"I want to ask you a question before you go into the little room." For the first time, Tianyan's voice lost its previous composure, replaced by hesitation and uneasiness, and the "he" formed by retinal projection looked at the various torture instruments placed on Albert's trolley and asked, "Why do you have such a big prejudice against black people?" Even at the expense of using the cursed Soman gas? ”

"What's so strange about that?" Albert picked up a sharp thin knife, carefully smeared it with chili pepper water, and put it back in his heart when he was satisfied, and when he talked about the problem of black people, Albert's heart was like swallowing a dirty fly, "If I am not white, but yellow, I would also look down on black people, this is not the so-called ass deciding the head, but the disgust engraved in the genes." ”

Chong Bo and Mobutu were in the same small room, both blindfolded. Their panicked and uneasy expressions can be seen through the glass, indicating that these two guys are on the verge of a collapse in their mental defenses. Albert was satisfied with the state of the two of them at this time, which reminded him of the restless girl who held his hand in his previous life.

"Tianyan, maybe you don't know, in my last life, I studied at a university in Guangfu City, and that place can be said to be a paradise for black stowaways, as long as they smuggle into China and destroy all their identity information such as passports, they can settle in Guangfu as black households that cannot be repatriated. Don't talk to me about racial equality, in my eyes they are an out-and-out inferior race. Especially if your good friend has almost been dragged into an alley and sexually assaulted by a black man, that hatred will be engraved in your bones and linger. ”

Albert remembered that when he was still Chen Mu, he witnessed the female friend who had a good impression of being dragged into the alley by several black people, and he was directly on the side of the road to pick up the bricks and rush up, of course, the action was tragic, the consequences were tragic, Albert who was invincible with both fists and four feet lay in the hospital for more than a week, and those blacks were never caught.

As for Mobutu in front of him, Albert didn't want this guy to live at all, as the three most famous tyrants in Africa in the future, he is called the three tyrants of Africa along with Bokassa of the Central African Empire and Amin of Uganda. The inhumane thing about cooking babies sounds outrageous, and all Albert does is do harm to the people.

"Alright, I'm going in." Victor on the side helped his boss open the door with a complicated expression, Albert said thank you, and then pushed the trolley inside. The sound of the wheels spinning continued until the two hateful fellows came to an abrupt end.

Albert removed their blindfolds and threw them on the ground, watching them silently. After the guys got used to the dim light here, he asked gentlemanly, "Can you start?" ”

Chong Bo bit his lip and did not speak, while Mobutu shook his head in panic and shouted in French, "Don't kill me, I don't know anything." ”

"It's okay, I'm not going to kill you. Just want you to know that sometimes it's a very comfortable thing to die. Albert picked up the pliers and carefully clamped Mobutu's nails as he said, "Human nails are covered with dense nerves, and it is a painful thing to forcibly peel them off, like this. ”

Albert slammed his strength, and the nail of Mobutu's thumb was cut in half by Albert, and Mobutu's mournful wail made Chong Bo shiver. He looked at Mobutu, who was grinning in pain, and at Albert, whose face was unwavering and even the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and in the dim light, Chong Bo felt that this guy was like an elegant demon from hell.

Albert dropped the other half of his nails from the pliers, put them down, put on his blood-stained apron, and explained as he tied the group suit, "It might be a little bloodier next, so you have to be patient." He picked up the electric bone saw, turned on the switch, and the sharp serrated blade turned, with a cacophony of noises, slowly approaching Mobutu's face. Albert still had the leisure to explain to him the purpose of this killing tool, "The bone saw is the best tool for torture, because it can easily cut off any part of your body, and I can cut off your balls and stuff them in your mouth if you like." ”

This is the torture method that Albert learned from Kidi and ISIS, and these two men will disappear sooner or later, and for these two brutes, waterboarding is already merciful torture.

