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Gary stood in the basement. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoFor decades, this was the place where he entertained important "guests", and he didn't expect to be able to use this room again.

The space is small, about six meters wide and four meters long, and this basement is located on the north side of the gang house.

The design of the execution chamber is very exquisite. There are chains on the left, metal rings on the ceiling and floor, and an iron cage at the back. Next to it is a stainless steel metal table.

Next to the large table was a long wooden table with a huge leather case on it. Gary gently opened it, and took out a piece of execution props with a cold glow, various types of knives, electric drills, and pliers...... One by one, they are neatly arranged on the table, with a variety of patterns and terrifying formations. Gary ended up pulling out a syringe and a vial of injection from his leather case, a secret weapon given to him by his friend, former Mossad agent Crying-Sandman.

He placed it at the top of the large table.

Gary turned back to look.

In the middle of the room was a man bound on an iron bench, with a black blindfold over his head, his hands and feet cuffed, and iron chains around his neck on the floor.

The slight shaking of the chains could be heard, and it was clear that he was about to regain consciousness.

Thirsty.

My throat was smoking. I can't keep my eyes open. Besides, he knew that even with his eyes open, he could only see darkness.

Quietly, but he felt that there were people standing next to him, and they were watching him.

After wasting his strength for a long time, he finally squeezed out a sentence from his throat: "Can I drink some water?"

No one answered.

Gary continued to fiddle with the torture instrument in his hand, as if he was thinking about which one to use first? In fact, according to common sense, the killer's hood should be taken off and the "guests" should be seen with their own eyes the "terrible meal" he was about to taste at the table was a psychological devastation, and the weak-willed people would soon collapse, and before Gary could use the knife, they would beg for mercy again and again.

After so many years, Gary has learned that he should go under the knife before asking questions. In the face of possible torture, the vast majority of people will do everything possible to escape the pain of flesh and skin, especially those who can speak well. Most of the words asked at this time are true and false, and if you want not to be deceived by this kind of fabricated lie, you must remain rational at all times and keep fighting wits with the other party. Gary felt that this was too tiring, so it was better to let them know that there was no way to avoid the torture.

Suddenly, the door was opened.

Three or four strong men walked in, one carrying a large bucket in his hand.

When the bucket was placed on the ground, some of the water was spilled.

"I just want to drink some water, just bottle it. The killer smiled and opened his mouth to ask, "Or do you really believe that the 'waterboarding' of you Americans against terrorists will do it to me?"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind several strong men: "You all go out!"

As soon as they heard the voice, several people immediately dispersed and made way to come out.

Mark walked into the room, his wound looking horrified. The scars on his cheeks were particularly striking against the white skin, and there were injuries on his shoulders, arms, back, waist, thighs, and calves, although they had been well cared for by doctors. However, the impact of the injury is still there, and his face is pale, but as a person who has just experienced a life-and-death battle and is seriously injured, it is already a miracle that he can stand and speak like this.

"Why are you here? Now I just want you to rest. The doctor said that although it was not life-threatening, your injuries were serious. ”

"Uncle Gary, don't treat me like a child. Mark said in a deep voice, "Today, I must interrogate him personally!"

Mark hasn't quite figured it out yet, and it's just speculation at the moment, so he's going to ask the killer himself, maybe he won't be able to ask anything, but he'll try to find the last piece of the puzzle - find clues related to Chris.

Walking up to Gary, Mark picked a knife from the table and walked over to the killer.

The killer had his hands tied behind his back and could not be seen. He shook the black hood on his head and asked softly, "Since you want to ask, can you take this off?" You can ask me anything. ”

Of course not!!!

The hand was raised and fell, and the killer's body could be seen twitching a few times, and one of his eyes was like a balloon filled with blood that had been pierced by the tip of the knife. Blood spurted on Mark's face, on the bandages, on his new shirt.

Before the sound of pain could escape from the killer's mouth, the knife pierced his other eye.

Mark knew it best: it wasn't his left hand, it was those eyes that could make people bloody and outflowing.

Now that the hood could be removed, it was still in the corner by Mark.

The killer's mouth purred, as if swallowing his own throat. The legs were tied together, and they kept kicking because of the severe pain.

Gary watched silently, and Mark had the same idea as himself, and instead of messing with this damn cunning guy, he should just do it first.

Originally, Mark was playing on the delicate dividing line between the two worlds of black and white, but now it is clear that he has completely returned from the head of security at Lancer Corporation to the identity of the heir to the gang. In this way, there is no need to worry about the means of the enemy, what he really cares about is Chris's whereabouts.

Mark stood across from the killer. "You remember the old man Mina killed at Chico's Motel, right?"

The killer tried to open his eyes, but the glimmer of light in front of him was gone, and only two wet streams of fluid came out of his eyes, and blood slid down his cheeks. Fragments of memory seemed to flash in his mind, flashing faces, he didn't recognize any of them, and soon heard someone crying quietly, and he realized that the person who was crying was himself, not himself. When you want to open your mouth, you don't breathe in oxygen, but you exhale blood.

Choking on the blood that flowed down, the killer adjusted his breath for a long time and said, "Rhett Swift, what do you want to know?"

"He died with a picture of a 'green kryptonite' on it......"

"Green...... Krypton?" his voice sounded more docile, "maybe you should ask your Green Camp kid about this question...... Alexandria, I thought she told you everything......"

With that, he was amused by his own words. He started laughing, and there was blood on his teeth. It was a long howl that made the hair stand on end, and the laughter was more terrifying than his blindness.

I have known for a long time that this bastard will not obediently cooperate. With a swing of his knife, Mark sliced through the killer's upper body.

His movements stopped, as if he had applied a sudden brake.

