When you first arrived in America, chapter 34, did you see my fangs?

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Twelve hours later, in the interrogation room of the Department of Homeland Security, Josh sat here in a suit, he did not have any nervousness, in the environment of only one lamp in the whole room, he arranged his suit with great interest, and from time to time, glanced at the surrounding arrangement.

Opposite Josh, Stacy looked at him relaxedly with Erlang's legs crossed, and the two of them began the interrogation as if chatting.

"Hey, you're known as 'the hardest agent in the CIA,' is there a ...... Well, how to put it, is that feeling that as soon as you enter the interrogation room, you immediately start to tremble? After all, everyone will challenge your nickname, and you are the one who persists the longest in the CIA's 'anti-coerced confession training'. ”

When Josh answered this question in front of Stacey, he first showed a smile: "What do you want me to say?" ”

"Why are you investigating the 'military-made weapons leakage case'?"

Stacy didn't expect the outcome of this question, so, instead of staring at Josh, she lowered her head and dimmed the light of the lamp by another tone.

Click.

The knob sounded, and Josh leaned back in his chair: "Ten DHS vehicles surrounded the dilapidated factory building, and a large number of heavily armed agents pointed guns at my head, and then, you guys are asking this?" ”

Josh was right, an hour ago, a large number of DHS cars were killed out of the wilderness, and the heavily armed agents disarmed Josh as quickly as they could after getting out of the car, and Stacy only said one sentence in the circumstances: "This is Monroe's invitation to go on a date with her." ”

Of course, Josh also remembers his answer: "Monroe is a good woman, even her men don't end well." ”

So, after more than half an hour's drive, Josh was taken here by the Homeland Security Agency's car.

After listening to Josh's words, Stacy raised her head, looked at each other in the dim light of the desk lamp, and said, "You're right. ”

"Okay, then, when the torture is going to be carried out, please be rough, I haven't moved my muscles and bones in a long time." Josh didn't care at all.

"You!"

Stacy's eyes narrowed at Josh's provoked, but after a second, she regained her natural steady: "I grant your request." ”

"Zhou!"

Stacy shouted out the door, and then, again, said to Josh, "There are more than you know how to interrogate in this world, Josh, do you think it's the biggest humiliation to let your opponent show off in front of you?" ”

"Opponents? You say he? "Josh didn't see the weekend as an opponent at all, not once.

Chirping~

The sound of the door being pushed open was heard, and at the door, Weekend walked in, and Stacy got up like a witch, and when she rubbed with Weekend, she turned around, put her hands on Weekend's shoulders, and put her lips in Weekend's ear and said, "I want to know a qiē, no matter what method you use, even if you bite him." ”

Weekend didn't even look at Stacy, stared at Josh and responded, "Coincidentally, I also want to know why I've been pushed to this point." ”

"Give me a knife, a scalpel."

"No problem."

After saying this, Weekend walked into the room and sat down where Stacy had just been, and he didn't repeat the question Stacy had asked: "Why?" Josh, what wrong choice did I make to make you do this to me? ”

There was no angry expression on his face, and his lifeless face was like those men who had suffered a heavy blow in their careers, these people were not afraid of failure, but they didn't understand how some guys who should have nothing to do with him could suddenly pull out their swords.

Josh didn't answer at all, and asked rhetorically, "What do you want a scalpel for?" ”

"Stab me?" He smiled, sneering as if he didn't feel any horror from the scalpel that had penetrated into his body, and to be able to laugh at this time, Josh's brain and nervous system were much stronger than ordinary people.

Weekend shook his head, very calm, and said with a calm that was unimaginable to outsiders: "Cut you." ”

Generally speaking, in modern society, this kind of talk falls under the category of intimidation, and no one will really scratch anyone with a scalpel. Can...... The look of the weekend doesn't look like a joke at all, he is even stricter than the judge who sentenced the prisoner to death!

Josh sneered and said, "Scratch? ”

"I see, this is the traditional punishment of the East, cutting off my flesh one by one, a total of three hundred and sixty cuts. Zhou, are you sure you want to use this method to get me to speak? Are you sure that when the blood flows down the road and the flesh is split under the blade, can you still control your own nature and hold on to the inner framework? ”

The black man in the red suit walked in with a scalpel, handed the handle to Weekend, turned to leave, Weekend took the knife, still looking at Josh: "Ever since you threatened me with Yoda and my child, this guy sitting in front of you has no mental framework. Have you forgotten? You forced me to do this, you forced me to become the dead person I am now, I have to fight for my life to hold the tiger skin of the Homeland Security Agency, and I have to deal with the end of being abandoned at any time. It was you, who pulled out the spears stuck in the cage one by one and allowed the beast to regain its wildness, and it was you who opened the cage with your own hands and released it. Josh, now, do you see my fangs? ”

Josh shuddered, he wasn't afraid of the punishment that Weekend said, when he was afraid, Weekend chose to stand with Homeland Security even though he knew that he would be abandoned by the DHS after this incident was over. This courage, this hardness to give up oneself and not succumb to CIA coercion, he has never seen in any man. What's more, how could this weak Oriental be, how could he be so tough?

Weekend reached out and pinched the corner of the table, and put his face under the light of the lamp, the purple and blue on his face became clearer, and the high swollen wound was evidence of what he said, and this action was to let Josh see those injuries clearly.

Josh frowned slightly, he felt that the weekend seemed to be going to be serious.

Syllable!

The weekend lifted the table between them, and the lamp was directly underneath the tabletop, and suddenly the whole room was dark.

In the next second, Weekend sat down across from Josh and said softly, "There is one thing you may not know about the slashing. It is true that it is 360 slashes, but if the torturer is skillful, he can make the prisoner live for a full three days, and live in a wail of pain every day. I'm sorry, but I'm not a particularly skilled executioner, so I had someone from the Department of Homeland Security prepare a doctor for you before I came in, remember what I said? I won't let you die! ”

Syllable.

There was another thud, and in the darkness, Josh felt as if his hands were being handcuffed to the armrests of his chair, and then, his feet.

The most fearful thing for people is perhaps not the unknown, but the fact that they know that something tragic is about to happen, but they must wait before such a thing comes. (To be continued.) )