After killing Herder, Captain Cao finally let out a sigh. As a successful person who is always positioned as the president of the Pan American 500 and strictly demands himself, Head Cao feels that he should not be the kind of guy who has to endure for a long time when he has a breath.

In the evening, not long after Captain Cao returned with a full load, the Timberwolves Riders also returned one by one. Almost every timberwolf rider smells of blood and dust. Not only was there no one less in the whole day's battle, but even the people who hung the lottery were only a handful. With such a high-level master of the light system demon martial arts double cultivation as Old Man Ao here, the slightest skin injury they suffered is not a problem. The defeated caravan guards had almost all been ambushed, and even if there were a few fish that slipped through the net, they were completely no threat to the raiding group, and even Captain Cao was not ready to hunt them down anymore.

This is the good thing about the Exile Domain, it is not easy for ordinary people to survive here. These fleeing fellows don't even have the slightest baggage on them, even if they can escape the pursuit of the raiding group today, how will they live in the future? If they want to survive, they can only return along the same path and retreat into the human world, and there is absolutely no place for them in the realm of exile.

But without the huge scale of the caravan group, how could these guys easily go back? Moreover, they had already reached this position, thousands of miles away from the eastern pass of the Great Snow Mountain of Michael Jordan, and the stumbles and stumbles among them, Commander Cao felt that there were more than nine hundred and eighty-one difficulties, and they could survive in this way, that is, green smoke was rising from the ancestral tomb.

Hoines feels: Life is a big luck, it won't be moldy for a lifetime, but it will always be moldy for a while.

Captain Cao made him understand: bad luck is like your life, not only for a while, but also for a lifetime.

In order to show his respect and miss for Hoins, an old friend, Captain Cao assigned him a torture lineup. The configuration can only be described as luxurious and brutal, and the nine monsters of the raiding group are all in battle!

The first to appear was Buckley, who was anxious to love the table, Buckley's hands were too heavy, and he didn't say a word, rolling up his sleeves was a burst of convincing, and a whip pulled out countless gaps in Hoins's body that were deep in the flesh and bones, and directly made Hoines almost choked. If it weren't for the other monsters pulling fast enough, Barkley would have directly pulled Hoines apart.

Barkley's brutal and savage approach made the other monsters of the raiding group unbearable, and one by one they opened their mouths to reprimand him for his cruelty and lack of patience. Torture is a profound art, and his simple and rude heavy methods are not in line with the plundering group with a strong artistic atmosphere. His shallow patience. It is indirectly stifling the spare time life of the rest of the partners!

"In troubled times, we must use heavy codes. Barkley was dissatisfied with his quibble, but he couldn't stop his right to torture and be deprived of it by the rest of the monsters.

After suppressing the internal discord, the other monsters went to find tools with a look of pity, insisting on helping Hones stitch up the hideous wounds on his body first, so as not to cause Hones to die of excessive blood loss. In their words, it's called sustainability, and if you want to be more entertained, at least you have to let Hoyns live a little longer.

The prisoners in the same cell who were shocked to see each other breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that there was only one violent person. As long as it doesn't fall into Barkley's hands, then they may still see the sun tomorrow. But when they found the suturing tools that the other monsters had found, they felt a deep despair again, and the anal sphincter that had just been loosened a little tightened again.

Wounds are usually disinfected with spirits. And the raiding group brought a huge basin filled not with liquor, but with spicy chili water that you would feel when you got closer, and there were even cyan sliced chili peppers floating on it.

The greener the color of this small pepper, the stronger it is. Looking at the small fire peppers in this pot, they are as green as the little baby girl who has just come out of the mother's womb, and the taste must be extremely vicious. Even those northern men who can eat spicy food will probably only cover their mouths and shake their heads when they see it. If a normal person drinks two sips, it is estimated that they will be perforated by the spicy stomach.

