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Text Chapter 131: Die, come alive!  (2)

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    I vaguely felt that I was constantly bumping on various transportation equipment, and my hazy dream-like consciousness was filled with gunshots and complaints and curses in various languages.  I wanted to open my eyes, but my eyelids couldn't be lifted like Qianjin Zamen.  I tried my best to squeeze out only a small gap, but through my eyelashes stuck with eyelashes, I could vaguely see countless Arabs in camouflage uniforms shooting into the sky. Explosive white lights kept flashing, and stimulating colors overflowed the embankments of my vision.  Submerged in consciousness.  When I woke up again, there was darkness in front of me. I quietly came back to my senses and reorganized the memories of these days. It was only when I remembered that I had become a prisoner that I noticed that I was lying on a comfortable and soft bed that did not match my identity.  My fingers touched the blanket covering me, and it turned out to be fine camel velvet. Just when I was about to get out of bed, the light suddenly came on.  I habitually squinted my eyes but didn't close them. For this simple habit, I endured countless painful training sessions with speed machines.  After the black afterimage in his eyes disappeared from his sight, he saw clearly that he was in a huge empty room with a dome roof. The octagonal walls were milky white, the floor was paved with white marble, and the doors were  Made of fine wood.  There was no furniture in the room, but a few ancient Arabic paintings were hung on the walls, and a silk carpet was spread on the floor. Based on my many years of experience in contacting wealthy and dignitaries, this property is worth at least 40,000 to 50,000 US dollars.  There were monitors hanging at the four corners of the room, and there were sounds of people walking back and forth outside the door. It was impossible to imagine that being captured was a dream.  While I was looking around, the doorknob rang and the front door opened.  A blond Caucasian young man in military uniform walked in. His bright, discerning eyes made me recognize him as the military doctor who was treating my injuries without looking at his other facial features.  "How's it going? Are you feeling better?" The delicate voice reappeared.  What a beautiful boy with a DiCaprio-like face!  "How many days have I been sleeping?" I was very weak. After standing up and saying something, my legs became a little weak, so I could only sit back on the soft bed.  "It's been more than a week!" The man put the thermometer into my mouth, then lifted the blanket wrapped around me and pressed his chest and abdomen with his fingers a few times. He then used a stethoscope to listen to the murmur in my chest and abdomen and said  I said, "I took out your broken bone, but your injury was delayed for too long. It resulted in a mild chest abscess and a persistent low fever!" No wonder I felt so weak.  I swallowed the antibiotic pills he handed me directly because I was too weak to take the glass of water he handed me.  But it¡¯s even weirder to ask a man to feed me water. If he is rude to me, speaks harshly to me, or even touches me, I will be more likely to accept his care. However, a man with a handsome face and thoughtful greetings to you always makes people feel sad.  The point of "hysteria".  Seeing that I was so impressed with myself that I didn¡¯t even have the strength to bite off the pill stuck to my tongue.  The delicate military doctor chuckled.  He put the cup in front of my face and said, "In order to prevent you from being unable to control your violent breathing due to the pain and injuring your newly healed pleura, and to prevent you from resisting or doing stupid things, we gave you a small amount of medicine to stabilize muscle relaxation.  , so you will feel muscle weakness." "Ah!" I suddenly realized why I was weak all over, but my spirit was surprisingly good. This was different from the weakness after recovering from a serious illness. This was a kind of aggrieved feeling that I couldn't control.  Feel.  "What did you give me? Nerve blockers?" I didn't drink his water and let the salty and bitter pills melt on my tongue.  Then he swallowed it along with the stimulated saliva.  "What we used for you is a biological poison, not a chemical one." The man saw that I refused to drink the water in his hand, so he took back the cup and threw it on the table: "I see you also know a lot about poisoning.  , I can't tell you what medicine I used, otherwise if you get rid of the medicine yourself, we can't even use handcuffs to trap you here until another person arrives." "Who? The painter?" Although I  He was asking the questions he was most concerned about, but actually he was starting to make a list of medicines in his mind.  The only drugs that can cause muscle weakness are: d-tubocurarine, succinylcholine, quinine, procaine amide, ether, phenergan, quinidine, carbamatecholine chloride, morphine  , Suler and Diazepam, even counting China¡¯s Liushen Pills, Bezoars, Cicada Slough and other ganglion-blocking drugs, there are only about twenty kinds of drugs. If you remove the chemical agents, then the biorefined ones are even more limited "You heard  Have we talked?" The man checked my sutures and covered them with gauze again: "Yes. The painter is coming, but there is another person coming too. That's a surprise!" "My name is Little Tony!" The military doctor came.  Before leaving, he turned around and introduced himself kindly. When he saw that I didn't pay attention to him, he pouted at me in a self-deprecating way: "It doesn't matter! I know your name is Xingtian!" Damn it!  I raised my hand to reach for the toothpick on the bedside table. Even if it was just a bamboo stick, I could kill someone with it.  But now I can't even do this.  The only thing he could do was wait, like an injured lone wolf trapped in a trap.  Unable to escape the desperate situation but eager to regain freedom.  It's getting brighter!  Sunlight seeped in through the sealed windowsill and floor-to-ceiling windows.  Through the small cracks of light, I could see that the room I was lying in was on the second floor of a villa. Looking from the balcony into the distance, the middle driveway of the villa was lined with brown trees carefully managed by the gardener.There are trees and lawns, ducks swimming leisurely in several artificial lakes on both sides of the driveway, quacking sounds echoing in the empty yard, and rows of yellow roses are withering under the wall in the distance.  The only human activity in the yard was a couple of gardeners tending the lawn.  Everything is quiet and silent, and it feels like something is pregnant.  Because I was injected with a muscle-weakening medicine, my sphincter muscles relaxed and I couldn't suppress my urge to urinate and defecate, so I could only run to the toilet one after another.  The floor is paved with white marble, the dome is inlaid with turquoise, and it is decorated with precious Persian wall carpets in red, green, and blue colors. All the faucets and wash basin mirrors are gold-plated. The entire toilet looks resplendent, making people a little nervous to defecate.  smooth.  After finally finishing the fifth time in the palace-like toilet and walking out while holding on to the wall, the wooden door was suddenly knocked open and a large group of soldiers rushed in.  The leading and largest black man reached out and grabbed his collar and lifted it up like a soft noodle. The white man who followed behind him with a spade tattoo as big as a coin on his forehead punched me in the stomach, and I was hit while I was hanging in the air.  It swung back and forth like a pendulum for a long time.  Although the force of the blow on the body was not great, it was because of the inability to resist the strong impact.  There was no protection from the abdominal muscles, and the force penetrated directly into the internal organs. It was so painful that my intestines were cramped. Fortunately, I had just gone to the toilet, otherwise I would have had to pee my pants this time.  But what surprised me was that after such a blow, pain spread throughout my body.  After the weak muscles were stimulated and instinctively contracted, it actually gave me a sense of exertion.  If you try it again, you will have more strength!  The first thing that came to mind was not fear, but the thought that unexpectedly popped up.  "His wound has not completely healed. If the rupture involves the abdominal wall artery and causes internal bleeding, it will be hopeless!" Military doctor Xiao Tony reached out and grabbed the strong man in spades who was punching and preparing to add another punch.  "Let go!" Spade looked at Little Tony coldly and spoke very calmly, not at all like a reckless man who was angry at his forehead.  After the two were in a stalemate for a moment, Xiao Dongmian still flinched, let go of his hand, took a step back and stood in the crowd.  