"Boom......!"

"Ah......h

"Boom......!"

"Ah......h

In an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Husumi, the heart-rending howls echoed through the empty room, causing echoes in waves. On the beams of the warehouse, the core leaders of the Church of St. Elijah were hoisted. Then he was mercilessly beaten in the abdomen with wooden sticks by Hassan's men.

Every time they were hit, these people would twitch like a fish, and with a few sticks, they would vomit out the contents of their stomachs, and they would no longer be impassioned in the central square.

"Didn't you guys say they were on a hunger strike, how could you still vomit so much stuff?" The Abkhazians who were watching asked with disdain. Yes, I haven't eaten for a few days, and I can still vomit so many things, what is the structure of these people's bodies?

"Haha......"

The teasing caused a burst of laughter, and Hassan couldn't help but laugh out loud.

After a scuffle on October Street, members of the Abkhaz Truth Society captured a large number of senior cadres of the Holy Ilia Truth Society, while the remaining Holy Ilya Truth Society, who fled and scattered, did not dare to make a second attempt. Hassan then brought them back, tortured them, and forced them to question the Georgian opposition leader, Gamsakhurdia, about his whereabouts.

"Stop fighting, I say, I'll tell you everything!" After less than half an hour of torture, several of these people couldn't hold on. They pleaded that Hassan's men would stop beating them, and that they would answer the organization's secrets.

Hassan despised the backbone of these people in his heart, and really didn't understand how Stalin's hometown could produce such a soft egg.

The man who begged for mercy was lowered from the beam of the roof, and as soon as the rope was released, the whole person collapsed on the ground like a puddle of rotten meat, and Hassan's men took a bucket of cold water and poured it on him, and it was December, the coldest time of the year. This bucket of ice water is going to be the name of most of the national fighters in an instant.

"Ah...... Ha...... Yes! Please don't torture me, I'll tell you everything I know......" The other party breathed in a cool breath and a spirit stood up from the ground and begged for mercy.

Hassan slowly sat up from his chair, he picked up the baseball bat, slowly walked towards the other party, and then asked in a slow voice, "Where is the Gamsahurdiyah?" ”

"No...... I don't know? ”

Hassan kicked him to the ground, then raised his baseball bat and was about to rush over for a beating.

"I don't really know where he is, I just know that he's not in the country......" The other party quickly added, and he felt that Hassan's expression was simply terrifying. He was so frightened that he could barely stand up.

"Abroad, what is he doing abroad?" Hassan was very surprised by this answer, and Seryosha had specifically explained that he must catch Gamsa Khurdia and let him take control. But now that others are abroad, how can this be good?

"The collective doesn't know, I just know that he went abroad to help us raise money!" The other party said cautiously, and from time to time he looked at the comrades behind him who were still hanging. Hassan noticed this little gesture of his. So he said to the younger brothers who stopped: "Keep fighting until they tell the whereabouts of Gamsahurdzia, otherwise don't stop me ......"

As soon as Hassan's order was issued, the scene once again resounded with terrible voices, and these opposition opponents, who had been out of the limelight, were now so painfully killed by Hassan. Many of them were intellectuals, and they couldn't stand the torture at all, and within five minutes, some of them couldn't stand the torture again and confessed.

"Stop fighting, I said, I know where Gamsahurdzia is, he is in Husumi ......"

"Traitor ......"

"Bastard ......"

As soon as the second surrenderer finished speaking, his companions began to insult him.

"Okay, put him down, and the rest will continue to fight, and beat me until they vomit blood!" Hassan asked his men to put down the confessed guy and take him out of the room, while the rest continued to be tortured, and as for the liar, Hassan directly asked his men to wipe his neck with a dagger in front of his companion. This guy is not honest, and he was still a little valuable, but now because of the new surrenderer, this guy naturally doesn't need it.

The ruthless Hassan had no patience at all, he directly let his subordinates put the knife against the guy's neck, as long as he hesitated a little, Hassan would suggest that his subordinates tighten the knife again, this guy just saw his companion like a chicken with his neck wiped off, covered in blood in the warehouse, stumbling around, and after a while he convulsed and fell. At this moment, he dared to reinvent words, and he knew everything about Hassan's problems.

"Gamsa Khurdzia lives in the dormitory of the night school for local workers, arranged for him by our comrades in Abkhazia, and he has been in contact with foreign donors in his room for the past few days...... If you go now, you might still be able to find him. ”

Hearing this, Hassan asked his subordinates to write down the address, quickly mobilized people, and started a car to go straight to the dormitory area of the workers' night school in the Abkhaz Autonomous Prefecture.

Hassan's men drove as fast as they could, and in less than twenty minutes they came to the room where the other had confessed, and Hassan kicked open the door of Gamsahurdzia's house, which was empty, but the cup of coffee on the table was still hot, and the chair still had the indentations on which he had sit.

"Chase, he may not have gone far!" Hassan commanded his men. When the order was given, his men immediately dispersed to find the whereabouts of Gamsahurdia. Hassan, on the other hand, remained in the room, opened the drawer, pulled out all the contents, and examined it to see what he could find.

Hassan's move is really not superfluous, it turns out that there is really something wrong with this Gamsahurdzia, Hassan found several foreign passports in the secret compartment of the desk drawer of Gamsakhurdiyah, although Hassan does not read much, but the passport and the flag still know, after all, is it a smuggling background!

Hassan picked out an American copy from a pile of passports, and when he opened the first page, he saw a picture of Gamsahurdzia, who didn't know English, but he already knew what was going on. This Gamsakhurdia "has long since taken refuge in the Americans, and perhaps there will be support from the United States in the future, and these people will have betrayed the motherland." Thinking of these traitors. Hassan felt extremely angry, and for a long time, both Abkhazians and Georgians were used by the Americans as pawns against the Soviet Union.