When they set the iron basin on the fire and heated it, the boiling water even turned out a lot of deep and heavy sauces, such as sesame peppers, rattan peppers, and coarse salt in the shape of cakes...... The whole nine yards. This basin is not filled with disinfectant water at all, but more like a spicy pot base that can eat dead people!

The most that can be used to suture the wound is a curved needle and a thin cotton thread, but what they invaded into the spicy pot and heated it was suddenly a few three-edged military thorns that were more exaggerated than the butcher knives used by butchers in the human world, and the sharp blades and deep blood grooves indicated that this should be a murder weapon rather than a surgical tool. The handle of the military thorn also helps the hemp rope the thickness of the thumb!

This new type of triangular military spur is not the mainstream standard equipment of the plundering regiment, and it is one of several samples recently designed by Commander Cao. Although the previous Kancha short blade was not bad in the opinion of Commander Cao, as a short weapon equipped by everyone, its function was too simple, and its lethality could not reach the kind of Cheng dù that Commander Cao hoped for, so Captain Cao drew a lot of design drawings for Rondo, and Rondo had created a model one by one. In order to show respect for Hoins, an old friend, the raiders moved all these samples over, in order to make Hones feel the treatment of the emperor, and the quality is also heavy.

The prisoners looked at each other and did not dare to take a breath, they really couldn't understand what kind of wounds could be used with such hideous surgical tools? These tools could only stitch up more and more wounds, and the wounds would become bigger and bigger! In particular, none of these thugs who looked like Lang Zhong looked like Lang Zhong. Their talents, it is estimated that even if they exhaust their life's efforts, they will not be able to get a business license in a street man. What is certain is that they can easily sew a single inch of skin on Hoins's body!

Even if a giant dragon or a giant beast with only a half-centimeter wound on his body was held down by this group of part-time quacks with the intention of making money and killing people, they could only be stitched up!

"Clean his wound first!" Iverson said with a compassionate look on his face as he put on a mask, like a benevolent priest in a church.

The rest of the monsters agreed, and dragged Wangcai, who was watching the show, over. Lebang pinched Wangcai's neck, and without saying a word, he kicked Wangcai's ass violently, and finally squeezed out a basin of corrosive venom that still carried Wangcai's body temperature, which made people want to vomit! Lebang's rough actions made Wangcai's godbrother Buckley shout in dissatisfaction. But it was held down by several other monsters.

"Do you call this torture? Have you ever soaked your whip in salt water? Is it a whip that has been soaked in a good beef tendon noose first, then smeared with oil and sunburned, and processed more than ten times?" Maddie reluctantly reprimanded Buckley, who had long been resentful of a guy like Buckley who only had violence in his head.

"Look at the angle and force of your whip, it's simple and rude! Two whips will stun people, and he can't enjoy the taste of the back at all. Even Wade, whom Barkley regarded as an iron buddy, did not save face for him and defected.

"You have to apply the whip to the whip with the healing ointment concocted by the old man, and let him heal while being injured, this is the cycle of life and life! Have you forgotten what the boss taught you about sustainable development?" Rodman sighed, his face lamenting his misfortune and anger.

"There are not even ninety-nine eighty-one rusty iron nails on the whip? Do you know what tetanus is? You are definitely an undercover worker! Your 'Kazakh' leftism should be severely criticized!" Sibu picked up Barker's tortured whip and looked at it for a long time. Finally expressed his opinion.

There is only one central idea in their words, Hoines will definitely die!

The other prisoners began to weep as well, and they had begun to repent of all the bad things they had done in their lives up to now, and sincerely pleaded with the Father of Light to accept their filthy souls. Ever since they grew up, they have never been as religious as they are now. Their sincerity can put even the Holy See's saints to shame.

If it is just torture, then these subordinate prisoners can understand that these black-bellied guys do everything they can, and the torture is of course unscrupulous to make the tortured person speak. The point is, these guys never intended to ask for any news from Hones's mouth from the beginning, and it can almost be defined as a simple attempt to torture Hoins.

