It seems that all hospitals are filled with the smell of alcohol and disinfectant water, which was Zhang Yan's first thought after he woke up.

When it was getting dark, he woke up in the hospital bed, his left shoulder and chest were tied with thick gauze, and he could feel a pinprick-like stinging pain on his back.

There wasn't even a single flower in the empty ward, and he couldn't help but complain, and then struggled to sit up.

The door of the ward opened, and a nurse walked in, speaking in Urdu, which Zhang Yan didn't understand at all.

His English was not very good, and he could only gesture with his hand to signal his wound and mouth, he was thirsty, and the wound was very painful.

The nurse may have noticed the problem and turned around and left the room, and after a while the old fish and Sharif walked in.

"It's good that you're here," a smile finally appeared on his face when he saw the acquaintance, "how is the hotel going over there?" ”

"Because of your help, the loss of the hotel is not large, and there are no innocent casualties, which is a blessing in misfortune."

"Do you figure out what organization did it?"

Sharif shook his head a little helplessly, and said, "Not yet, I caught two live mouths, but they both belong to the dead soldiers, and I can't ask at all." ”

Zhang Yan's brows furrowed, and before he could speak, Lao Yu said, "You just take care of your injuries steadily, your back is rotten." ”

"Really?" He was a little stunned, completely unaware of the condition of the back injury.

"Well, I operated on you in the morning, and it took a long time to clean up, so you should stay in the hospital first."

"I'm hungry, get me something to eat."

The old fish shook his head with a wry smile, turned around and walked out of the ward.

"Zhang, you can rest first, and then you will eat and sleep well."

"No need, hurry up, I'll go with you."

As he spoke, Zhang Yan had already gotten off the hospital bed and was looking for his clothes.

"Sharif, where's my clothes?"

"Your uniform has been damaged, and I have the hospital store it."

"Okay, I'll walk with you in a hospital gown, and we'll go see those birdmen."

"Birdman?" Sharif looked at him suspiciously, not knowing what a birdman was.

"It's a terrorist!"

"No, no, brother, you still have to recuperate, the doctor won't agree."

Zhang Yan's eyes widened, "Shall I just go out for a meal with you?" You don't give me face? ”

"Okay."

Zhang Yan followed Sharif out of the hospital secretly, and then took the army car to find the place where the terrorists were held.

As soon as he got out of the car, Zhang Yan turned his head and asked, "Is there a claw knife?" ”

"Clawblade?" Sharif was stunned for a moment, then figured it out, muttering, "There's that, but we don't use it often." ”

"That's fine, you'll translate for me later. I don't understand your native dialect. ”

"Yes."

It's a place similar to a police detention center, where two terrorists are all tied to the cross, and who knows why *** likes this thing, maybe they like to play with burning at the stake.

The two people had blood on their bodies and some burns, and it seemed that the Pakistani police had already tortured them, but these terrorists had all carried them down.

"Sharif, it's hard bones, but I like to gnaw hard bones the most. Hey, hey, hey! ”

An eerie and terrifying laughter sounded in the cold room, and with Zhang Yan's white hospital gown, the surrounding prison guards were frightened to take two steps back.

"Brother, are you alright?"

Zhang Yan turned his head to look at Sharif with a worried face, patted him lightly on the shoulder, and replied, "Don't worry, give me ten minutes, and I will give you the confession you want." ”

"Really?"

"Of course, I always call me honest and trustworthy Xiao Langjun at school, now give me the claw knife first."

"Okay."

Sharif took a turn outside, coming back with two claw knives in his hands.

Zhang Yan took it, gently tested the sharpness with his fingers, and then said to Sharif: "From now on, translate what I said to them." ”

"Okay."

Holding a claw knife in each hand, Zhang Yan slowly walked up to an enemy and said with a smile: "I don't have much time, so I hope you can give me the answer I want." ”

"Phew!"

As soon as Sharif finished translating, a mouthful of bloody phlegm spit out at him, Zhang Yan hurriedly took two steps back, and the sneer on the corner of his mouth became even stronger.

"In our China, there is a kind of punishment called a thousand cuts, also known as Ling Chi."

"This punishment is to cut off your flesh piece by piece with a knife, at least 120 knives, at most 3,600 knives, and the last knife will make you die."

"Today is in a hurry, and there are no professional tools, so I can barely make do with these two knives. Don't mind if it hurts. ”

At this time, Zhang Yan was like a demon, his hands were gently shaking in front of the eyes of the two enemies, and the policemen in the room had already been frightened to distance themselves.

Sharif gasped twice and asked with some trembling, "Brother...... Brother, your punishment is too ...... Terrible, right? ”

"No, Sharif, we have a more terrible punishment, I really don't have much time right now, I just need to know who gave us that great gift last night."

As he spoke, Zhang Yan had already gently cut through the enemy's clothes with his knife, and then the tip of the knife gestured against their bodies.

"Zhang, my brother, I always feel that this is too cruel."

"No, Sharif, if you have a hammer and nails, I will perform for you the ancient punishment of our country."

"You can also translate to them, and slowly hammer the nails into his fingernails, and then break his palmar bones little by little, without letting him die."

"Gross!"

A policeman finally couldn't help but vomit after listening to Sharif's translation!

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of vomiting in the house, Zhang Yan waved his hand in disgust, pointed to the door and said, "Go out, don't interfere with my work." ”

"You treat this as a job?" Sharif's brow furrowed into a pimple, and he struggled to resist the vomiting sensation.

"Of course, I'm an expert in torture!"

"Although many special forces and secret services now like to use drugs for interrogation, I prefer to study the torture study of human instinct, you must know that my motherland has a long history and a profound culture."

"Gross!"

Sharif finally couldn't help but spit out, "You're a devil!" ”

"Huh!"

Zhang Yan chuckled, turned around and brandished the claw knife in his hand and aimed it at the enemy's chest.

"Poof!"

A foul stench suddenly filled the room, and two half-dead enemies struggled desperately on the cross, trembling screams coming from their mouths.

"Zhang, you can let them go, they have already confessed!"

"Really?"

"Of course, they were scared."

"That's good, I don't have much time, I'm going back to rest now."