The two Russians looked to be in their fifties and sixties, though their hair was gray and their foreheads were wrinkled. But a pair of eyes are bright, not old at all, and their backs are not crooked, and both of them are in the same black suit.

The man standing to the right of Yang Mingyun was tall, weighing probably one hundred and thirty kilograms, with a pair of maroon pupils that seemed to be burning under his long gray eyebrows, and a thin belt with a baton wrapped around his right arm.

Yang Mingjun couldn't remember which photo he had seen him in. He was once the deputy head of the Death Penalty Execution Bureau in Soviet Russia, named Valentin? Sergeyevich? Valentikov. Of course, it looks much older now than the photos of the active duty era more than twenty years ago.

The man standing next to Varentin had blue-gray eyes and was about the same height as the average Russian.

The guys on the left and right sides of Valentin who seemed to be himself all looked fierce and vicious. Both of them are also dressed in fashionable dark suits.

Only then did Yang Mingyun see that he was stripped naked and tied to a chair welded with iron pipes. It is tied with a strong cable, which is less likely to break than an iron chain.

At this time, Yang Mingyun was covered with scaly wounds, especially his right ribs and left leg were inserted by fragments of rockets, and later it seemed that someone cut the wound and took it out, and the wound was stitched with silk threads. However, Yang Mingyun's tough ** is no longer bleeding.

"Do you know, we were happily eating dinner, and you knocked you in, it's so rude!" The skinny man in his forties on the right said that he himself — whose accent revealed that he was North Korean — said fiercely.

Yang Mingyun snorted a few times to reply.

"You have killed a lot of us, I have to pay you a good salute, Mr. Yang Mingyun! But there's no point in killing you all at once. The muscular man on the left said as he tore the cellophane of the cigar and put it in his mouth.

Yang Mingyun felt that there seemed to be two or three people behind him, perhaps the thugs of the torture.

"You seem to be a tough guy, we need to be close. If it's a soft egg that falls down after a few hits, it will be too disappointing. The North Korean on the right said.

Valentin stepped forward, knocked Yang Mingyun's forehead with a baton, and asked in a blunt voice, "Which organization are you from?" If you can tell you all about your organization, we can spare you the death penalty. ”

"My profession is a Chinese correspondent for American magazines of guns, airplanes and automobiles." Yang Mingyun replied.

"Nonsense! If you are really a journalist, why can you break through one trap after another and break here? Valentin said coldly.

"It's all driven by curiosity. You can't be a journalist without a strong sense of curiosity. ”

"It seems that if I don't give you a little bit of power, you won't tell the truth!" A hideous smile appeared on Valentin's face, and he took a few steps back and waved his hand.

A big man in a combat uniform turned to the front of Yang Mingyun, only to see him holding a leather whip with steel tips in his hand, and a sadistic smile on the corner of his mouth, "Hurry up!" It's useless to charge a good man. As long as it falls into our hands, no one can hold on to the end. As he spoke, he waved his whip. Yang Mingjun struggled to dodge the blow, but did not make it. Because he was tied to an iron chair that was fixed to the concrete floor.

I felt a burning pain in my upper shoulder, and the impact on my internal organs caused vomiting, bleeding from the broken skin of my upper shoulder, and my upper arm seemed to be detached from my body, and my liver was in terrible pain.

"Don't even snort, count yourself as a kind, but see how hard you can get. Say it! The big man said and raised his whip again.

"I'll be honest, I don't have an organization, I'm a lone professional killer, let me join your organization." Yang Mingyun groaned and squeezed out a trace of sound.

"You're fucking hard-mouthed!" Syllable! A whip was whipped on Yang Mingyun's right shoulder. Yang Mingyun couldn't bear the pain anymore, and spit out gastric juice mixed with bile.

The big man jumped back, dodging the dirty stuff that Yang Mingyun spit out, "Stinks to death!" However, you can be considered a good man, if you are an ordinary fellow, you will pass out with just one whip. ”

The cruel smile on the corner of the other party's mouth increased a few points. The third whip fell on the waist. beat Yang Mingyun to death.