He just added one more person when he backed away: "Black Jack, before you kill him, think about the consequences!" "Of course I have thought about it clearly!" Black Jack turned his head and looked at me indifferently, with the spade tattoo on his forehead*  *Two blows later, before I could see him clearly punching, a powerful hammer hit my face. This time, the force was so strong that it knocked me away from the black man's hand and onto the bed behind me.  Before the squeezing sensation on my face turned into pain, the brain oscillation caused by the impulse transmitted to my brain caused a burst of strong nausea. I rolled off the bed and lay there on the floor and started retching, which dissolved the pills I had swallowed.  Bitter and salty stomach sweat rushes down the esophagus into the mouth and nose.  Squeezing and squirting all over the floor.  Because the vomiting was so strong, there was even a bit of residue bubbling into the eye sockets along the nasolacrimal duct from the lacrimal sac at the corner of the eye.  Before I could "spit out" my vomiting, a military boot covered with yellow mud came to my face again. I only had time to feel the nail holes with shoelaces brush against my nose, and then I heard a "click" from my chin.  The ring actually fell off, and a strong force lifted me up from my lying position. I tilted my head back too much and heard a crisp sound in my cervical spine.  My scalp felt a stinging pain when it hit a hard object, and then I heard a loud "bang" and the harsh sound of the bed legs scraping the floor. The back of my head felt numb, my eyesight turned black, and I was about to faint.  However, the sharp pain in my chest that was pressing down on me after I fell to the ground stopped my unconscious function and brought me back to consciousness.  When I lay on the ground, I felt no pain from the series of attacks just now.  He arrived belatedly.  The burning pain in the eyes, ears, mouth, and nose did not last long, and turned into numbness after a while.  Then each becomes swollen.  At this time, based on experience, I knew that I had become a "pig head".  "The chest is injured, it doesn't matter if I hit him in the face!" Black Jack picked up my chin with his toes, turned my face against the floor to look at it, and then turned me over with sudden force.  "It's not bad! It's quite bearable! Strip him naked!" Black Jack circled me twice and looked at me for a while, while I kept coughing, trying to clear out the gastric juice that was stuck in my trachea.  As soon as he finished speaking, three big men rushed up from beside me. They tore the piece of cloth covering my body clean with all their hands, then took out the scanner and shook it on my body and found nothing.  The Black Jack shook his head.  I no longer cared about being ashamed of being naked, so I could only turn over with great effort, kneel on the ground with my hands, stretched my neck, and kept coughing. Finally, I spit out a mouthful of sour phlegm that blocked my trachea.  I straightened it out and couldn't wait to inhale the air into my lungs, but the inhalation was too big and pulled the old injury, which made me cough again.  "Boy! I have no time to talk nonsense with you, tell me! Where is the chip?" Black Jack tapped my dislocated chin with the toe of his shoe, and I couldn't help but groan out in pain.  This bastard knew that my jaw dropped and I was speechless and still asked questions. It was obvious that he was trying to trick me.  "Don't tell me?" I just rolled my eyes and glared at this guy, when I felt a sharp pain on my ankle.  After the little toe of the left foot made a crisp sound, it began to make a "sizzling" sound of fleshy flesh squeezing.  "Ah!!" My jaw was dislocated and I couldn't even pronounce the word. I could only scream in my throat to relieve the unbearable pain.  hot!  It's the only feeling on my feet?It was as if what was stepping on the flesh was not the sole of the shoe but a red-hot iron. The hot pain rushed from the soles of the feet to the forehead, making the brain sore.  "Hey! It's a bit like the strawberry pie my grandma makes!" Black Jack stepped on my toes and circled them a few times.  He smiled looking at the flat and pulpy pieces of meat.  "Haha!" A group of onlookers laughed loudly, their gloating eyes were so familiar, and the cruel smiling faces became my own in my eyes.  That¡¯s right!  Don't I usually look down at the prisoners we dismember like this?  I finally understand what ¡®retribution¡¯ means.  I let go of my tense body and lay on the floor panting, laughing along with them.  "Laughing? It seems you like this feeling?" Before Black Jack finished speaking, the little toe of my right foot turned into a meat patty as he curled up the corner of his mouth.  