How to say that the three words Yan Murong are not just a simple name now, they are also a celebrity, and they are not suitable for those bloody interrogation work, so after the old demon brought him into a room, he told him to wait for a while and then turn around and leave.

Yes, it's an interrogation room, but it's a far cry from what was shown on TV. There were no blood-stained irons, no tiger chairs, not even the most basic handcuffs and shackles—not so much an interrogation room as a confinement room, and nothing but a bare single bed with a slam of planks.

If it weren't for the smell of blood that had accumulated over the years, he wouldn't have believed that this was an interrogation room if he killed Yan Murong.

However, this is just the way of thinking of normal people, if it is changed to the thinking of these people in Longteng, there will be no problem - this is Longteng, not the police station, and there are only two kinds of people who come here. The first is the internal personnel of Longteng, and the second is the people who were caught by them - if they want to run out from here, their chances of success are much smaller than the chances of the island country overthrowing the old United States.

Throwing the little man onto the bare single bed, Yan Murong looked at him and asked. "Who are you?"

"Tiger." He spoke Huaxia, and Yan Murong naturally understood it, but his already not very good voice may have been even more hoarse and harsh because of his leg injury.

"Where?" Yan Murong continued to ask, thinking, this kid is really very eye-catching, and he took the initiative to confess, and he is really not a qualified killer.

"Bulgaria." Tiger said.

"Why did you kill me?"

"Didn't want to kill you." Tiger struggled to raise his head and glanced at Yan Murong. "I just want to break your legs."

"Unfortunately, you were the one who had both legs broken." Yan Murong said with a smile. "Before Zheng Wuming, you were a killer, right?"

"Yes." Tiger said coldly, the pain in his legs and the massive blood loss made his face pale, but he still didn't scream, and he was a tough guy.

"To be honest, I really sympathize with you." Yan Murong walked to the bed, looked at Tiger who was tied behind his back, and said. "It's okay if it's ugly, and now my legs are useless - hey, don't look at me like that, I know that the average ugly person is very taboo when others say that he is ugly, but the truth is always so hurtful."

Tiger swore that if he hadn't had his hands tied behind his back, if his legs hadn't hurt, if given another chance, he would have skinned the nasty cramp in front of him and hung it on the flagpole.

Doesn't it mean that there is an old saying in China that beats people don't slap their faces, and scolding people doesn't expose their shortcomings? How can this bastard expose other people's shortcomings?

The reason why Tiger became a killer was because of his unhappy family on the one hand, and because of his appearance on the other hand - of course, the main thing was because of his appearance, if he hadn't looked like this, how could the originally happy family be shattered?

Therefore, he hated, hated the ridicule of others, hated his parents who abandoned him, hated his own looks, and even more hated those who said that he was ugly in front of him, and before, the people who said these things were dead. But now, he couldn't kill Yan Murong.

He struggled hard, and the wound that had already coagulated was bleeding again, falling to the ground along the gap in the bed board, making a "tick-tock" sound in the empty room.

His eyes were about to split, his eyes, which were not too big, were round, and his eyes were burning with flames even more when he looked at Yan Murong.

"Stop struggling." Yan Murong said out loud. "I don't even know how to untie this rope, can you break it?"

I don't know if it's because I'm tired of earning, or if Yan Murong's words played a role, Tiger no longer struggled, but the anger in his eyes didn't decrease at all.

"Actually, you don't look hopeless." Yan Murong said. "You used to be a killer, so you should have some money, right? Don't tell me what kind of cross you donate the money you got in exchange for killing people to save hungry children in Africa, I don't believe it - I can't help it with height, what do you look like, take the money to South Korea, and ensure that you are popular with thousands of girls. ”

"Oh, yes." Yan Murong suddenly thought of something and said. "I heard that Zheng Wuming has a special method, maybe he can cure you without spending money?"

"Do you think you're smart?" Tiger suddenly sneered, a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I'm really smart." Yan Murong said shamelessly.

"No, you're not smart at all." Tiger shook his head slightly. "You ask my name, and I told you. You asked me about my nationality, and I told you. You asked me about my purpose, and I told you the same - but are you so naïve, naïve as to think that I will tell you what you want to know because you talk to me? ”

Looking at Tiger 's eyes, Yan Murong was depressed and wanted to strangle this bastard-grandma's, this is despised.

Yes, he did want to trick him, but this guy was so badly injured and lost so much blood, how could his head turn so fast?

"I didn't expect you to tell me anything now." Yan Murong said with an indifferent face. "But you should know where you're now, right? - Even if I let you go now and your legs are broken, what can you do to me? ”

"You were awake just now, and you saw that guy in a black trench coat, right?" Yan Murong squatted down and looked at Tiger's face that made the man dare not look directly, and the corners of his mouth outlined a beautiful arc. "I'll tell you quietly, this is Longteng, have you heard of it?"

Tiger didn't speak, but the fleeting panic in his eyes betrayed his thoughts. Obviously, he had heard of Longteng's name, and he knew what kind of organization it was.

"Good, looks like you've heard of it." Yan Murong laughed happily. I'm not afraid of the enemy's hard mouth, I'm afraid that the enemy is ignorant, but since this guy knows Longteng, the next thing also saves him a lot of worry.

Although Yan Murong did not have professional interrogation training, he also knew that if he wanted the enemy to tell the truth, he had to destroy his mental defense line first, and Long Teng was an important weight.

"Since you know Long Teng, you know who they are here, right?" Yan Murong said. "They're a bunch of perverts, they don't care if you're dead or alive, but they won't let you die until they dig out what they want to know from your mouth, they're horrible, cruel, inhumane, and will make you experience pain you've never experienced in your life-"

As he was speaking, the door of the room was opened again, and Yan Murong turned around and saw the old demon standing at the door, followed by a woman in a white coat. The two of them were looking at him with strange expressions.

"Uh-when did you get here?" Yan Murong asked weakly.

"From the time you said they were a bunch of perverts~." The old demon said expressionlessly.

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