"Carry it away!" At the sound of an order, the unconscious mad dog was carried out by two men in black.

Yang Fan watched them leave step by step, walked out of the gate, and finally disappeared around the corner, he thought, maybe this unyielding man would end up being directly abandoned in the barren mountains and forests like Zhou Ling.

After all, for those who are about to die, just like the dead, there is never any use value.

"Bring everyone into the cell and get ready to start taking turns interrogating!"

Escorted by the man in black, all the captives returned to their rooms to await the upcoming torture.

Yuan Dafei walked to the middle of the crowd, looked around, and shouted in a righteous and awe-inspiring tone: "The instructor used his own actions to tell us what the real special forces are, I hope each of us can be proud of this and ......"

Before he finished speaking, the iron door was opened, and several black-clothed people took the photos in their hands, compared them one by one, and escorted all the three squad leaders who were with the team out this time, and after the iron door was tightly closed, Yuan Dafei's voice could still be heard coming back.

"You must hold on to ......"

Everyone knows that what Yuan Dafei said undoubtedly expresses the realistic meaning of preferring death to the unyielding, in order to allow them to keep their mouths shut in the next torture process and never reveal the slightest information that is unfavorable to the special forces.

However, now from the instructor to the squad leader, all have been tortured, and all that is left in the room are reservists, a group of recruit boys who have not grown all their hair, and their inner hesitation has always been secretly troubled.

No one spoke, each of them was immersed in the choice of fate, just as the boss of the man in black said, if you want to live, it's easy, if you want to die, it's not that simple, it's a difficult problem to choose, for them.

"Eh, Yang Fan, do you think we still have a chance to escape?" Zhao Jie walked to the corner and talked about the last moments with his good brother.

"Are you cowardly?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense, who am I, the pride of the sky, I don't care about such torture at all," it is not difficult to hear that Zhao Jie's voice is still a little weak, and his confidence is insufficient, he looked at his brother, "What about you?" ”

Yang Fan raised his head and stared at the incandescent lamp that was still on overhead, even he couldn't tell whether he was afraid or not, a strange feeling lingered in his mind, like two forces were playing, and the final winner had not yet been decided.

Perhaps, I will always be afraid.

It's just that you will always stick to the end.

"Zhao Jie, do you remember when we first met?"

"How can you forget that on the first day of first grade, I ran to the toilet with a stomachache, and after frantically excreting, I realized that I didn't have a tissue, and there was just someone in the cubicle next to me at that time, and that person was you."

"Uh-huh, go on."

"You gave me the only piece of tissue, and in the end I ran back to the classroom and brought you a new tissue," Zhao Jie looked at Yang Fan, his eyes gleeing with tears, "From that moment on, I recognized you as a brother." ”

Yang Fan smiled, "Don't be so sensual, crying and crying." ”

"You don't understand, how helpless I was at that time, you were like an angel who fell from the sky and gave me a tissue."

"Actually, that piece of tissue was picked up on the ground, I hesitated for a long time and didn't dare to start, and finally ......"

Zhao Jie's face was gloomy, and he bumped into him, "You bastard, you have been hiding from me for more than ten years!" ”

"It's not very easy to speak, I feel a little disgusting when I think about it, I've really wronged you."

While the two of them were reminiscing about the past and frolicking, there were intermittent whippings, wheezing and screams from the next room, which lasted for about ten minutes until the iron door was opened again, and the three squad leaders were carried in by the men in black and thrown directly to the ground.

"Captain!"

Everyone gathered around and found that they were all red with blood, with many scars on their bodies, and their skin was open, lying on the ground unable to move, but they were still muttering in their mouths.

"Stick to ......"

Almost at the same time, the man in black took the three reservists for the first time according to the picture, and with the mental support of the others, they took a deep breath and took the heavy first step firmly.

Thus, the moment of torture belonging to the reservists finally came.

It wasn't long before the familiar sounds of whipping, gasps, and screams filled everyone's ears as a warning sign that they were about to doom the same fate.

No one knows when it will be their turn, so they can only pray that this moment will come later. Even if there is no escape, there is also a humble hope.

"Bang!"

The three reservists were thrown in again, and like several squad leaders, they were all unconscious, covered in bruises, and lying on the ground dying. However, their persistence won the silent admiration in everyone's hearts.

