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Text Chapter 132: Die, come alive!  (3)

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    "You had a chance to escape this disaster in the room just now. If you regret it now, it's still too late." As the only military doctor present, little Tony naturally took on the task of checking my body.  The final result was that half a month of recovery was enough to heal the wound. Although I could not withstand the severe beatings, electric shocks that did less physical damage to the muscles still could not kill me.  Anyway, they had no intention of letting me leave without any damage.  As long as they don't die, they can accept being half-dead.  "Tony! Where are you from? You keep speaking for him. Do you have a crush on him?" A few new faces squeezed in, some in military uniforms, some in suits, of all races.  Everything.  The speaker was a beautiful-looking Barbie-type woman with blond hair and big boobs. Her white skin had been tanned to light brown and she looked very healthy.  "I just have a good impression of him." When I saw little Tony who was helping me tie my belt, he smiled shyly at me.  It turns out that he is gay. Although I think he has a delicate appearance, I have never thought about being gay, because Almighty and his lover both look very tough, and many of the men dressed as shemales in "Bloody Goblin" are actually 100% gay.  I am heterosexual, so after a long time, I became a little tired of the sexual orientation of the men around me.  But what I find most ridiculous is that my appearance can actually attract the love of people of the same sex.  I'm kind of flattered!  "Thank you!" I didn't know how to respond, so I replied politely. Unexpectedly, he was shocked.  "You don't have to force yourself to respond to me. I'm used to it!" Little Tony listened to the laughing voice behind him and expressionlessly took out a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat from my face, and then connected the electric wire to the ground.  He put the board on my wrist and under my gut and whispered softly: "The equipment is really old. This old thing may burn your skin." "It's okay! I don't rely on my face to make a living!" In fact, I was already scared in my heart.  When it reaches the extreme, my heart feels sweet.  His courage was filled with knowledge from previous torture training.  I know that the pain caused by electrocution is different from the pain caused by other criminal methods. It is extremely unbearable. Even the strongest people will not be able to help shouting and screaming under the stimulation of strong electric current.  I have seen torturers carry out this kind of punishment on prisoners. All the victims suffered a tragic fate. Those who were burned to cokes by excessive current were relatively lucky, because this damn torture could continue.  There will be no numbness when the pain reaches its extreme like some forms of torture.  When electrocution is repeatedly applied to a victim, the pain will become more intense each time, and if it is mastered well, even if the pain is unbearable, the victim will never fall into coma, which is very beneficial to torture.  This is why electrocution is more severe than other criminal laws.  An even more inhumane place.  Moreover, sometimes when you are subjected to electrocution for interrogation, it is not something you can survive just by hardening your teeth. When a strong electric current passes through the body for a long time, it will cause a disorder in the nervous system of the victim. If a person is electrocuted two or three times, he will become sluggish.  , unresponsive, and the body and mind are greatly damaged. Under long-term repeated mechanical interrogation, the body will involuntarily confess.  As a required course in torture training, I myself once sat in the electric chair.  I have experienced this method with a very high success rate under relatively "safe" current.  I couldn't eat during that month, and the feeling of dysfunction still recurred from time to time six months later.  Fortunately, these guys just wanted to remove the tracker on me through this method, which should be within my tolerance. After all, I survived from the butcher guy, and his "safety" range is quite wide.  "Ready!" Little Tony would fasten my feet with copper rings to complete the circuit, and then took out a brace and stuffed it into my mouth, because when the electric current hits the muscles, it will cause uncontrollable behavior similar to epilepsy.  Sometimes he bites off his tongue.  Then he opened the medical kit and stood next to me, giving me an apologetic look and said.  "Very good! Thank you!" A strange voice came from the stairs. After hearing this voice, half of the soldiers in military uniforms changed from a casual posture to a standing posture. Although the remaining soldiers were not so  They were serious, but did not yell or curse any more, and they all looked towards the entrance.  An Arab man in his thirties wearing a suit walked out of the stairs, surrounded by bodyguards. The originally large basement seemed a little crowded after so many people squeezed in.  The Arab man who spoke approached.  Only then did I see his face clearly.  The man was short and had thick black curly hair.  He has a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and only a mustache. There is no beard on his chin, revealing a smooth double chin. A decent custom-made suit is worth a lot of money.  