I don't know how long it was, maybe a day, maybe a century. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Hou Dasheng only felt that he was trapped in the darkness, in the darkness of nothing. Those former pictures continue to flash in front of me, the uncle who wore a grass-green military uniform as strong as a bear when he was a child.

When he was six years old, he was chased by wild wolves when he went hunting in the mountains. And the uncle who came out lightly punched the wild wolf that Hou Dasheng looked extremely terrifying to death. As soon as the picture turned, Hou Dasheng saw the smiling uncle pressing himself into the medicated bath barrel. Then take it out and allow yourself to soak it for a little longer.

Hou Dasheng seemed to see his young self, walking around the mountains with the old hunters. There is even a situation of hunting in the mountains with the uncle's comrades-in-arms. Among those veterans, Hou Dasheng saw Lu Song. Lu Song was not fat at that time, and Lu Song was as strong as a huge bear at that time.

He grinned, smiling so happily. Even in the picture, Hou Dasheng saw the uncle reprimanding Lu Song.

"Damn it! The blood pressure is so low that I need a blood transfusion for him! Otherwise, he will die......" There were bursts of exclamation in Hou Dasheng's ears, but Hou Dasheng couldn't even open his eyes at this time. The other party spoke English, which happened to be the language that Hou Dasheng understood. However, Hou Dasheng could not make any reaction to this.

After hearing this, Hou Dasheng fell into darkness again. In the dark, nothing happened. Hou Dasheng couldn't even feel it. It was a silence, a suffocating, desperate silence. You don't even feel the silence of your existence, but you know it.

When Hou Dasheng regained consciousness again, he felt that he was jolting. It seems to be in a car, and a group of white coats are constantly stopping the bleeding from the wounds on their bodies.

"Damn it! How did those goddamn jackals find us?! Bastard...... We've already died twenty people! We shouldn't have taken in that idiot of Snow Fox, let alone listened to his trouble with the jackals......" Hou Dasheng didn't see anyone, but he clearly felt that he was still alive.

And the man who spoke was familiar to him, the white man who smashed his grenade into the air.

"Captain, what are we going to do with this injured man?! Wouldn't it be better to leave him behind?! Kill it. Hou Dasheng heard someone say this in English. Soon, Hou Dasheng heard the captain's voice again: "Do you think I don't want to?!" This kid knows the information about the families of the jackals who have been evacuated to France, and those are what we must get! ”

After a pause, Hou Dasheng fell unconscious again. He didn't hear what was next: "These damn jackals have a lot of energy, and now someone in Washington is already speaking for them." Now we are under a lot of pressure to find the capital to get the jackals to negotiate with us as soon as possible......"

Hou Dasheng fell into darkness again, this time he was unconscious. Sometimes he would be awake for a short time, but soon he would pass out again, but when he was awake, he was always on the move. Sometimes it's a car, sometimes it's a transport plane. There's even a truck trunk one.

I don't know how long it took, Hou Dasheng felt as if his eyes were stabbed by a beam of yellow light. This made the whole person suddenly begin to regain consciousness, and it was only then that he felt as if his whole body seemed to be broken. It hurt everywhere, and he almost fainted from the pain. But he gritted his teeth and allowed himself to open his eyes.

When Hou Dasheng was completely awake, he found himself in a room that looked like an intensive care unit. Several large men in black suits sat on the edge of the bed, looking at themselves. Hou Dasheng glanced at it, and a white coat with a hand power station was next to the bed. There were seven people standing in this small room.

Four strong men in black, a doctor, and two women who looked like nurses.

"Am I alive?" Hou Dasheng struggled for a moment and said the first sentence. As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that his throat was very dry and began to cough "cough cough ......". The nurse hurriedly brought a glass of water to his mouth and asked Hou Dasheng to drink it slowly.

The doctor-looking man standing beside Hou Dasheng's bed glanced at Hou Dasheng with complicated eyes: "You are still alive, there is no doubt about it." ”

"It's really not easy, I can still survive......" drank some water, and the nurse didn't let Hou Dasheng drink too much at one time. Hurry up and get the water away, Hou Dasheng knows that she is doing it for her own good. Maybe I haven't eaten in a long time, and I haven't spoken in a long time. At this time, it is naturally difficult to drink too much water.