Long after being whipped by Barkley a few times. Hones couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to confess what he knew, a pampered guy like Hones with fine skin and tender flesh had never suffered this kind of hardship, and it was natural that he couldn't hold on. He didn't even need to be tortured, as long as the guys were willing to ask him. Then he must know everything, and he doesn't even need to threaten. But what makes people desperate is that these guys don't ask a single question at all, they just go about their business. Hoines couldn't bear the flogging. took the initiative to start talking about the scale and purpose of this caravan group, but they also found a stinky sock and gagged their mouths!

"Who the has time to get to know you? You old Luo family people just won't understand other people's thoughts for the rest of their lives, it's really an expression of extreme self!" said Ginobili wistfully as he fiddled with his long flowing hair. It was as if he was the one who had been wronged.

In the end, Hoines left a monument on the heavy torture chamber of the plundering regiment that is difficult for future generations to cross, and this pampered old Luo family child persevered for seven days and seven nights under the torture of the nine monsters of the raiding regiment before he died. He had almost experienced all of the ten tortures and conventional torture techniques of the raiding group, and finally burped under the diluted venom of Wangcai. Bathing in the venom diluted by Wangcai, this is an upgraded version of the Raiders' regular waterboarding, and Hoines is the first to try it.

The Nine Monsters of the Raiding Regiment even held a memorial service for him, and it was because of his appearance that everyone's torture level was only a thousand miles away, Hoines made them sum up countless valuable experiences, and Hoines has not asked for the slightest reward, he is a person who has detached himself from low-level interests, a person worthy of respect!

The other prisoners of war were also tortured very lightly, just as the old man had foreseen before. Because these practices are still too inhumane, they are all carried out in private, although Scarlett and Gail have opinions about this, but they are not at the scene of the crime, and in the end they were bluffed by Captain Cao.

"Today you will be divided into groups for a 100-meter race, and the first and last places in each group will be killed, and the others will be released. "The timberwolf knights of the raiding regiment took some of the prisoners of war to the uninhabited wilderness, and then let go of their restraints, giving them a taste of freedom.

"Yes!" many of the prisoners of war were almost screaming with excitement in their hearts, they had been accustomed to a lot of torture these days, and they had already been tortured physically and mentally.

Being able to get such a result is completely due to the special favor of the God of Light for them. And if you think about it, there are hundreds of them in total, and if they survive, most of them will survive. All they need to do seems to be just not to run the slowest and not to run the fastest, which sounds very simple.

"Okay, please prepare for the first pair of players below. Garnett spoke succinctly, and the two prisoners of war were also pushed out of the queue separately and thrown onto the runway.

"I'm cāo!" the rest of the people were all cold in their hearts, they still underestimated the belly of these bastards of the raiding group after all. This kind of running, no matter how you run, will end up being a dead end!

In recent days, Commander Cao has not had time to care about such a matter as dealing with prisoners of war. For the first time in his life, Captain Cao was intoxicated with the satisfaction of wealth and was reluctant to wake up.

"Captain ......" Gail pestered Captain Cao as always, with her persistent spirit and that three-inch fragrant tongue, it is estimated that this is the only headache that Captain Cao feels these days.

"Don't call me the head of the group, just like them, call me boss!" "Head Cao was joking with a big cigar in his mouth. Because of the successful robbery of the business group of Lao Luo's family, Captain Cao can be said to have become rich overnight. With such a strong net worth, Head Cao feels that only the title of boss is worthy of him.

Cao ...... Boss, I Jianyì you still seal these things and hand them over to the imperial family, otherwise, this is a suspicion of a crime. After all, Gail still obeyed Captain Cao's wishes.

"Politics and crime are the same thing, and I'd rather be considered a crime, so don't bring up this topic again in the future. Pedro didn't ask me for money, what are you anxious about?" Captain Cao rolled his eyes.

The fat that was eaten in the stomach had to be spit out by Captain Cao, and this kind of thing would never happen...... (To be continued......)