Peng Ruofei could only hear the sound of his little finger and phalanx breaking, and a heart-wrenching pain permeated his whole body, and he let out a miserable shout, and cold sweat broke out all over his body. He opened his eyes and looked at his left little finger, which was instantly shattered by the hammer, and the broken bones broke out of the skin, and blood flowed straight down.

"How? If you don't say it, if you don't say it, I'll knock it down one by one. Lu Keming looked at Peng Ruofei, who was panting with his head up, and asked.

"Brute." Peng Ruofei let out an angry curse from his throat.

"I'll make you hard-mouthed." Lu Keming raised the hammer again and slammed it on his ring finger.

Peng Ruofei's ring finger knuckles were also knocked off, Peng Ruofei let out a long hiss, instinctively trying to escape from the iron ring at this wrist, he struggled desperately, but everything was in vain, his body was tied to the chair, his left hand was firmly held down by the thug, and he couldn't move at all. Peng Ruofei leaned his neck back in pain, his face was red and his ears were red, the green muscles and blood on his neck and temples were swelling, his clothes were soaked with cold sweat and cold water, as if he had been fished out of a river, his chest rose and fell violently, and he didn't know when this endless torture would end.

"Say it quickly." Lu Keming roared as if he had gone crazy. He was constantly torturing Peng Ruofei with corporal torture, and Peng Ruofei was torturing him mentally.

Lu Keming raised the hammer and slammed it on the middle finger of Peng Ruofei's left hand. After Peng Ruofei let out a miserable scream, his head finally drooped again.

Lu Keming probed Peng Ruofei's snort with his hand, and he still had a breath, and looked at the three fingers of his left hand, which were already bloody and swollen, and the broken bones pierced through the flesh and blood.

"Damn, it's hard enough, I don't believe your bones are harder than my hammer. Come on, wake him up, keep knocking for me. "Lu Keming is already like a madman.

The thug poured a basin of cold water on Peng Ruofei's body, Peng Ruofei opened his bloodshot eyes, trembling all over, this hellish pain made him deeply understand the true meaning of the word "purgatory" in the book.

"Say it or not, don't say it, keep knocking." Lu Keming pulled Peng Ruofei's wet hair up.

Peng Ruofei glared at Lu Keming, and instinctively spat at Lu Keming, and Lu Keming's face immediately became more bloody.

"Smack." Peng Ruofei had an extra slap mark on his face.

"I'll make you hard, come on, hold his hand." Lu Keming roared, and then ordered the thug to press the back of Peng Ruofei's hand tightly, raised the hammer and continued to hit the remaining fingers, Peng Ruofei kept looking up to the sky and screaming, tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes involuntarily, only to feel that his left index finger was knocked off, his thumb was knocked off, and then the little finger, ring finger, and middle finger of his right hand ......

His eyes began to blur, his consciousness began to wander a little, he only heard Lu Keming constantly roaring in his ear, and then his fingers were broken one by one by the hammer, the bones were broken, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the pain of the ten fingers connected to the heart made him unbearable, and he finally passed out again.

Lu Keming threw the hammer on the table, ripped off the military uniform, took a glass of water and drank it to the sky, then wiped his mouth and scolded: "Damn, this has broken eight fingers, and he still hasn't spoken, Lao Tzu really met a diehard who is not afraid of boiling water today, I don't believe that this person can survive all the torture tools here." Come on, lock him in the electric chair. ”

Peng Ruofei's unyielding willingness to die inspired Lu Keming's sadistic bestiality, and he didn't believe that there were still people under Miki who could survive it.

Dai Tianxu originally watched Peng Ruofei's torture coldly from the sidelines, but the more he watched, the more frightened he felt, Peng Ruofei's tragic situation was simply unbearable to look at directly.

Peng Ruofei was dragged to the electric chair again, his hands and wrists were handcuffed to the armrests of the electric chair, his wrists and ankles were firmly clamped by electric clips, and the other end of the electric clip was connected to a hand-cranked telephone next to the electric chair. The first light is the smallest five milliamperes of current, and when this light is on, the human body will feel the current like a steel needle piercing left and right in the body; The second lamp is a 10 milliampere electric current, when this lamp is turned on, the person will feel chest tightness and shortness of breath, the feeling of the heart being tightened, this current is like a charcoal bar in the body, burning all the internal organs and burning up, if the time is a little longer, the person will be incontinent; The third light is 15 milliamperes, when this light is on, the human body has entered a dangerous stage, irregular breathing, or stopping, the ventricles will produce irregular fibrillation, if there is a heart disease prisoner will directly lead to death.

The thug began to shake the handle, a sudden electric current passed through Peng Ruofei's body, he couldn't help but tremble, feeling that his whole body was pierced by steel needles, the first light on the electric chair lit up, as the speed of the handle shaking, Peng Ruofei became more and more uncontrollable muscle tremors, twitched, and felt that the red-hot steel needles were rampage in his body, the pain was indescribable, he opened his mouth wide but couldn't breathe in, his throat kept making heart-rending screams, and the second light on the electric chair lit up.

Peng Ruofei was in pain and felt that he was about to die, but just as he was about to pass out, Lu Keming signaled the thugs to pause, and then the strange current disappeared, and Peng Ruofei was able to catch his breath.

Say. Say it. Lu Keming roared at Peng Ruofei.

Peng Ruofei shook his head mechanically, Lu Keming saw this, and signaled the thug to start shaking the handle, the current was reckless in Peng Ruofei's body, Peng Ruofei began to tremble again, spasms, struggle, scream, vomit, when he was about to pass out, Lu Keming asked the thug to stop, asked the same question again, and after getting no answer, the thug began to shake the handle again, and after experiencing this several times, Peng Ruofei drowned in the torture over and over again, and he finally hung his head.

The time has reached the early hours of the morning, five or six hours have passed, Peng Ruofei endured intolerable inhuman torture in the torture room, but he never told the truth, Lu Keming and several thugs were also exhausted, but the interrogation still did not make the slightest progress, and the interrogation record book was still blank.

"Let's lock it up first." Lu Keming commanded the thugs, and the two thugs untied Peng Ruofei, who had passed out, from the electric chair and dragged him to the dungeon of the security team.

Scar is also locked up in the dungeon, and he sits in the corner of the dungeon with his hands on his knees, unsure of his fate. At this moment, the cell door was opened, and Scar saw a beaten and bloody, unconscious man being dragged into the dungeon.

The thugs threw Peng Ruofei to the ground and walked out, Scar looked at the person lying on the ground in fear, he crawled over tremblingly, and turned Peng Ruofei over, only then did he see that the person in front of him was Mr. Ling.

Scar carefully inspected the injuries on Peng Ruofei's body, the toenails had all been pulled out, the nail bed was constantly oozing blood, and the knee part was already black, the skin and flesh had been scorched, revealing the burnt kneecap, and the ten fingers except for the index finger and thumb of the right hand had been comminuted and fractured, the broken bones broke out of the skin, the fingers were thick and swollen, the flesh was blurred, and there were some scorched spots on the wrists and ankles.

Scar couldn't imagine what kind of torture Mr. Ling had been subjected to in the past five or six hours, if it were for him, I was afraid that he would not be able to withstand even a single torture, and he had to admire Mr. Ling's will was so strong. He felt that this weak Mr. Ling was the real manly man.