Although I was sure I had never seen this person before, his appearance looked very familiar as if I had seen him somewhere.  This person stood a foot away from the rubber padding under the electric chair and stopped. He looked me up and down for a moment before taking a step forward and walking up to me. He reached out to brush away my messy hair from the beating and looked at the tattoos on my temples.  Then he took a step back, took out a silk handkerchief and wiped off my sweat on his fingertips, and then opened his mouth expressionlessly: "Five-star red flag? There are people in China active in the mercenary world?" I don't know what he wants to do.  , and I am using my brain to search for the origin of this person, so? Didn't answer him.  The Japanese in the crowd were the first to speak: "It's rare! There is no organized Chinese mercenary team. The most common ones are Chinese from the French Foreign Legion, but those people got French atlas after serving, so they no longer have it."  They are considered Chinese.¡± ¡°Even if they did not obtain French nationality due to violating military regulations, they have already given up their Chinese nationality and have become a person without a country. It is more common to become bodyguards for Asian political and business people and gangsters.  There are very few people who can work as mercenaries, and even fewer people who can become so famous." A black man next to him pinched open a peanut and threw it into his mouth and threw the shell to the ground.  The Arab man frowned when he saw the peanut shells on the ground, and moved slightly to avoid the garbage on the ground.  "Famous?" The man seemed to be a high-ranking figure here, but he never ordered any executions since he came in. He just kept looking at me, looking very natural.  And I became even more nervous as time dragged on.  The deafening roar of the diesel generator next to me and the dazzling light of the large 00W light bulb indicating that the electric chair was working properly made me start scratching my chest like a rat in my heart.  "He killed the famous founder of the "Blue Light" mercenary, Lieutenant Colonel Gus, with his bare hands. He bit him alive! Eaten him alive!" I never knew that I was so famous in the industry, listening to Black Jack's narration  The exaggerated nightmare that had haunted me for many years gave me the urge to laugh for the first time.  "With his throat cut off!" "So, he got the nickname "Ghoul"." "" A group of people started talking in a hurry, and most people were skeptical about this story.  Attitude.  But more people, like the Arab men, looked at the thick scars on my neck and listened with interest.  "So that's it! Then I'm even more curious about how long a tough guy with such a legendary experience can last on the electric chair before telling me. Your damn companions are in our hidden location in Iraq." The words the Arab man spat out shook my heart.  The tension and insecurity were driven away.  "Iraq? This is Iraq?" When I heard this, I suddenly remembered who the man in front of me was: "Are you Qusay! Saddam's second son?" The man looked at me and recognized him. He was not very happy, it was just a symbol.  He nodded coquettishly, then walked up to me and lowered his head in front of me, staring at me with fierce eyes: "Your teammates are under the control of the devil America. They have been doing evil for bandits in our land for a long time. Detective  They spied on intelligence, killed innocent Iraqi people, and a few days ago they were even bolder to assassinate me. This is nothing, the most unforgivable thing is that they broke into the palace privately, intending to harm my respected father. Allah bless! Praise the Supreme Allah.  ! Under the protection of Almighty Allah, my father was not harmed. But your behavior can no longer be tolerated. I don¡¯t expect to get an answer from you easily, but I am confident that I will get an answer from you."  And I didn't even pay attention to what he said.  Because I devoted myself wholeheartedly to my own thinking: I was captured in Afghanistan and now I am in Iraq. The voice of the mourner on the phone is definitely not from the "prince" in front of me. Could it be that that guy also works for Qusay?  But Yilachong has been blocked by the United States for ten years, including food, medicine, and electrical appliances.  Even for tourists, Iraq has difficulty accessing civilian news from abroad, let alone military information.  We have to go through many twists and turns to buy weapons from Russian gangsters who also share the Islamic faith, but we can get such real-time military information about our marching positions in Afghanistan?  Who is helping them?  "I know you have been in contact with your accomplices in Iraq, and I want to know all the hiding places of your wolves in Iraq and the Middle East." Qusay said after taking a step back.  "Many people believe that they were interrogated for a purpose. If the purpose is not achieved, we will not kill you or him. This has become the support for many people to survive the torture." Kusai lightly dusted the ceiling of the cave with his hand.  A few specks of dust fell on my shoulders.  He looked at me and pointed at the crusher behind him emotionlessly and said: "But I don't have much patience. If you don't tell me, I will torture others and get the answer. And you will be thrown into the crusher alive."  , starting from the feet, I will crush you into pieces piece by piece. If I am in a good mood, I will send you to Diqiu all at once. If not, maybe I will pull you up when you reach the knee, and then heal your foot injury, and then intermittently  ¡­¡±Aha!  