Located on the outskirts of the city, the worker bee organization's safe house is an abandoned lighthouse by the sea.

After the group evacuated from the high-tech park, they brought the captured gunman here.

Wu Mian brought the gunman into the room, saw that the surrounding walls were covered with tin foil, and there were signal blocking devices, and nodded to Nanci with satisfaction: "The protection is good!" ”

"Synths are a big problem for the government, and the rebel organization is even more hated, so it is natural to be cautious about life and death."

Nan Ci responded with a calm face: "We people, none of us have received any professional military training, all the experience, are exchanged for sacrifice and blood, before the outbreak of the Freedom War, we people have many identities, workers, peasants, policemen, teachers, doctors, and now there is only one identity, that is...... Mob. ”

Wu Mian's expression also did not change: "The times are like this. ”

Nan Ci was slightly stunned, and then nodded lonely: "Yes, the times are like this." ”

Wu Mian glanced at the gunman who was brought back with his hands handcuffed, and said to Nan Ci: "I'll judge this person, the next picture is not suitable for you to watch, you better avoid it." ”

Nan Ci and Wu Mian glanced at each other: "I am the leader of the worker bee organization, and I have experienced a lot of things, don't treat me as an ordinary woman." ”

When Wu Mian heard Nan Ci's answer, he didn't talk nonsense, walked up to the gunman, grabbed his shirt with both hands, and tore his clothes.

In a few moments, the gunman's clothes were torn off by Wu Mian and he fell to the ground naked.

When this gunman was injured before, he was already preparing to kill himself with the determination to die, and he belonged to an absolute dead man, although he didn't understand what Wu Mian was going to do, but he always clenched his teeth and didn't say a word.

Wu Mian tore the gunman's clothes, turned to leave, and when he returned to the house, he poured all the buckets of seawater in his hand on the gunman's body.

"Ugh!!"

Salty seawater poured onto the gunman's wounds, causing him to snort in pain and his body to spasm slightly.

"Poof!"

After Wu Mian and the other gunmen were soaking wet, he roughly pierced a palm-long iron nail towards the location of his lung, and then took the captured Gauss rifle in the hand of a worker bee member, lifted the cover on the side, and reached out to tear off the copper coil inside.

"Hey......!"

The worker bee members saw Wu Mian's movements and subconsciously prepared to stop them.

Although Nanci is a rebel army, it is not a descendant army, it is just an insignificant small branch, with only a few dozen members, and there is a serious shortage of weapons and equipment, and a standard firearm is quite precious to them.

Nan Ci waved his hand slightly, stopping the movement of his subordinates.

After Wu Mian disassembled the coils on both sides of the gun, he wrapped one of the copper wires around the iron nail on the gunman's chest, and at the same time wrapped the coil on the other side around his crotch.

After all this, Wu Mian took off the magazine of the Gauss rifle and said to the gunman: "I bet you won't survive this punishment for three minutes, and before I start the torture, you'd better take the initiative to confess your identity!" ”

The gunman looked sideways and looked at Wu Mian angrily: "Fuck you!" ”

Wu Mian didn't say a word of nonsense, and directly pulled the trigger.

"Buzz!"

The visible electric current rotated on the coils on the side of the gun, and then passed down the copper wire to the gunner.

For a moment, the gunman felt as if his internal organs were being grasped by a hand, and the air in his lungs was squeezed to the extreme in an instant, and at the same time, a strong feeling of suffocation was heard.

The wet body instantly sent electricity through the gunman's body, and not only did the internal organs feel unbearable pain, but his skin also felt like a crack, and there was a pinprick stinging pain.

In just two seconds, the gunman's body began to spasm, trying to shrink his body, but the intense pain from his internal organs and body at the same time made him unable to control his body at all, and a smell of burnt paste spread in the air.

Five seconds later, Wu Mian stopped what he was doing, bent down and pulled out the nail from the gunman's body.

"Hiss!"

The gunman's lungs were damaged, his breathing became rapid, and blood foamed from the corners of his mouth and nostrils.

Wu Mian held the iron nail dripping with blood, and said in a low voice: "Your lungs have been injured, and the symptoms of hemopneumothorax will soon appear, and within ten minutes, you will die of suffocation." ”

"Poof!"

As Wu Mian spoke, he waved his palm again and stabbed the iron nail into the kidney position of the muzzle: "Tonight, you will definitely die, and I am not ready to save you, what you can choose now is to die happily or die in torture." ”

Wu Mian stopped talking and picked up the Gauss rifle again.

"Don't!" When the gunman saw Wu Mian's movements, his body trembled for no reason: "...... I'm recruiting! ”

When Nan Ci saw this scene, he didn't pay attention to the gunman, but stared at Wu Mian's back.

As a member of the Resistance, she has encountered many difficulties, whether it is being interrogated by others or interrogating others, she has experienced many methods.

The purpose of interrogation is to obtain useful information from the target in exchange for security or profit.

And the condition given by Wu Mian was to let the other party choose a way to die, and not give the other party any hope at all.

She had never heard of such brutal torture.

If in the previous contact, the feeling that Wu Mian brought to Nanci was just mysterious, then at this moment, it has become fear.

It also made Nan Ci a little more wary of this man with unknown details.

Not only is Nan Ci anxious to find his younger brother, but Wu Mian also wants to retrieve his missing memories as soon as possible.

He knew that the gunman's life had entered the countdown and did not waste time: "Who is your boss?" ”

"I don't have a boss!" The gunman's mouth was dripping with saliva mixed with blood, and he said indistinctly: "I belong to the Hidden Dragon Organization and am a member of the Hidden Dragon Order. ”

"Hidden Dragon?" When Wu Mian heard this name, he frowned slightly and looked at Nan Ci: "Do you know this organization?" ”

Nanci shook his head: "I haven't heard of it." ”

Seeing Wu Mian retract his gaze, the gunman continued: "Hidden Dragon is a very mysterious underground organization, although I am a member of it, I don't know much about this organization,"

"Is there any smoke?" Wu Mian turned to look at Nanci and the others, took the cigarette case handed by one of them, lit one, took two puffs himself, and handed it to the gunman to take a puff: "Go on." ”

"The Hidden Dragon Organization has a clear hierarchy, and I only know that the boss of the Hidden Dragon Organization is called Brother Jiu."

The killer took a puff of cigarette, and his painful expression soothed a little: "This organization is a pyramid structure, Brother Jiu is the figure on the spire, and the people below are hierarchical, and they are all recruited through various channels, taking me as an example, I am only under the command of my own upline, and it is only a one-line contact, and I don't know the identity of my upline." ”

Wu Mian keenly captured the key point in the other party's words, and did not dig deep into the news of the Hidden Dragon Organization: "Why did you kill Li Jian tonight?" ”