The next torture turned into a repetitive operation, taking three people, carrying back three people, taking three people back, and then carrying back three people...... They all hold on to their last line of defense, the most basic bottom line as a soldier.

When the torture was over again, there were only two people left who were carried back, and in everyone's surprised eyes, it was Qian Pei's figure who walked by, his body was intact, his face had a complicated expression, there was happiness, guilt, and a trace of incomprehensible things mixed in.

He stopped at the doorway, turned to face his former comrade, and bowed deeply.

"Qian Pei! You bastard! ! ”

"I'll blow you up!"

"You damn traitor!"

“……”

However, his behavior did not get any understanding, everyone who was still awake cursed in vulgar language, Zhu Tianli even rushed out, but was helplessly stopped by the man in black, and fell to the ground with a stick, Qian Pei disappeared from the sight of these people.

A man in black stood in front of Yang Fan, he couldn't help but be stunned, and took the initiative to walk out.

It was a solitary interrogation room, and he was the only one, also tied to a cross stake, with various torture instruments next to it, as if waiting to come in handy.

"Tell me, where is the training base of the Longyan Special Forces?"

"I don't know." He looked at the man in black in front of him and said calmly.

Regarding this question, Yang Fan did not know the answer, because it was a completely confidential matter, and every time he traveled, he would be blindfolded, and then he would take the truck around and around, and finally arrive at his destination without knowing anything.

It's just that even if he knew the answer, he wouldn't say.

"By the way, I forgot, the reservists don't know the answer to this question," the man in black patted his head and continued to ask, "How many instructors are there in the special forces, and who are they?" ”

Instructors are the pillars of Longyan's special forces, and each of them is a well-known existence, whether it is personal quality and ability, or the ability to lead troops in combat, it is the absolute world's top level. It can be said that those few people are completely nightmarish existences of the enemy.

Despite the names of the instructors, they are poorly known to the outside world, and with the exception of the mad dogs, who are often troublesome, the others hardly show up.

So far, Yang Fan has only seen four instructors, namely Master, Mad Dog, Ghost Bear and Laughing Tiger, and there is still one one named Zhi Gorilla who has not yet appeared, but the legend is also a very remarkable person.

A total of five instructors carried the banner of Longyan's special forces.

"I don't know."

"Then start praying!"

The thorn strip in the hand of the man in black flickered with a terrifying cold light under the light, and suddenly turned into a fierce poisonous snake, holding his head high, revealing a mouth full of fangs, biting Yang Fan at once, and the moment he touched the skin, he brought up blood flowers one after another, splashing in the air.

"Ahh

Yang Fan felt that his clothes were already soaked, clinging to his body, drooping heavily, he didn't know if it was sweat stains or blood that kept coming out.

"It's just the beginning, and we have to hold on to it until the end." He kept telling himself in his heart that no matter how difficult it was, he had to endure it.

The man in black stopped, he wiped the blood splashed on his face with his hand, spat at the captive, and asked again: "How many instructors are there in the special forces, and who are they?" ”

"I don't know."

"My patience is limited, so let's just speed things up."

The man in black put down the wattle in his hand and took out the red-hot soldering iron from the stove, which was still emitting white smoke.

Yang Fan couldn't help but swallow his saliva, watching every movement of the other party, the man in black slowly approached, every step seemed to be stepping on his heart, making a thumping sound, the muscles of his body instantly tensed, and his scalp began to numb.

"It's time to get serious." He gave himself a shot in advance and took a deep breath.

The soldering iron fell rapidly from mid-air, and before Yang Fan could react, it was deeply burned in his chest.

"W-"

A fire burned his flesh, pieces of iron embedded in his skin, and endless pain spread.

He struggled frantically, the cross stake behind him rattling; He threw his head up in the air and let out a heart-rending scream, again and again, and again and again, and screaming, and he could not find the right words to describe the pain, which he could only express and vent with a beastly roar.

"You asked for it, I'll ask again, do you know!?"

"I ...... I don't...... I don't know! The tone was resolute, without the slightest wavering.

The soldering iron on his chest pressed a few more minutes, Yang Fan only felt that his body was melting, life was constantly passing, and his consciousness was constantly disappearing with the passage of life, and finally the world returned to quiet.