Quick Pass: The host has no desire to survive

Chapter 299 Missy Can Have Any Bad Ideas (15)

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In a secret prison somewhere in SH.

In an extremely dark and cold prison, there are all kinds of interrogation tools everywhere, and some of the tools even smell of blood.

In the stove filled with charcoal fire, there are several red-hot iron hooks inserted.

Suddenly, there was a "pop" in the charcoal fire, breaking the silence of the room.

The door of the prison was opened, and a tall figure came out from the door. His long legs were wrapped in black leather boots. At this moment, a gray-blue military uniform was casually draped over his shoulders. The breath is both bloodthirsty and cold.

Four straight-backed men in gray military uniforms walked behind him, each with a solemn expression.

The man's thin lips parted slightly, and a deep and dangerous voice came slowly, "Bring me here, I'm in a good mood today, interrogate myself."

While speaking, he threw the military jacket on the shoulders into the hands of a soldier with eyes behind him, revealing the black shirt inside.

The extremely well-fitting black shirt tightly wrapped his powerful upper body. If you look closely, as he sat on the only chair in this prison, the muscles of his abdomen could be revealed through the shirt.

If Bei Er was here at this moment, he would definitely stare at his abdominal muscles unceremoniously.

I saw his long sleeves and long legs crossed together, resting on the table next to him, his straight back casually leaning on the chair, this lazy big man's sitting posture exudes an aggressive, bloodthirsty aura cold.

His slender and well-articulated fingers reached for the gun under his armpit, and then he held it in his hand and played with it non-stop.

Less than 1 minute passed.

A man in a tattered gray gown, covered in blood, was escorted into this dark and damp cell. He had a half-broken spectacles on his face, and his hands were also shackled together. When looking up at the tall and aggressive Di Chengting sitting on the chair with an expression of failure all over his body.

He suddenly wanted to break free from the shackles of the person behind him fiercely, and his cloudy eyes were filled with terror, but he still gritted his teeth and said to him: "You are a blood-sucking demon, you really deserve to die. How can a person who is black-hearted from the outside to the inside have the face to exist in the world?"

The two soldiers behind him who escorted him pushed him to the ground with terrified faces, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "I'm sorry, Marshal, the general didn't educate him well and dirty your ears."

Di Chengting waved his hand holding the gun slightly, moved his legs away from the table, then spread his legs apart, crossed his fingers in the middle of his legs, and the aura around him was like a dragon swimming, which was terrifying.

"Where's the stuff?"

The deep voice carried a breath of bloodthirsty.

When the man kneeling on the ground heard his words, there was a hint of panic in his eyes.

But when he raised his head, he hid the panic, and said in an angry voice, "I don't know what you're talking about?"

There was a faint smile on the corner of Di Chengting's mouth, but this smile was mostly contemptuous.

"You know what this handsome wants. As long as you explain it clearly, you will be spared the pain of flesh and blood. This handsome also doesn't want to look at the prison that has just been cleaned... It's bloody and dirty." He got up from the chair Standing up, walked to the stove with long legs, picked up the red-hot instrument of torture and said lightly.

The man looked at the burning red iron as it approached his head little by little.

His legs were trembling uncontrollably, and his whole body wanted to retreat, but the soldiers behind him pressed him firmly to the ground, preventing him from moving a bit.

He replied with panic in his tone: "I really don't know what you are talking about. I am just the shopkeeper of an inn, and I usually receive customers."

After listening to his words, Di Chengting slightly raised his eyes and glanced at the adjutant beside him.

The adjutant came to his senses immediately, took out a photo from his pocket, knelt down and said expressionlessly, "You must be familiar with this person, right?"

The man's cloudy eyes, just after seeing the person in the photo, he quickly lowered his head, but the panic in his eyes was clearly seen by the well-mannered adjutant with eyes.

The slightly gentle voice continued to ask: "Presumably you also know that this person has been shot dead by our commander, and you should also know why he died. The last time you met was the morning when he was about to escape from SH. And the two of you seem to have talked for more than ten minutes, I don't know what you have said in such a long time?"

When the adjutant asked the man what to say, Di Chengting casually threw the soldering iron back into the stove. He walked up to a stool full of nails, his deep and deep eyes, just like this quietly Staring at those densely packed nails with a cold light, his deep eyes also made it more and more difficult for people to understand what was going on in his heart at the moment.

The man lying on the ground gritted his back molars fiercely with his yellow teeth.

After listening to the man in front of him, he understood in an instant that the people in the army should know who stole the stolen secret document and who it was handed over to.

But now he can only beat him to death without admitting that he participated in this matter. They are all a group of desperadoes, and what they do is opportunistic. When they stole this secret document, they also hesitated. The value is so exciting that they have to take risks.

He glanced slightly at Di Chengting who was studying the instruments of torture in the distance. This man was a demon.

After half a sound.

His cloudy pupils stared fiercely at the adjutant in front of him, and his cloudy pupils full of anger stared at the adjutant, and he said loudly: "I do know this person, he is just a guest who often comes to the inn, that morning A customer just wanted to find a lost watch, and the reason why we got along for more than ten minutes at that time was because I had been looking for the watch with this customer.”

After hearing his words, the adjutant narrowed his pretty eyes slightly, and the gentle smile on his face gradually disappeared.

He stood up slowly, carefully put the photo back into his pocket, then turned around abruptly, picked up the red hot iron, and directly burned the left half of the face of the man kneeling on the ground.

In an instant.

The entire prison was filled with harsh and struggling screams.

It can't calm down for a long time.

But the adjutant's gentle face became even more gentle because of the hissing sound, and he whispered softly: "You are not good, you will be punished, I don't know if you have thought clearly now, after all Do you want to tell me what happened that day?"

(End of this chapter)