Just as the bonesaw was about to slide towards Mobutu's balls, Chong Bo, who was sitting on the side, finally collapsed, and this visual impact tormented his mental defense, and he yelled at Albert, saying incoherently, "I say, I'll say anything!" ”

"Shut up, you traitor!" Mobutu threatened Chongbo, "The people of the organization will not let you go." ”

Chong Bo also replied without inferiority, "Go to the organization of **, Lao Tzu wants to live more." ”

Albert finally pressed the switch and stopped the machine, stared at Chong Bo with interest, raised the chainsaw in his hand, and asked, "What else do you have to explain?" ”

"I'll give you everything, about our organization, the number of people, as long as you let us go." Covered in cold sweat, Albert's methods were a visual torture for him, and he didn't want to become like Mobutu and cut into pieces.

Albert didn't eat a set, he shrugged his shoulders and said, "But I don't really want to hear what you say, Victor!" ”

"Boss." Victor, who was standing on the side, walked over. He couldn't bear such a bloody torture scene, and at the same time, he also had a firm belief in his heart, that is, a prisoner of war who would never be the boss was simply inhumane.

"Kill Mr. Chongbo." Albert said lightly.

"What? Boss, do you mean it really? Albert's words startled Victor, wondering if the boss had taken the wrong script, but these two guys had to work hard to get them back, and they were going to be killed before the information was taken out?

"Don't kill me, I can really give you information." Chong Bo finally realized that Albert was not joking, and he quickly told him what he knew.

"These people are headquartered in a small village in Kasai, and they are bringing in a batch of weapons to try to rebel, really, including explosives and ......"

Before Chong Bo finished speaking, Albert snatched the gun from Victor's hand and shot him in the head, with a loud "bang", under the close range of fire, Chong Bo's head was blasted out of a big hole, and his brain splattered on the wall behind him. The future head of the Congo in Africa died at the hands of Albert's gun.

"Really, if you don't die, you won't die. Obediently shut your mouth and don't speak, I can consider letting you go. Albert returned the pistol to Victor, turned around and picked up the bonesaw unhurriedly, turned the switch back on, and motioned, "Mr. Chongbo, now we can continue?" ”

It seemed that it was only after a battle between heaven and man in his mind that Mobutu opened his mouth to admit it, and he endured the pain in his fingers and said, "Whatever you want to know, I will say everything, everything about the rebel group you want to know, I just ask you to give me a little pleasure." ”

"I like your attitude." Unlike the direct killing of Chong Bo just now, this time Albert obediently put down the torture equipment to listen to Mobutu's words, and then Mobutu explained everything about the National Revolutionary Front, including the stronghold, the number of high-level people, and the contact information. Albert was a little surprised that there was such a huge anti-colonial network lurking under his nose.

There is a way to defend day and night, and guerrilla warfare is difficult to prevent. Once this group of people has formed a climate, it will take more effort and less effect to clean it up.

"I'm glad that Mr. Mobutu can be honest with us, and now I want to trouble you with one more thing." Albert smiled and said, "Now that you know where the base camp is, I would like Mr. Mobutu to go in with a bomb and personally kill the top brass of the National Revolutionary Front." ”

"You bastard!" Mobutu tried to break free from the rope and rushed up to beat Albert hard, "You already know why you didn't let me go?" ”

"It's nothing, it's just fun." Albert shrugged indifferently, "Either you lead the way, or I'll wait to put your family's corpses in front of you, choose one of the two." ”

The first paragraph of the handbook states that it is most effective to threaten the victim with family members to tell the secret. He can not care about himself, but he will definitely consider the feelings of his family and friends.

"Yes, I do." Mobutu agreed to Albert in a dejected manner, and after he calmed down and thought about it, he knew that it was impossible for the demon in front of him to let him go, and his family could only live after agreeing to his conditions.

"Good." Albert wiped away the pungent smell of blood from his hands with a clean towel, then turned to Victor and said, "Treat Mr. Mobutu well, and I'm going to meet the spy from South Africa for a while." ”