people with blood, but alas, I'm the victor, the one who dissected you." The torture master seemed to want to use words to make Zuo Sheng submit, and he believed that Zuo Sheng could understand his words, which was so stimulating.

"Hahahaha, you will also feel the anger in his heart, believe me, your so-called devil is as pure as an angel compared to him." Zuo Sheng changed a language, which was obviously understandable by the master torturer.

The piercing chill in Zuo Sheng's words, combined with the wrinkles on his face and the transformation of blood, many mercenaries looked shocked and chose to retreat.

Zuo Sheng was very satisfied with his words, but the torture master was not very comfortable, how could the interrogation allow the prisoner to control the rhythm, he turned to everyone and said, "Get out." ”

When they heard the amnesty, the others withdrew, and only the national character had an expressionless face and continued to sit.

That's it, singing and harmonizing, you say, I am-for-tat, the meat of Zuosheng's thigh has been cut clean, only the tendons, blood vessels, ligaments, and white miserable bones are still there.

Until the torture master was sweating profusely, and there was a panicked look in his eyes.

Zuo, whose face was pale and couldn't speak clearly, was angry, but he was still strong and didn't let go.

"The middleman says yours is the best."

In the tent, there were torturers and assistants, only the face of the national character, and his words were like a death knell, which made the torturer even more confused, like an ant on a hot pot, walking back and forth, and chattering in his mouth: "How is it possible, even the iron-beaten body has collapsed, but he ......"

"You've disappointed me so much." Guozi Face knew that this set had no effect on Zuo Sheng, and got up and left the tent. And the torture master did not give up, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he roared at his assistant: "Insects, you damn it, go and find insects, ants, locusts, those insects that like blood the most, go quickly, take pictures of them all, all of them, all of them can be found." ”

Zuo Sheng smiled.

The most obvious gap between him and Liu Xiaoqiang is the scope of communication with insects.

In the tent, there is no big problem communicating with insects, and after issuing orders for them to attack, he has no control over them.

If the national character face is here, it will definitely be stopped, because he has seen Zuo Sheng's ghost and god methods.

But the master of torture doesn't know that a person like him is perverted in his heart, and the meaning of existence is interrogation, what the battlefield is like, and he has never seen it at all.

In this way, on the face of the national character, prepare for the next step, take Zuo Sheng, use another method, to pry open Zuo Sheng's mouth, in the middle of the night, holding torches, looking for mercenaries of ants, locusts, locusts and other insects, and send the caught small insects to the tent in twos and threes.

This kind of drug that stimulates people's physical sensations is indeed a good thing, the whole body is weak, and the anger and resentment of Zuo Sheng, who is unable to condense soul power, can undoubtedly be converted into soul power, and soul power is the root of controlling insects.

What a few little insects can do, everybody thinks.

What Zuo Sheng did surprised everyone.

When these small insects gather on the left white and miserable leg bones, outsiders look like they are biting, but in fact, these small insects are spitting out all kinds of mucus, so that the bones, ligaments, tendons and blood vessels form a protective film on the surface, so that they are not damaged by bacteria, and at the same time, they also absorb the blood of the left side.

The left-hand blood contains substances that can cause these small insects to mutate.

Among the dense ants, centipedes and other insects, this inaudible change is not well known.

But Zuo Sheng knew.

He wailed in feigned pain, looking at the torture master who was chattering and telling him the truth. Imagining what is about to happen produces a kind of fast. Feel. (To be continued......)