A strange scene was revealed in front of several of them, including the strong men behind him, all of whom were stunned!

Gary couldn't help but take a closer look, under the killer's terrifyingly white skin, the whole looked like a blood-colored spider web crawling on his chest, and the connections of the spider web were like blood beads, emitting a faint red light. On the chest, there was a blood-red eyeball, with a red vein like an iris, and it was like the "Eye of Sauron" erected on the top of the Tower of Barado, it was alive, it was constantly turning, changing the form of existence, and the iris spread to the entire chest, abdomen, and then to the back.

Mark's eyes widened as well, and he suddenly remembered: no wonder those unconventional tattoos were tattooed on his hands, and it was impossible for him to have tattoos on his body.

Because I was amazed by the red substance, I didn't pay attention for a while. Looking closely, I found that there was something abnormal in the killer's body, the back of the mark knife was pressed, and the soft touch was like pressing on an empty skin bag, and it felt like a little force, the fragile flesh would break open.

Gary Sr. had also hit his opponent in the ribs with his fist, and the soft touch was still fresh in his memory, as if it had hit a sponge.

How can there be an illusion that the "eyeballs" are devouring this body?

Mark instantly remembered that day Chris disappeared because of the black kryptonite in his hand.

Do these people with abnormal abilities also have green or red kryptonite in their bodies?

He was about to start questioning the killer, but his lips moved.

When Mark leaned down, he heard him say lightly, "You'll-be-brown-bread, young man." ”

It's curious why the number one killer of a Russian gang speaks an authentic London accent.

Of course, in today's society, many Britons, even foreigners, learn to speak the London dialect, and the young people of the new and new humans even think that it is fashionable to be able to speak English with this accent. But the killer just said "you are dead" is an authentic East End dialect, and the people who can usually say this sentence are at least the East End people who listen to the bells of St. Mary Ribo's church.

After saying this, the killer closed his eyes, as if he could not understand Mark's questioning, and adopted a non-violent and non-cooperative attitude, without sarcasm or silence.

never expected the other party to cooperate, Mark said in his heart: instead of asking him, it is better to ask his body, maybe you can find the answer.

For the rest of the day, Mark didn't say a word.

The knife in his hand seemed to pierce into a shattered red glass ball, transforming into thousands of red shadows and rays of light, scattering in all directions. The killer let out an animalistic wail, and everything around him seemed to disappear.

He's dead.

Mark commanded several strong men to uncuff and chain, and the body was placed on the execution table.

In half an hour, the body was torn apart.

At first, several strong men were silent, standing next to them and not daring to move, but in the back, some people finally couldn't bear it anymore and vomited. They didn't dare to look any further and rushed out of the execution chamber.

Watching him move neatly, Gary raised his eyebrows, when did Mark Kid steal the craft of "dismantling people"?

Mark was irritable for a while, and there was no gain. Nothing was found, and in the killer's body, no substances like "canine teeth" or "red kryptonite" were found.

After a long time, there was silence in the execution chamber.

"You're doing the right thing. Gary said, "I mean kill him." He's too dangerous!"

Mark chose not to comment.

Gary pulled open his trouser leg and there was an ugly scar above his knee, "He was stabbed twenty years ago, and it hurts to climb stairs now!

Hearing this, and looking at the wound on Old Gary's leg, Mark came back to his senses, looked at Gary in disbelief, and asked, "This is that kind of puncture wound! You said 'I was very close to him' because I had a big fight with him?"

Gary shook his head, "Where is the big battle, I was beaten, if it weren't for luck, the Indian train just passed by, and the whistle sounded, disturbing his mind for a moment, I would have picked up a life." ”

"You never mentioned it??...... No wonder...... That's when you blew the whistle...... So that's what happened!" Mark said with palpitations, "If he hadn't been stunned, I wouldn't have escaped, he didn't need to move a finger at all, he could have taken my life......"

"Don't think about it so much now! you go and rest for me!" Gary glanced at the broken body on the execution table that looked like it had been bitten by a shark, "What about those?"

Mark replied lightly: "Yamamoto's group, don't you want to, let them take it back and put it together!"

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Also in Buffalo, New York.

Jutta Stein was dressed in a pale gray professional suit, and her silver hair was meticulously combed and curled into a round bun at the back of her head. She wears high heels and walks with a straight body and a slightly raised chin. She has always been an elegantly dressed, proud woman, and extremely demanding of herself.

The sound of the heels hitting the floor made a crisp sound, and the sound was heard far away, and the echo was wafting at the same time. Surrounded by metallic walls, the wide walkway resembles the inner compartment of a giant spaceship.

She walked to a safety lock, which was a white semi-arced top safety cover made of elemental barium, as long as she put her hand inside, she heard the "hissing" scanning sound, the barium element will react with the elements in her body, this identification safety lock should be the most unique and foolproof in the world.

The hatch opened silently, revealing the vast space in front of her. Underfoot is an endless blue. Every time she walks in, she feels like she's falling into an abyss, but it's fleeting. She knew it was a clear glass floor, with the Niagara River underneath. "Niagara" means "water of the god of thunder" in the Indian language, but unfortunately in this dungeon, the thundering sound of the waterfall cannot be heard.

Jutta saw the amazing architecture at the edge of her vision. It is a large transparent structure, shaped like a three-dimensional triangular alien spaceship, and like a giant Indian tent, it is composed of six sides, four triangular glass panels like the tent's cloth, and four red metal like steel cables to tie the tent. It's just that a shiny outer layer of almost transparent light is released from the metal bar, and from time to time a beam of energy flashes.

She blinked, and saw a new red glow forming from the bottom, rapidly converging towards the top of the tower. (To be continued.) )