A bucket of ice water splashed on Yang Mingyun's body, and the sharp pain in his heart made Yang Mingyun wake up, and he couldn't help screaming: "Stop!" ”

"Okay, okay, you kid finally want to tell the truth." Valentin smirked.

"I'm from the Intelligence Bureau of the Ministry of Finance." Yang Mingyun groaned. The wounds on his body sent out bursts of piercing pain, but they were nothing compared to the unbearable pain of his internal organs just now.

"Don't lie!" Valentin was furious, "We have a copy of the roster of the Intelligence Directorate of the Ministry of Finance, and we also have the secret roster of the secret agents, and there is no your name in it, and there is no photo of you. If you waste any more time, beware of peeling the oil off your body alive to make soap. As he spoke, he slapped Yang Mingyun's face with his baton.

"I didn't lie this time. I did it for the Intelligence Bureau of the Ministry of Finance only for money. Also, I am not a regular clerk, but I am only accepting this commission. I don't have to be loyal to the CIA. Yang Mingyun shouted.

"Delegate?"

"That's right! It's a commission. Not with the Intelligence Directorate of the Ministry of Finance itself, but with the Minister of Finance personally. So I can't find my name in the name book. My remuneration is paid out of the Minister's Confidential Fee. Yang Mingyun pretended to be serious and said.

"Is what you're saying true?"

"If you don't believe me, just ask the Minister of Finance and you'll find out." Yang Mingyun wanted to delay as much time as possible, and then find an opportunity to escape.

"Finance Minister Yang Shuoming? He's your father, isn't he? Warenjing stared at Yang Mingyun and suddenly shouted loudly.

"Yes." Yang Mingyun replied dejectedly.

"I should have seen that you have a lot in common with him." "But we didn't know that he had a son like you." ”

"I don't know how many siblings I have." Yang Mingyun smiled bitterly and said, "We are all his tools. ”

"Tools? Why? Valentin asked a little strangely.

"He had many women, and each one of them left offspring for him." Yang Mingyun said hatefully, "He will let these children grow up according to each child's talent, and then become his helper." I was one of those children. ”

"It seems that you don't like what your father has done for you! Ha ha! Valentin sneered, "What task did you receive from the minister?" ”

"He told me to go to Liu Yunshan, saying that in this way, the enemy would come to kill me, and he told me to take the opportunity to find out the enemy's lair, but I didn't expect that I was too deep, this is my mistake." Yang Mingjun replied.

"Yes. You're just a pathfinder pawn. However, whether you are really a lackey of the Intelligence Agency of the Ministry of Finance, we will not easily believe it. Valentin said.

"Believe it or not. Anyway, I don't want to work for the Intelligence Bureau of the Ministry of Finance for a few small bucks anymore. Yang Mingyun pursed his lips.

"Don't pretend to be garlic! Even if you're from the Intelligence Bureau of the Ministry of Finance. So, I ask you, how much does the Intelligence Directorate of the Treasury really know about our situation? The North Korean asked.

"I didn't know anything, so I was called to scout."

"Stubborn guy! Damn, you kid really want to die that much? ”

"Alright," Valentin began, "let's show this dog the joy of being alive first." Let him understand what true communalism is, so that he will feel that stubbornness is stupid, and he will take the initiative to say it all. What we have is time. ”

"But he's Yang Shuoming's son......"

"It doesn't matter, anyway, in some time, his father will disappear from this world along with the Chinese political axe."

Hearing this, Yang Mingyun was shocked, but he still had a dejected expression on his face.

"Understood." The thug leader bowed his head.

Valentin and the others left the room.

The two thugs behind him turned to the big man standing in front of Yang Mingyun. One of the thugs suggested, "Before we let him visit our park, it's best to show him the torture chamber." ”

The other two agreed. They handcuffed Yang Mingyun's hands behind his back and tied an iron chain around each of Yang Mingyun's feet and neck, and carried an iron ball weighing 30 kilograms on the chain. Then, untie the cable that tied Yang Mingyun.