After the experience just now, the pain this time is not so sudden, although it is still painful and black.  But I had time to think about it. At this time, I must not suppress the urge to shrink my legs out of fear of pain, otherwise my toes, which have been crushed, would be torn away from my body by the force of my leg contractions.  I screamed with my eyes closed, and kept telling myself that even if the bones were broken, as long as the toes were still connected to the body, there was still a chance of recovery.  If it's ripped off, it's over.  "That's enough!" Little Tony shouted after the pain disappeared. I retracted my feet and held my smashed feet. All the toenail caps were gone, and the white pubic bones of the feet were removed from the toenails.  The head was exposed inside, and the flat piece of meat a moment ago has now quickly swelled into a blue-black sausage.  The muscles on the instep connected to the severed toe twitched involuntarily. Every time he touched, it caused a burst of electric pain. Every time the pain was heartbreaking, the muscles twitched instinctively  "You knocked his jaw off, what are you going to say to him!" Little Tony walked up to me, stretched out his hand, held my chin and lifted it up. The base of my ears hurt and my bite muscles found the focus of force again.  The tongue that was hanging down and unable to move can now move normally.  I stuck out my tongue and pushed against the movable back molar, and the broken crown and blood rolled onto my tongue.  "Bah!" I spit out the blood and broken teeth in my mouth to the ground, raised my head and looked at the soldier named Black Jack and smiled: "Can't you find the tracker on me?" "You are quite smart, don't pretend to be stupid.  It's caused us a lot of trouble. Where is it?" Black Jack stretched out his hand and pulled out the M9 saber from his chest and rubbed it on my face: "You can save yourself the pain by telling me." "Don't you have instruments? The famous Undertaker actually  You can't even find the tracker on me? Isn't that too bad?" I looked at the z2000 on his waist and recognized this guy as a member of the Undertaker.  "We dug out three trackers with different bands implanted under your skin, but the pursuers were still able to hit us. We scanned all bands, and there is no radio wave reflection. It seems that you used  What kind of special tracking technology is this? Since the equipment can¡¯t be found, I¡¯ll have to let you tell me yourself.¡± Black Jack pointed hard at my shoulder and gently picked it up.  He reopened the newly healed wound where the implant was implanted on my body, revealing the pink dermal tissue full of blood vessels.  "Have you never thought that maybe you guys with big front teeth and 'poker faces' are too stupid and are being chased all the time?" I lay on the ground and looked at Black Jack, who had spades tattooed on his face.  In fact, I have three trackers implanted under my skin, but because I suffered a severe gunshot wound when I was in Sudan, my spinal cord almost became paralyzed due to a crack in my spine. In order to fix the cracked bone and assist with movement, nails were inserted into my body.  A metal frame made of a special reactive metal.  The metal emits a unique wavelength, so the wolves aren't tracking me with a radio.  Instead, metal scanning technology is used, but this technology has a large error.  Of course I can't tell these guys about this, otherwise they will kill me if they break bones to get gold.  "Fuck!" Another heavy punch hit me in the face. This time it was the bridge of my nose that was broken. Fortunately, it had been broken several times during training, so I wasn't surprised if it turned to one side again.  .  It was just that the nosebleeds spurted out all over his face, and it was very uncomfortable to rub his hands on his sticky and warm face.  "Stop fighting! If you die, you will explain to the boss yourself." A middle-aged American brown-skinned man among the soldiers standing behind him suddenly stood in front of the circle and said to Black Jack: "The boss spent so much energy to catch  When he comes back, he doesn't come back with good food and food just for his enjoyment." After Heijiechong heard what the middle-aged man said, he stopped shaking his fist and turned around and said, "I told the boss about this.  If the tracker is not taken out, our whereabouts will be exposed sooner or later. The boss agreed that I would find a way to solve this problem." "But the boss did not allow you to kill him!" The middle-aged man seemed to be not in the same group as the mourner. He opened his mouth and kept silent.  