It is a small room made entirely of steel. The high-powered tungsten lamp tinted the surrounding cool, silver-gray steel with a faint orange hue. But this does not bring the slightest warmth to this small room of less than 20 square meters, because this is the confinement room of the Dawning Town Guard. Not to mention that it's now in a makeshift guest interrogation room.

The only bed had been removed, and now there was only one table, two chairs, the high-powered tungsten lamp on the table, and two girls sitting on each of the chairs.

He Hanxue had a headache, a very headache. She questioned the elf in front of her for nearly 5 hours in various ways, and her mouth was dry, and she didn't let the other party say a word.

Now He Hanxue's patience has almost worn out, and she is ready to torture. Although she was in charge of communications and battlefield first aid when she was in the special service team, this does not mean that she will not use torture to extract confessions and other means, which is a level that every special forces has to pass before graduating from the training camp. She doesn't know much, but it's a big deal to use the routines of the instructors during the final assessment.

As for the psychological burden or anything, it is not at all. In He Hanxue's words: "If it weren't for the two blows of the old lady, she would have died in the infirmary last night!" ”

That's right, He Hanxue, who went to the infirmary to get painkillers for Shang Rafter, was blocked in the infirmary by one of Crazy San's time clones, and was almost shot in the head. Fortunately, He Hanxue still had two brushes, reacted quickly, dodged with tactical evasion actions, and after jumping out of the window and escaping from the infirmary, there was a shootout. In the end, he killed the mad three and survived.

And He Hanxue is a professional soldier and an elite soldier. Once you are in a state of war, there is no distinction between old people, women, children, etc., as long as you have a weapon in your hand, a creature that can pose a threat to yourself or your comrades, it is all an enemy that can be killed in the first place.

Therefore, the girl in front of me, who looks to be only sixteen or seventeen years old and is still a minor, has no human rights at all. Although she was a prisoner of war, it was a pity that the preferential treatment of prisoners of war was not in force at this time. Why? It's very simple, you're not human at all, so why should I talk to you about human rights?

Hum! It's not because I almost got a headshot, and now I'm here to announce my personal vendetta!

-- Temporary interrogation room door --

"Lord Admiral!"

"Admiral!"

The utopian and Xiangye, who were in charge of standing guard, stood up and saluted the funeral rafters.

"The Utopian-class destroyer!" The mourning rafters suddenly roared.

“…… Arrive! The fantasy was stunned for a moment, but he still stepped forward and made up, after all, the wartime regulations have not been lifted yet.

The mourning rafters continued to shout the command: "Backwards...... Turn! ”

The obedient turned around and turned his back to the mourning rafters.

"Smack!"

The mourning rafters slapped on the buttocks of the fantasy Xiao Qiao (meow~).

"Whew!" The fantasy who was beaten in the ass for some reason exclaimed, covered the butt of the beaten side, turned his head to look at the mourning rafters and asked aggrievedly: "Why is the Admiral playing fantasy?" ”

"It's none of my business, Shang Rafter told me to fight. He said that it was a small punishment for you to fake a fall, who made you rush too fast and crash into an aerial bomb and break it directly? The mourning rafter shaved the flesh between his teeth to show that it was not what he meant.

By the way, at the strong request of the business rafters, on the way here, the mourning rafters ate the half-gnawed broken arm like swallowing dates.

You read that right, the fantasy was not beaten by madness, but because this little girl ran too fast and hit an aerial bomb dropped by a deep-sea habitat ship, and was blown up by her own people......

At that time, he almost didn't scare the rafter to death. If it weren't for the mourning rafters controlling the body, the merchant rafters would have shouted, "You go!" I'm going to be a schoolboy like you." This fancy fake fall is really incredible, and anyone with a bad heart can be angry to death. Looking at such a fucking picture, Shang Rafter had an idea at the time: I was also drunk after being blown up by my own people or something.

Knowing that he had fallen too fake, he decisively admitted his mistake: "Lord Admiral's fantasy is wrong." I'll pay attention to the top of my head next time! ”

The mourning rafter touched his fantasy little head as Shang Rafter said, and said noncommittally: "Well, open the door." "For fantasy without fake falls, don't say that the business rafters don't believe it, and even the mourning rafters think it's impossible?

Separated by a 50-centimeter-thick solid steel door, the conversation between the mourning rafters and fantasy could not be transmitted to the inside of the temporary interrogation room, and after the door was closed, it could only be opened from the outside.

Therefore, He Hanxue, who had just stood up to get ready, finished moving his muscles and bones, and was going to give Kurumi an appetizer, was interrupted.

"What do you want to do with my reserves?"

The mourning rafters rushed up to push He Hanxue away, their slightly narrowed blood-red eyes flashing with a dangerous light.

In fact, He Hanxue really didn't plan to do anything, the appetizers were just very simple to exert psychological pressure. She just walked up behind Kurumi and bent over to put her pointed chin on Kurumi's bare-skinned shoulder, whispering in her ear all the torture methods she was going to use next.

However, from the perspective of the mourning rafters, He Hanxue's action has become in every sense that she wants to tear off a piece of fresh and delicious flesh and blood from her reserve grain.

As for what you say, He Hanxue is not a mourning rafter, and he definitely won't eat human flesh?

Well, everyone knows about it, absolutely not!

But the mourning rafters don't think so.

You know, attacking from behind the prey and biting the flesh from the major artery in the prey's neck is a natural attack action for zombies.

From here, you can not only eat delicious human flesh, but also drink the hot blood that spurts out of the main arteries, and you can make the prey weak with the fastest bloodletting.

So, the mourning rafters directly regarded He Hanxue as a thief who was about to steal his reserves, just pushing it away and not biting anyone, which was already very restrained.

"It's good that this guy just filled his stomach, otherwise it would be strange that the captain of the gendarmerie with this tendon would not have been bitten alive." Shang Rafter silently breathed a sigh of relief, just now he was ready to let the mourning rafter be forced offline.

"Hiss~ Pain, pain, pain!" He Hanxue, who was vigorously pushed away by the mourning rafters and hit the steel wall, rubbed her shoulders with bared teeth, and asked loudly angrily: "What are you doing!" ”

"She! It's mine! The domineering fingers of the mourning rafters were sturdy and sturdy with welded steel bars bound to the chair, and the crazy three announced the ownership, then pointed at the angry He Hanxue, and then pointed to the door of the two little heads, and let out a mustachioed Führer's angry roar: "You! Get out! ”