Silver Fox thought that these people were strange enough, but the guy in front of him was even more strange, and actually asked this kind of question to check if the medicine worked—and it did.

"Who are Jacqui and Chauvin?" Finally, Yan Murong asked a constructive question.

"Mercenaries." Tiger replied.

"Mercenaries?" Yan Murong was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself, when did the mercenaries become so powerful? Even if they fight on the battlefield all year round, with the skills of Jakui and Shawen, why do they have to follow Zheng Wuming?

After thinking about it for a long time, Yan Murong didn't understand the connection, and when he wanted to ask again, Tiger's eyes had gradually become clear, and he shook his head, wanting to get rid of the dizziness in his head.

"It's kind of interesting." The silver fox suddenly walked over, and he didn't like Tiger's frightened face, he stretched out his hand, opened his eyelids and looked at it, then turned to Yan Murong and said. "He's trained in that, and it seems that the drugs don't work very well."

"Then increase the dose." Yan Murong said. He also knew that unless these killers were self-taught lone rangers, they had basically undergone all kinds of torture tests when they came out of the killer organization. It's not cruelty, it's just to save the secrets of the organization and their lives after they're caught.

If you know important information about your organization, your opponent won't let you die right away.

"Nope." The silver fox shook his head and denied Yan Murong's statement. "If you use it too much, he'll die."

"Then I'll use a silver needle." Yan Murong held a silver needle between his fingers, shiny and shiny.

"No, either." The silver fox still shook his head. "Unless you want him to be an idiot."

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work, how can I do it?" Yan Murong asked depressedly. I thought that Longteng had any special means to make him speak, and his feelings were not good. I knew that why I had to drive so far in the middle of the night, and I just followed the example of the sixth master in "The Wind", and it would be a needle.

In fact, Yan Murong is also a little selfish.

Zheng Wuming's sudden "resurrection from the dead" surprised him, and from the two mercenaries who followed him, he felt a familiar and incomprehensible aura.

Who is around him? Yang Duo? Little snakes? Luo Chun? Li Chuang? - No, even if these people are combined, I'm afraid they are not the opponents of those two guys, and besides, he doesn't dare to guarantee that Zheng Wuming will only have these two people by his side.

So, he decided to bring people to Longteng, and if he asked about any big incident, then Longteng would not sit idly by.

"Untie the rope from him." Silver Fox said, and then crouched down and opened the medicine box on the ground. After a "ding-ding-tink" sound, a pair of strange-looking handcuffs appeared in her hands.

The color and style of the handcuffs are the same as those used by the police, except that the link chain in the middle of the handcuffs can be opened to form two separate handcuffs.

Yan Murong didn't know what the silver fox was going to do, but he still looked for her words to do it, and it took a long time to open the dozen dead knots that bound Tiger's hands.

"Take it to the wall." Silver Fox said.

Yan Murong did the same, grabbed Tiger and brought him to the position pointed by the silver fox. It wasn't until the silver fox started to move that Yan Murong realized that there was nothing in this room except the wooden bed, and there were two metal hooks on the wall. The whole thing is set in the wall, and only two hooks similar to carabiners are exposed.

Look at the interrogation room, many people are humanized.

Yan Murong sighed in his heart, there were no bloody and terrifying torture tools, no torture, which fully embodied our army's noble sentiment of focusing on probation and supplementing it with torture.

However, in the next second, Yan Murong felt that he was outrageously wrong.

Tiger was small, so when his two hands were handcuffed and his hands hung him up, his feet left the ground and hung on them completely.

His two legs twisted in a strange posture, he didn't pay attention to it just now, but now he saw that his two calf bones had pierced the flesh outside, and when he hung up, blood beads dripped down his trouser legs and fell to the ground, splashing a bloody red.

Then, the silver fox acted differently, took out a scalpel from the medicine box, and without saying a word, one cut through Tiger's clothes, and then, the next knife landed on his chest.

Damn, this girl is ruthless enough, Yan Murong thought in surprise in her heart, she didn't ask anything and went straight to the knife, such a woman, no matter how beautiful she looks, I'm afraid no one dares to ask for it.

Think about it, what would it be like to sleep in the middle of the night and come together in the morning to find that there are some parts missing from your body?

To the surprise of the silver fox, this knife only made a light red mark on Tiger's chest, and did not cut through the flesh and skin.

Seeing this scene, Yan Murong immediately remembered the god of death.

The same invulnerability - of course, this is just a slight exaggeration, except that their skin and muscles are denser.

"Where did you get that? It's really interesting. The silver fox's slender and beautiful fingers spun rapidly, and the scalpel seemed to have life, circling between her fingers, which was very beautiful.

"Invulnerability."

"Invulnerability?"

"Yes, I've seen people like that." Yan Murong said in a deep voice.

"Who is it?"

"Death." Yan Murong said. "I've fought him, and this guy is a lot like the Grim Reaper."

"The number one killer on the killer list?" The silver fox looked at Yan Murong with a look of surprise, his eyes swept over his eyes.

"It's him, what's wrong?" Yan Murong looked himself up and down. "Is there something wrong with me?"

"Nope." The silver fox shook his head, and looked at Yan Murong with a smile in his Danfeng eyes. "I'm just wondering, since you've fought with death, how are you still alive?"

“――”

Yan Murong wanted to scold her mother angrily, what did this woman say? What does it mean to be alive after fighting death? Does anyone who fought with him have to die?

Actually, Yan Murong really misunderstood her, she only knew that the god of death had no living mouth, but she didn't know that the god of death was a master of loneliness, and she felt sorry for Yan Murong, and couldn't help it-"I suspect that they are taking medicine." The silver fox spoke her mind.

"Drugs?"

"Yes, a genetic drug." Silver Fox said. "It's absolutely impossible for people to achieve this standard of bone density and muscle density, so I suspect they all use genetic drugs."

"Looks like I can't ask anything today." The silver fox pressed the second button on the white coat she was wearing, looked at Yan Murong and said. "Give him to me, I need a lab test."