"Don't waste your efforts, even if I put you down, my current state is not my opponent, I can't protect myself, and I still want to save others, or save some effort to consider my words, join, or die in pain, this choice should not be difficult for smart people!" One-eyed leaned back in his chair, and his evil smile made me want to eat him alive.

"Don't daydream, do you think Lao Tzu looks like a person who is afraid of death? Come on, take out all the skills you have, Lao Tzu is itching! "I was hung in the air and spat on him, but unfortunately I didn't have the strength to spit on him.

"Why can't you get along with yourself so much, but I'm not in a hurry, you better think about it again, I forgot to remind you, for torture, I'm just an amateur, I can only play with the whip, the real master is there, if you wait for him to do it, you will become a plaything, and even if you change your mind at that time, it's too late, we won't want a waste." One-eyed pointed to the Asian man who made me feel so threatened.

"Hahaha...... I've done all the things that peel and cramp, I just want to learn some new tricks, come if you have a kind, come!" I laughed like a psycho and yelled viciously.

"Don't rush, don't worry, it's time for dinner, give you time to think about a meal, if you can't get the answer I want, I won't interfere." One-eyed shrugged, revealing a look of indifference.

After saying that, he said to the guard at the door, "Go and prepare dinner, we will eat here today." ”

"Yes!" The two of them said yes and walked out of the cabin with their guns in their arms, and for some reason, I had a vague foreboding that this dinner must not be so simple.

There was not much time, a group of soldiers walked in from outside, the two people in front of them carried a plate of beef and a roast chicken, and put them in front of One-eyed, which was not strange, but the people in the back came in with a pot, and then there were people holding a pile of dry wood, and some people were holding a bunch of spices such as oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

Nima, what is this for? Are they going to make shabu-shabu in a wooden house? It's a bit chic, but it doesn't seem to be anything special.

Immediately after that, a group of soldiers were busy in the wooden house, because they were afraid of setting the house on fire, and a large oil drum was placed under the pot, which happened to be placed on top of the oil drum, and a stove door was opened in the oil drum, and it was a good idea to add firewood to it.

At this time, a soldier put dry wood in it, poured some fire oil, exhaled, the flame rose, and next to the soldier brought a bucket of water and put it beside it, and everyone withdrew.

The flaxen-haired Asian walked over, and he didn't look at me from beginning to end, but he was quite good at putting on a score, and he looked better than a one-eyed.

I wondered what he wanted to do, so I forced myself to turn around and look at him sideways.

I saw that guy, who was a serious chef, put oil, ingredients, and paid full attention to the ratio of various spices to the dispenser, yes, this thing can't really be a chef, it looks too professional, I thought to myself.

By this time, the one-eyed guy had already started eating by himself, holding a chicken leg in his hand, and while eating with relish, he was watching the Asian cook with great interest.

After the seasoning, the goods picked up the bucket to the half pot of water, picked up the spoon and tasted it, then nodded, looking satisfied, and finally closed the lid, squatted next to it to add firewood, and got rid of a housewife and man.

But what happened next was really eye-opening for me, and I finally knew what a fighter in the metamorphosis was.

There was not much time, and two soldiers outside dragged an unclothed man into the wooden house, and the guy struggled hard, but unfortunately his tendons and tendons were broken, and there was no room for resistance.

Judging by his appearance, he should be less than thirty years old, very strong, and with many scars, he should be a soldier, or like me, a prisoner of this group of bastards.

The man seemed to know what to expect, roared in fear, even if he couldn't move his hands and feet, his body was still struggling violently, and finally he was gagged by a soldier with a towel, but he still kept whining.

The two soldiers dragged him into the house, tied him to an iron frame so that he could not struggle, and then turned and hurried out of the cabin, as if he did not want to stay for a second.

The Asian waited for a while, and there was a boiling sound in the pot, and he lifted the lid to look at it, then nodded in satisfaction, put the lid aside, and turned to pick up a scalpel-like knife from the table.

Expressionless walked up to the man, under his frightened eyes, cut the muscles of his legs, and began to skin him, the bastard was expressionless, as if he was doing a trivial thing, in his eyes, there was no difference between humans and animals.

The guy's knife technique was very sharp, very skillful, and extremely serious, and after a while, the human skin on the captive's thigh was torn off in one piece, and there was no piece of flesh with him, and the captive's eyes were staring at desperately, and his eyeballs were about to bulge out, and they were full of bloodshots, and the whimpering sound in his mouth was even more terrifying.

I thought that this was almost the case, but I didn't expect that cruel guy, with a touch of his wrist, the knife picked up a beautiful knife flower in his hand, and with a random flash of cold light, he cut off a piece of human flesh from the captive's leg and threw it into the pot casually.

It was only at this time that I finally understood what this pot was for, it turned out that he wanted to stage a feast of human flesh and make a pot of human broth, no wonder those soldiers were unwilling to stay here, a little bit of humanity, who could watch this scene.

It can be seen from the skillful techniques and ingredients that this is by no means the first time he has done such a thing, and he has become perverted to the point of being point-in-point, and even his soldiers do not want to take a second look.

The knife flashed in the guy's hand, and pieces of human flesh flew into the pot, cooked in boiling water, and there was not much time, and only the two legs of the captive were left with white bones, and blood flowed down the floor to the door, and the captive had long since stopped moving, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

The cabin was filled with a disgusting smell, and the smell of blood mixed with the smell of meat in the pot rushed into my nostrils, making me almost throw up.

At this time, the pervert got up and came to the cauldron, picked up a military thorn from the table, stirred it slowly in the pot with the tip of the knife, and then leaned on the side and took a deep breath, his expressionless face showed a look of satisfaction.

I suddenly noticed his eyes, at this moment, those cold eyes turned blood-red, not only the whites of the eyes were bloodshot, but even the pupils became blood-colored, looking like a devil crawling out of hell, with endless hatred, bringing fear to the world, cold, cruel, and inhuman.

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