"Stand up!" The big man ordered Yang Mingyun, and at the same time gently whipped Yang Mingyun's back with a whip. Yang Mingyun almost jumped up in pain, and it seemed that he also had injuries on his back. Another thug pressed a switch on the right wall.

The motor and oil pump hummed into action, and the cement wall in front of Yang Mingyun slowly slid from left to right, revealing a room with lights that automatically lit up.

"There's a power plant in this base. You can't run out of electricity. One of the thugs boasted, "All right, let's go!" He kicked Yang Mingyun's buttocks, who was naked.

Yang Mingyun dragged the heavy iron ball into the torture room. The interior floor is tiled to make it easier to wash away the blood. There are guillotines, chainsaws, ovens, cauldrons full of oil for cooking, iron virgins with countless steel nails on the inside, funnels for waterboarding, and pulleys for hanging people upside down.

A dozen people turned on the switch of the chainsaw, pretending to push Yang Mingyun to the fast-spinning chainsaw to stop the waist and cut it off. Yang Mingyun deliberately made a very frightened appearance and shouted, which made the three thugs very happy.

Yang Mingyun was then lifted onto a flatbed truck that appeared to be used to carry the body, and the thugs pushed the flatbed into a winding tunnel. Along the way, after many guards checked, I finally came to a large steel door with a combination lock.

Upon entering, inside is an extremely spacious underground plaza. Huge spotlights that resemble artificial suns illuminate the ground as bright as day.

The scene before him was exactly the same as that portrayed in March's confession. In the center of the square, there is a 50-meter-square heated bath, surrounded by lush tropical forest plants, many coconut leaves, and dotted with small thatched houses on the roof.

It's very warm underground, but it's dry, and maybe there's an air dehumidifier running. There was a faint smell of Daxu wafting through the air.

In the hot tub there are many large dining tables with delicious food and wine on the tables. Nearly 300 killers, all stripped naked, while enjoying the good wine and watching, while playing with the women, they were playing in the bath, or lying on the dry grass on the artificial floor to have fun, and there were a dozen people in a pile, men and women head to foot, in a circle, a scene of chaotic love.

The men and women here were completely deprived of shame by Da Xu, and they didn't even look at Yang Mingyun and the three thugs who walked in.

Yang Mingyun dragged the heavy steel ball, along the artificial rock wall, and his butt was kicked by the thugs one after another, stumbling and walking. In front of the left hand side of the door, there is an iron cage. The iron cage is very narrow, and after a person enters, he can't move at will, not to mention that the iron railing is also covered with dense steel needles inward.

"Get in!" The big man in the thug commanded.

As soon as Yang Mingyun hesitated, he was whipped on his back and had to enter the cage.

"Turn around!"

Yang Mingyun turned around while being careful not to let the steel needle pierce. A thug threw the chain around Yang Mingyun's foot and neck, along with the iron ball, into the cage.

With a bang, the iron door covered with steel needles was shut. A thug hung a large lock on the door.

Although it was very warm underground, Yang Mingyun had goosebumps. He had to stand motionless. If you are tired or dozing off, the steel needle on the inside of the cage will dig into the flesh. Yang Mingjun was worried that he would not be able to stand for a few hours.

"Listen, everyone!" The big man shouted to the killers who were intoxicated by Da Xu: "This guy is a bastard who has come to destroy our paradise!" Come on! Come up and humiliate him! ”

"Kill him!" Several men hugged the women and yelled.

"No! Don't kill him! It's not time to kill him yet. It's an order, you know? ”

"Got it."

"Okay, be careful not to kill him, just insult, do you understand?" The big man said emphatically again.

After saying that, the three thugs dragged out a woman from a group of men and women in a circle, and quickly vented. It seems that he was too excited because of the torture just now. After venting, the thugs left.

