When Fisher borrowed a basement as a temporary location, he closed the door under the pitiful and inquisitive eyes of the onlookers. Growing up in the new era, they have only seen this kind of legendary blatant torture to extract confessions in history books and political textbooks that criticize the backward culture of the empire. Today, I finally had the opportunity to observe, but it was the relatively kind units like the Special Administration Bureau (as opposed to several other units with the right to torture, such as anti-corruption, anti-narcotics, and so on), that they couldn't help but want to go up and have a look.

No matter how good-tempered Fisher was, he couldn't help but roll his eyes and pull the door open.

"What are you doing?! Get back to your place! The usually solemn director, who passed by the doorway, scratched his ears and cheeks as he watched his men crawl in a row and listen to the situation in the room.

As soon as they heard that the director had lost his temper, his subordinates immediately dispersed.

"The cup is coming, the cup is coming!" A small policeman came running up with a stack of glasses, his hat crooked to the side. As a result, I met the director of love, bah, and a blue face around the corner.

"You! Come here! The chief hooked his fingers at the little police officer with bruised tendons on his forehead, and the little police officer walked over tremblingly, the director picked up a cup, looked at it, and waved at the little police officer, "Go back to your post, what are you doing?" ”

If the little police officer was amnesty, he turned around and ran, not daring to gnaw.

The director looked left and right to make sure that there was no one, and while secretly admiring his acting skills comparable to that of an actor, he put the mouth of the glass on the door and leaned in to listen.

The other police officers in the surveillance city who saw this scene let out a disdainful "cut" in unison, and then switched the screen to the room, and all they saw was gray.

Fisher had already blackened the monitor with an eyepiece when he entered the door, and at this time everyone knew what he was doing anyway, according to the regulations of the Special Administration Bureau, he was comfortable with the monitor.

At the same time, it was also because everyone knew what the masters of the Special Administration Bureau were going to do, so the tools that Fisher needed had already been placed in the room. Or the legendary tools needed for torture. What buckets, tanks, pliers, tweezers, and even Fisher's head grinders, drills, chainsaws, and other mouth balls of unknown use, etc.

"Looking at the configuration, do they think it's "Angle Grinder Horror"?" Layla looked disapprovingly at the various tools on the table, "Did they misunderstand?" ”

Angela sat at the table, picked up a pastime magazine specially provided by the police for the torture of several people, flipped through it casually, and said, "Anla, Anla, this kind of thing can't be explained." ”

Layla pursed her lips and sat down on the table playing with her phone.

Fisher grabbed another chair as soon as he entered, resting his legs on the table, watching the news.

The main operator of the torture was Shin Xuan, who had the most visual impact, and the subject of the torture was now tied to a sliding chair that could be lowered on the back of a chair, his face pale and trembling.

"Let's start with waterboarding, and then we'll play something else. I'm pretty angry today, so let's play a little more. Fisher glanced up at the man in the suit, his suit had been pulled off, and his white shirt was soaked with sweat. Hearing Fisher's words, his teeth began to chatter up and down.

Shingen understood what Fisher meant, took a rope and tied the man's neck to the back of the chair, fixed his head, pushed it to the edge of the tank, and put the back of the chair down. Then he took a towel, put it over the man's face, looked at the buckets under his feet, one large and one small, and glanced back at Fisher.

Fisher didn't even look back, "If you want to play, play bigger, there is more time, and Angie can be saved anyway." Angela gestured with a hand raised.

After hearing this sentence, the man in the suit may be called by now, and the man in the shirt finally can't help but struggle, which is good news in a way. However, with a rope around his neck and a bear's paw on his face, he struggled at all, and his hands and feet held in handcuffs collided with the steel pipe on the side of the chair.

Shingen began to pour water. After a bucket of water, he took the towel away, and the man in the shirt spat out the choked water, and said inarticulately: "I said, I said." ”

Fisher continued to scroll through the circle of friends, "I didn't even ask you, what did you say." ”

"I, ahem, I'll say everything." The man in the shirt was trying to breathe, and the water just now brought him the feeling of being tied to a brick and sinking into the sea, a frightening feeling of suffocation.

"Don't listen~" Fisher didn't raise his head.

Shin Hyun saw that the man in the shirt was about to catch his breath, put the towel on his face again, and began to pour a second bucket of water, completely ignoring the other party's struggles.

The second bucket of water went down, and the uncontrollable physiological reaction made the man in the shirt grind the handpicked hands and feet with blood marks.

"Ahem, ahem, I, I'll say ......" Uncovering the towel, the man in the shirt began to cough water, and Shingen punched him in the chest with a kind look, causing the water that the man in the shirt was choking out to flow into his stomach, interrupting his words.

