Shaida barely turned his neck to look around, and now he only wanted to know what kind of divine person was who could sneak behind him, a battle-hardened veteran, and stun all five of them.

Somali National Security Service?

CIA agents?

Or was the Ugandan peacekeepers so annoyed by the harassment that they sent elite troops to ambush them nearby and launch a counter-ambush against them?

Shaida was still thinking, a pair of black military police riot boots suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, Shaida subconsciously reluctantly raised his head, when he looked up and finally saw the other party's face, and that pair of familiar eyes, he couldn't help but be stunned.

The attacker with both latent and empty-handed fighting skills that can be called masters, and has yellow skin and black eyes that are too striking in this land, is of course Shi Shaoying!

Looking at the captive with a calm face, without showing a trace of nervousness, let alone the slightest fear, even Shi Shaoying's heart had a trace of respect. At that time, Shi Shaoying once cooperated with the armed police and foreign guards on the Chinese border line to ambush a group of terrorists composed of East Turkistan members and Afghan guerrillas.

It's clear that Shaida is that kind of person, and even the best of the group.

Shi Shaoying took out the foreign language translator from his pocket, entered a string of Chinese characters on it, pressed the translation button, and soon, an electronic synthesis voice that Shaida could understand reached his ears: "What's your name." ”

Shaida did not answer.

Shaida knows too well the interrogation techniques of special forces or professional agents, who will first ask inconsequential questions, and once the person on trial chooses to answer, this in itself represents timidity, a compromise made for fear of physical harm.

Shi Shaoying waited quietly for thirty seconds, and after making sure that Shaida would not answer, his face was calm, and he just pressed the repeat button, and the electronic synthesis voice reached everyone's ears again: "What's your name." ”

Shaida lay quietly on the ground and did not answer.

Shi Shaoying waited for another thirty seconds and pressed the translation button for the third time. "What's your name?"

Shaida remained unanswered.

"What's your name?"

When this sentence without the slightest mood swing reached his ears for the fourth time, Shaida simply closed his eyes.

Shi Shaoying didn't think it was a pestle at all, but every thirty seconds, he pressed the flip button again, and in five minutes, he took the trouble to repeat this kind of questioning that seemed meaningless ten times.

However, does this kind of inquiry really make no sense?!

Of course not!

Every time Shi Shaoying replayed that sentence, the four young terrorists behind them would involuntarily breathe heavily. Shi Shaoying now has the absolute power of life and death for them, he asked again and again, and was rejected by the most simply again and again, and no one knew how the flames of anger were burning and boiling under his seemingly calm expression.

The calmer he is, the greater the pressure on the people around him. However, it is clear that this kind of psychological step-by-step pressure tactic has no effect at all for a veteran like Ishada.

Shi Shaoying took out a box of needles from his pocket, which he had bought from a grocery store at an absolute slaughter price after walking back to Mogadishu on foot. In front of several apprentices, Shi Shaoying slowly stabbed a steel needle through the crack of his fingernail into Shaida's middle finger of his right hand.

The tip of the finger is the most sensitive position of human touch, not to mention a steel needle, usually even a small wooden thorn pierced into the fingernail will be unbearable, but Shaida didn't even snort. He just opened his eyes and looked at Shi Shaoying quietly with a sneering gaze, it was already at this time, he dared to provoke Shi Shaoying in turn!

Shi Shaoying took out a lighter and a candle from his pocket, and after lighting the candle, he bent down and put the flame of the candle under the steel needle that had most of it inserted into Shaida's middle finger, and slowly roasted it.

The tail of the silver-white steel needle, under the licking of the flames, raised a dark red, and soon the air came with the peculiar smell of burnt flesh, smelling this disgusting scorching smell, the young terrorist who had just expressed his determination to Shaida with a bayonet and wanted to make a contribution with the bayonet, his face was as white as paper, and his Adam's apple was constantly surging, and he was likely to vomit on the spot if he was stimulated at the slightest moment. The terrorist beside him closed his eyes tightly, not daring to look at what was happening in front of him.

But the other two companions bit their lips tightly, and their faces showed a sense of Somali tenacity and unyieldingness.

All this did not escape Shi Shaoying's eyes, the same rice raises a hundred kinds of people, and there is nothing wrong with applying this law to terrorists. Not all terrorists can see death as if they were at home, and not all terrorists have the courage to carry out suicide attacks with explosives strapped to their bodies.

The terrible high temperature used the steel needle as a conductor, and pierced directly into Shaida's body, and people who have not experienced all this can never imagine that the intense stimulation that is so strong that it exceeds the limit of human tolerance, at a speed of one hundred and thirty meters per second, pierced directly into Shaida's cranial nerves What terrifying pain it brought him. 、

The pupils of Shaida's eyes were constantly contracting, the muscles of his whole body were subconsciously tensed together, and the sweat of beans soaked Shaida's whole body for the first time, and it was at this time that Shaida suddenly turned his head, looked in the direction of the holy Mecca, and began to recite the most sacred truth in their hearts in a strange rhythm.

"Faith has no Lord but Allah, and Muhammad is the Messenger of Allah and will be rewarded with eternal entry into Paradise on the Day of Judgment." For Allah says that those who believe and do good deeds are the inhabitants of Paradise, and they shall abide in it forever. ”

"Those who do not believe in 'there is no Lord but Allah and Muhammad is the Messenger of Allah after death or non-Muslims will forever lose their chance to enter Paradise and will be burned at the stake. For Allah says: Whoever seeks another religion instead of Islam will never accept the religion he seeks, and he will be disadvantaged in the Hereafter. And as he said, those who did not believe while on earth and who did not believe at the end of their death will not be accepted, even if they atone for their sins with the gold of the earth. Such people will be punished with a painful punishment, and they will not have any helper. ”

"The value of this life compared to the Hereafter is like putting your hand in the water and pulling out what you can take away."

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Paragraph by paragraph, slowly read out from Shaida's mouth, the orange candle flame is still licking at the tail of the steel needle, and the middle part of the steel needle has even gradually produced the unique blue color of the steel tempering, in the face of the continuous pain that has exceeded the limit of human suffering, under the impossible circumstances, Shaida actually regained her calm. Reading and reading, I don't know when, a calm smile appeared on his face that made normal people look like they would only shudder.

A steel needle was inserted between his fingers, and the end of the steel needle was being scorched by candle flames, which was no worse than the most common burning in TV dramas, but Shaida was laughing at the pain she suffered! At this time, he seemed to have really received the favor and protection of a certain god in the dark, allowing him to use his spirit and faith to completely defeat the damage given to him by Shi Shaoying.

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