It wasn't until the last thud that I felt like my eyeballs were going to fall out of my sockets.

The nosebleeds were already pouring out everywhere, not to mention Venus.

"Do you know what I'm going to cut off your head for?"

The Persian cat ducked back a little, avoiding the nosebleed that came out of my nose.

Then he leaned in again and spoke to me viciously.

"I'm going to cook your head, eat it all bite by bite, feed the bones and broth to the homeless wild dogs on the street, and finally turn this pig's head of yours into a pile of real shit!"

Not long ago, I had heard the Persian cat say that he would cook my head and feed it to the wild dogs.

It's just that what he said to me was added to the strange smell that came out of his mouth.

It makes me suspect that this guy is really as he says, he has eaten cooked human heads.

The thought was even more disgusting than the image of a wild dog gnawing at my head.

It's really hard for me to imagine how a handsome guy like DiCaprio could be a cannibalistic ghost.

It also made me lose my affection for the black mercenary.

It seems that people all over the world don't like to see this group of people, and there is indeed a certain reason.

Just as I was secretly talking in my confused heart, I heard the Persian cat speak again.

"You Chinese have an old saying called 'dead without a whole body', and I heard that if you don't have a head, even the ancestral cemetery will not let you be buried." Although I really haven't tasted the Chinese head, and I have vowed to avenge my beloved Naga, I still plan to give you a chance, as long as you tell the truth, I can consider giving you a whole corpse and let you die a happy death."

As I spoke, the Persian cat had already let go of the hand that was holding my hair.

I lost the tug at the back of my head, and my head tilted to the side.

"Tell me where you're going?"

Ignoring my bowing head to the side, the Persian cat approached me and continued to ask.

"Hurry up, say it, and when you're done, you can suffer a little less."

Listening to the words of the Persian cat that continued to bewitch my ears, although my head still hurt, and the nosebleeds kept dripping on the floor.

But I still can't help but curse in my heart.

"I'm fucking stupid to tell you"

There have been many TV and movie acts, and the people who usually tell the information don't end up well.

As long as I haven't said anything that the Persian cat wants to know, then he won't kill me easily.

I may be tormented like never before, but I can at least keep myself alive.

On the other hand, if I am happy to tell him everything he wants to know now, then I will be of no use to him in the future, and it will be a matter of minutes if I want to cut anything.

And who's to guarantee that this Persian cat will really give me a happy death, as he just said?

Maybe after I tell him everything he wants to know, he'll cut off my head and stew it into a pot of broth?

In fact, before we went to the Snow Mountain, Sima had already warned us about this when he was training us.

What the Geneva Conventions, if you give preferential treatment to prisoners, it's all foolish stuff.

Once you fall into the hands of the enemy and become a prisoner, it is nothing more than facing a fate, being beaten, tortured, and confessing to death

So, while Sima showed us the horrific scars on his chest that had been tortured to extract confessions, he warned us.

To become a captive, you must first recognize how many pounds and taels you have, and whether you can endure inhuman torture, if you can't hold on, then it's better to say everything you need to say as soon as possible, and die a happy death.

If you can hold on, then grit your teeth and push it down, as long as someone can hold it up and save it, then you will become a hero in the end.

However, I still remember the situation clearly, and when Sima said this to me on the side, tears began to flow in the eyes of his strong man.

Later, I learned that Sima survived by being a prisoner and finally tortured to extract a confession.

Because he was the last to be tortured and forced to confess, several comrades-in-arms before him kept gritting their teeth and not opening their mouths, delaying time for him, and finally being rescued

Sima once warned me that in the face of torture to extract confessions, don't just think about pretending to be a hero, even if you are beaten and tortured, you must pay attention to methods and skills.

You can shout loudly, cry and beg for mercy, and as long as you don't tell the enemy what they want to know, there's no shame in shouting out the color of your wife's pants.

"Say it"

The Persian cat approached me again and spoke, and the bewitchment in his voice was even more bewitching.

"I now know that you are going to the Devil's Sea, and tell me where you are going in that sea in the end? I need specific azimuth coordinates, just a few numbers to say, I can consider letting you go."

It is not surprising that this Persian cat knows that we are going to the Devil's Sea, after all, the Vietnamese monkey Nguyen Thanh Van who was killed by him knows this.

It's just that the exact azimuth coordinates that he is now desperate to know about what we are going to reach at the end are really not able to tell him anyway.

"If you don't come to this set, Lao Tzu won't tell you if you die, so you can greet Lao Tzu."

I vomited the nosebleed that had come into my mouth and gritted my teeth and muttered to the Persian cat.

While chattering, my heart kept praying, praying that this Persian cat could be serious, and that I could grit my teeth and eat if the beauty was tempting, and if I really made that tongs or something, then it was really a bit fucking inauthentic

It's just that what I didn't expect was that after I said this, I didn't see that this Persian cat had any intention of punishing me.

I saw the corners of his mouth grin, revealing a smile that looked quite charming, and then spoke.

"Okay, since you, a Chinese tough guy, don't want to say it, then I won't force you for the time being, fortunately, you are not our only choice"

With that, the Persian cat stood up and prepared to walk out of the cabin.

"Wait"

Seeing that the Persian cat was about to walk out of the hatch, I finally couldn't help but stop him.

"You fucking don't play your cards according to common sense"

While stopping the Persian cat, I also cursed in my heart