You're obviously from the other camp.  "If he didn't put in some effort, how could he tell us his final guarantee of survival?" Black Jack stabbed me with the tip of the knife in different directions. The tip of the knife broke the skin and retreated, which was painful but did not bleed.  He looked like he was enjoying it as he watched me throb with pain after each drop of his knife.  "I know a way to break all tracking techniques put into the human body." A short Asian man standing in the crowd stood up speaking broken English. It turned out to be the Japanese who was laughing at me at the same time.  "What can I do?" "Call him."!  The hidden chips cannot withstand the impact of electric current even if they are implanted under the skin.  We connected him with electricity and solved all the problems.  "The Japanese mercenary with a pair of inverted triangular eyes smiled and his facial features were squeezed together, making him look like an undercooked bun. "Although the method is clumsy, it is still a solution.  "After hearing this, Black Jack looked at the overhead lamp, frowned and thought for a moment, then asked the Arab servant behind the crowd wearing a white scarf: "Where is your generator here?  "In the basement, sir!"  "The Arab servant's pronunciation turned out to be a very authentic British pronunciation. "Say it here?  Or go down and talk?  "The excited expression on Black Jack's face told me that he hoped that I would shut up and give him more opportunities to have fun. "I heard that electrotherapy can activate the active functions of the human body and is very effective in wound healing. Look at what's happening on my body.  There are so many openings, and it¡¯s too late to be happy about your proposal, so how can I refute your face?  "I clearly felt that my originally weak limbs could actually clench my fists after being beaten by him. I don't want to be a hero. In fact, the east side is about life. If I say it, it would be better to be half crippled than dead.  Forget it. Moreover, I have already been trained on the violence I will suffer after being captured, and they have taken care not to kill me, so I am confident that I can survive their torture. But when they carried me down to the dark  When I first smelled the bloody smell in the basement, I was still nervous and panicked, and stars kept flashing in front of my eyes. When I turned on the light, I couldn't help but take a breath. Because of the huge basement in front of me  , there is a huge difference between heaven and earth from the noble and elegant buildings on the ground. The huge basement can park six or seven tanks, and the debris accumulated in the original imagination is completely gone. The milky white lime walls have been painted many times and dried into  The cracked white lime layer is mixed with layers of dark red, looking like a multi-layered sandwich with strawberry jam. Not only the electric chair, but also a hunger cage, an iron gun, a charcoal chair, an electric drill, and a whip with an iron hook.  A large number of various strange instruments of torture such as suffocation hoods and hand-decapitation tables are filled in the basement of Nuoda. Their ferocious shapes and the wet blood stains on them make people want to urinate. But the most conspicuous one is a very  An ordinary shredder is used by the city sanitation department to clean up broken wood. But when it appears in this place, people can't help but think that what will be thrown into this thing is definitely not a tree stump. In the center  There is a large dining table opposite the cross. The paint on the six chairs beside the dining table has peeled off, and there is an old green fly swatter on the table. At the corner of the table is a Japanese "Toshiba" from the 1970s.  There was a TV set and a VCR, and next to an ashtray full of cigarette butts were placed full of hooks and saw blades. I was put on the electric chair, and the cold belts buckled my limbs. I didn't resist, because of this  Under such circumstances, it is better to save your strength to deal with the upcoming torture. Next to a row of knives marked with various voltages on the wall beside me, there is a piece of white paper stained with sweat and blood, which writes some typical electrical currents of the human body.  Reaction: ma can be felt 5ma pain ma incontinence (female victim 0ma paralysis/incontinence (male victim 20ma dangerous 30ma respiratory arrest 75ma irregular heartbeat 00ma extremely dangerous 4a cardiac arrest 5a death/skin begins to burn

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