Fisher threw his phone on the table in dissatisfaction, "You talk a lot! Big guy, mouth ball. Angela looked up and reached out to touch Fisher's head, Fisher took her hand and kissed her gently, "Don't worry, I didn't have this kind of experience back then, so I especially wanted to try it to see what effect it would have." ”

Shin Hyun took the mouth ball, and the man in the shirt clenched his toothless gums tightly. Shingen didn't want to use his hand to pull it, so he casually removed his jaw, stuffed the mouth ball in, tied it, and then attached his jaw.

The man in the suit turned pale in pain, feeling that he was really going to die, and he collapsed on the sliding chair, as if he had lost his struggle.

"That's good!" Fisher walked over with a happy face and picked up his phone to take pictures. The camera was deliberately turned on by him to the maximum, and the man in the shirt who heard the sound suddenly began to struggle, and a whimper of unknown meaning came out of his mouth with a ball.

"Ouch, dare you stare at me?" The man in the shirt burst into tears, thinking to himself where I dare. "Then I'll post it on the Federation's largest intelligence exchange website and earn some experience with water stickers." As he spoke, he turned around and walked back, turning his phone with his index finger, just like spinning a basketball.

The man in the shirt really doesn't want to live anymore.

When the towel was taken away, some of the water overflowed from his mouth and some of it came out of his nose because the ball in his mouth restricted his coughing. The whole nasal cavity is hot and painful. He didn't care about being choked uncomfortably, and let out a series of voices of different tones.

Shin Hyun looked at him and asked, "Want to talk?" ”

The man in the shirt continued to whine, nodding.

Shingen turned back to Fisher and asked, "He wants to speak." ”

Fisher waved his hand, "I don't want to hear it." Then he picked up a bottle of anti-wolf spray on the table and threw it over.

Shin Hyun took the anti-wolf spray, tore off the bottle with his hand, and poured all the bottles on the towel. Throwing the bottle away, he pressed the towel on the shirt man's face, and the shirt man's body, which had lost its strength, struggled violently again, and his neck was bleeding from the rope. After waiting for a while, Shingen began to pour water.

This bucket of water went down, and the man in the suit was already delirious.

Angela touched Fisher's hand with some worry, Fisher nodded at her, Angela sat back relaxed, took out a stitch, walked over and tied it to the shirt man's neck, and pushed it by an eighth. Angela wasn't worried about the shirt man, but worried that such an approach would expand the dark side of Fisher's heart, but fortunately Fisher stopped it in time.

He walked over to pick up the open ball, watched the man in the shirt cough up water, slowly regained his senses, and a pair of irritated red eyes gathered fear again.

Fisher looked at each other condescendingly, and then said slowly, "I'm going to ask a question, you think about it." ”

The man in the shirt nodded in horror.

"Who are you, where do you come from, and where are you going?"

"Huh?" The shirt-clad man's eyes widened and he hesitated. However, when he was washed by the anti-wolf spray, his eyes were very swollen.

"Don't want to say? Layla! Bring the angle grinder, and I'll give him a polished skin. Fisher turned to Layla, who was playing with her phone, and shouted.

"Don't, I'm, my name is Ansel, I'm from Bermuda, hired to come and deliver information to you." The man in the shirt, who called himself Ansel, hurriedly replied. He was afraid that Fisher would have plastic surgery as soon as he opened the light.

Hearing the words "Bermuda", several people from the Special Administration looked at each other. When the Federation was not yet independent, it was once an island for exiles from the Empire, and when the Federation became independent, it was a common penal colony for the Empire and the Federation. There are always great people in the world, and there are also exiled prisoners. However, there are powerful people who lead a group of exiled prisoners to forcibly build a city in barren Bermuda to fight against all kinds of local wild beasts. This is an inspirational story after all, the empire admires courage, and the Federation is no exception, so it acquiesces in the existence of the city-state of Bermuda, and no longer uses the island of Bermuda as a place of exile, but makes it clear that the people of the city-state of Bermuda are never allowed to return to the mainland. The inhabitants of the city-state of Bermuda will no longer be prosecuted for their crimes.

So the city-state of Bermuda also became an option for desperate wanted criminals, go, never return to the mainland, but no one will ever arrest you.

However, after that, the Empire and the Confederation also reintroduced the death penalty.

The inhabitants of Bermuda do not come to the mainland easily, just as the inhabitants of the mainland do not choose Bermuda at will.

Fisher turned and pondered. Obviously he is an intelligence broker in Bermuda, but he comes to the Federation to deliver information, and the content of the message is related to the Empire. Well, there are only three countries and regions in the world with names and surnames, and they are all involved. Two of these places are not very easy to visit.

What to do? Fisher rubbed his chin.