The doctor glanced at Hou Dasheng and sighed sincerely: "It's really not easy!" When you were sent, I thought you were dead. It's true. You have at least 30 fractures and eight internal bleeding in your body. There were also numerous wounds all over the body, and the skull was broken...... Generally, this kind of thing is basically dead. Even if it is rescued, the chance of becoming a vegetative person is greater. ”

"To be honest, I've been on the operating table for so many years, and you're one of the few people I've ever seen who can survive this condition." The doctor shrugged his shoulders as a man in black made a gesture of please to the doctor. The doctor nodded, and then followed the big man in black out of the room.

Hou Dasheng looked at these black-clothed people and said helplessly: "I actually survived, I thought I was dead." I didn't think you would let me live. ”

No one answered him, and the blacks remained silent. The two nurses hurriedly left with the doctor, while the remaining three men in black sat silently on their chairs and looked at Hou Dasheng without blinking. Smiling helplessly, Hou Dasheng knew that these people would not pay attention to him.

So he simply closed his eyes and began to rest. Since you are not dead, how can you live?! The other party didn't let himself die, and even Hou Dasheng could think of how much they had spent to let him live. There must be a reason why they do this.

They want something out of themselves, and those things are important. They don't let themselves die until they get it. However, in order to be able to make themselves speak, then they will definitely do whatever it takes. Having survived, the man himself was then subjected to endless torture......

Hou Dasheng, who had just regained consciousness, immediately felt tired. He had just woken up, and his whole body was still extremely weak. What he needs now is rest, enough rest. Therefore, his brain turned for a moment, and then the whole person fell into a coma again......

"Right now, he's not fit for execution." In one office, the doctor looked at the white man in front of him, shook his head, and said, "I'm sure that as long as you torture him lightly, he may be abolished or even killed." You know what?! When you sent him here, he was like a rag doll. It's already a miracle to survive......"

The white man frowned and said in a deep voice, "I don't care about any of this, as long as he doesn't die." I want the information he knows in his head, the location of those people. How many people actually went to France and where were they concentrated. Who gave them shelter, I just have to know that. ”

"Sir, do you think someone with such a strong will confess easily?!" The doctor reluctantly spread his hands and said to the white man. The white man fell silent, and the doctor said slowly: "My personal suggestion is that you will torture him after he recovers for a while." ”

"Otherwise, you're likely to die if you don't get what you want." The doctor spread his hand and said softly, "Of course, I will respect your opinion if you insist." I'm just putting forward my opinion. ”

The white man was silent for a few moments before he said, "So, how long do you think we can torture him?" ”

"A month!" The doctor said tentatively to the white man. But then, he saw the attitude of the white man.

"No way!" The white man had a dark face and said in a deep voice, "We have been delaying for two months, and more than twenty of my people have died. Those damn jackals, they'll chase you wherever we hide. Damn it! Snow Fox and Little Albizzy are two idiots, they can't do anything but hide! The pressure is all on our shoulders! ”

After a pause, the white man said in a deep voice: "There is already pressure from Washington, and there are also some channels from the French side that have come to us to ask us for this kid." ”

"And Africa, Lu Song's damn old fox doesn't know what crazy he is, so he wants us to hand over this kid! Damn, we can't make it that long! But I saw the white man gritting his teeth and said fiercely: "A week and a half! At most a week and a half we will start the torture, and within a week we must get results! ”

As he spoke, the man exhaled deeply: "This is the time I tried my best to buy, this kid must not die." ”

It was at this time that Congo was far away in Africa. The war had just ended, and the parties entered a respite. Some "businessmen" hurriedly began to rush, including Lu Song. At this time, Lu Song was eating a piece of-colored paste in front of him in a humble restaurant outside a mining area in the Congo.

In front of him was a white man with scruffy clothes and messy hair.

"Buck, it's not the first day we've met. I'll tell you one last time: I won't see that kid at the end of this month, and you'll be responsible for all the consequences. Lu Song stuffed his head and put those-like mush into his mouth, and swallowed it without knowing the taste: "It has nothing to do with me, I'm just reminding you as a friend." ”

(To be continued.) )