Yang Mingyun carefully observed this "underground paradise", his hands still handcuffed behind his back. When observing, you can only turn your body slowly, otherwise you will be pricked by the steel needle.

A dozen men and women seemed to have had enough of playing at this time, and they separated and walked towards the iron cage. Several of the men tore off the thick fleshy leaves of the Thousand Hand Orchid. The leaves of this plant are similar in appearance to palm leaves, but they are much thicker and have tips as sharp as needles.

"You're a bastard? How dare you come and destroy our paradise! A man shouted.

"It's not! I just wanted to join in and I was caught. Yang Mingyun argued.

The killers didn't seem to know that Yang Mingyun had killed several of their companions, and no one felt the horror of death.

"Humph! It's the same anyway, anyway, if we ask us to look good, we'll just do it. ”

"Spare me!" Yang Mingyun pretended to be pitiful and pleaded.

"What,! Only that thing is still like that, and of course, it's in good health. A beautiful girl whose childishness had not yet subsided snatched the leaves of the thousand-handed orchid from the hand of the man next to her.

With a cruel smile on her beautiful face, she put a thousand hand leaves into the cage and stabbed Yang Mingyun in the lower abdomen with a sharp tip like a steel needle.

Yang Mingyun wanted to jump back, but his back was on the tip of the needle on the cage, so he had to stand still and let the hard leaf tip pierce into the flesh.

Yang Mingyun has been hard workout, and there is only a little blood flowing out of his tough skin, which has not yet reached the point of blood flowing, but he still snorts in pain.

"Stabb him!" The rest of the men and women also shouted loudly, and tied Yang Mingyun with the tips of the leaves. Yang Mingyun was sweating all over his body, trying his best to endure the pain. If you can be physically active, you may feel better.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Mingyun's whole body was stabbed with blood, and the men and women became even more excited when they saw the blood. It's getting harder. Yang Mingyun's mind gradually became hazy. He struggled to concentrate what little consciousness he had left so that he wouldn't fall. At this moment, Yang Mingyun had an incredible feeling: every time he was pricked by the tip of the leaf, he would feel a burst of pleasure of being abused. This phenomenon is similar to the feeling of acupuncture, which feels hot at first, but becomes comfortable when you get used to it.

Yang Mingjun tried to keep himself conscious. What appeared in front of me was a man's trance-like expression. The man was pressing a woman with her back against an iron cage, and she was happy upside down.

When Yang Mingyun saw a shining hairpin on the woman's leaning back, his whole body suddenly became tense.

Although his hands were handcuffed behind his back, this could not help Yang Mingyun. He first removed the knuckles of his upper hand, and then his upper wrist was withdrawn from the unilateral handcuffs. In this way, the handcuffs are hung from the right wrist.

He then reworked the knuckles of his upper fingers and unwittingly pulled the hair clip from the woman's hair, carefully inserting the hair clip into the keyhole hanging from the outside of the cage while carefully not letting the steel needle on the inside of the cage get into his hand. The man and woman were just in front of the cage, and others couldn't see Yang Mingyun's movements.

It only took a few seconds for Yang Mingyun to open the lock. Then, pin the hairpin to your hair.

Handcuffs were hanging from his right wrist, and Yang Mingyun was waiting for the opportunity. After a while, the man and woman in front of the cage, who were climbing to the top of happiness, lay on the ground with their arms in their arms, rolling away from the cage.

Yang Mingyun took the opportunity to remove the lock, quietly pushed the cage door open, walked out, and then closed the door from the outside. Suddenly, the body that had been in a tense state for a long time involuntarily began to twitch.

Yang Mingyun sat down on the ground, leaning against the outside of the cage covered with steel needles, and only allowed his whole body to spasm.

At this time, if someone attacked, a woman could easily strangle Yang Mingyun.

Fortunately, the killers who were anesthetized by Da Xuan were no longer interested in Yang Mingyun. Some of them were exhausted from having sex for too long and fell asleep.

(To be continued)