I finally understood why the crusher was here. Although I thought it was used to break up corpses, but was it thrown in alive?  It sounds a little depressing.  "Let's do it!" Kusai waved his hand to a soldier standing next to the switch. The guy reached out and pulled down the hand switch before pushing up to close the circuit.  "Our boss said he would not interrogate him until he and the painter came back." The talkative young man whom I had seen on the top of the mountain in Afghanistan stood up from the chair next to the TV and said to Qusay.  "Do you have any doubts about the authority of my decision?" Kusai just glanced at that guy when he heard what he said, but for many years he has commanded thousands of troops from a high position, wielded the power of life and death, and the momentum created with human lives is not something that ordinary people can resist.  , just a simple look made the talkative boy Zhong Jin fall back into his chair.  "They have someone else? Who is it? They are not a group" Before the thoughts in his mind could be fully developed, the electric current coming from the electric board under his wrist and organ paralyzed the brain nerves, and there was a thunderous sound in his ears.There was a sound, and the darkness in front of my eyes swirled and I felt clear.  All thinking functions were knocked to pieces in an instant. Billions of cells throughout the body were pierced as if by red-hot steel needles. The large and small nerves were corroded by sulfuric acid. The severe pain of the corroding boiled the blood and penetrated into the bone marrow. The muscles spasmed involuntarily.  , the internal organs seemed to be rubbed by countless big hands, and the strong nausea was more indescribable than seasickness.  My body is not consciously driven.  As if being exploded by a bomb, the buttocks were instinctively bounced forward by the strong electric current.  The power was so great that the electric chair, which weighed hundreds of kilograms, jumped up. After it crashed back to the ground with a loud bang, the only feeling I had was that I was like an inflated balloon, and all the blood vessels were swelling to the point of collapse.  burst.  What I needed was another kind of strength to resist this infinite swelling. The feeling of the belts on my arms, waist and legs restraining my forward movement allowed me to find a channel to divert the pain, so I tried my best to use my body to push away.  Those restraints.  From the belt strangling the body to the painful resistance current causing severe pain.  I kept struggling and convulsing, and finally the force was so strong that I broke a strap at my wrist and threw off an electrode on my hand, but it did not make the situation better. The electric current was still burning and frying my nerves.  Various colored patches began to appear in front of my eyes. I tried desperately to pass out, but I was always just a little short of losing consciousness.  The braces placed in my mouth were of no use at all. I had no strength to bite my teeth.  In addition to roaring with his throat.  I can't even control my tongue.  The pain continued, continued, continued It was like being thrown into the fiery hell for ten thousand years.  The current suddenly disappeared. My arched body fell back to the chair like a roof without support. My whole body seemed to have been scattered and lost its original function. My chest felt tight, my head felt swollen and painful, and my gastric juices were uncontrollable.  It surged up into my throat, rushed out of my numb mouth, and vomited all over my body.  "Where is the hiding place of mud stuffiness again Yila restraint?" I couldn't think anymore except feeling uncomfortable.  All the sounds coming into my ears were out of tune, like listening to someone talking through the car window.  "Pa!" My face went numb.  After being slapped, my hearing became more sensitive, and I just heard Black Jack's voice coming into my ears: "Hey, it was only less than half a minute. I can play with you for the whole day, if you like.  . Where are your hiding places in Iraq and the Middle East?" "Bah!" I spit out the acid water in my mouth and lay down on the back of the chair.  Wanting to use the coldness of the chair wood to relieve the burning pain on his back, he looked feebly at the group of men and women in front of him: "It's useless to tell you! As soon as I was arrested, the contact information and location we used before were  All are invalid, the backup plan is random, and I don¡¯t know the location currently used. ¡°That¡¯s why we want you to tell us all the locations.  do not worry!  We have enough manpower to check them one by one.  "If you say so!"  You can try the Doha Military Camp, which is closest to here. We have a VIP private room on the 2nd floor of Building 3.  It¡¯s only 00 kilometers across the border, just over an hour¡¯s journey!  "I kept talking, trying to buy more time before the next execution. "Why didn't you say that you still have a private bathroom in the White House?  "Of course Black Jack knows that Doha Military Camp is the largest military base of the United States in Kuwait, with more than 10,000 American troops there. The flesh and blood that had not yet been numbed were once again thrown into the fire cellar. The feeling just now and the pain that hit this time  It is simply incomparable. When an alternating current that is twice as much as the previous one passes through the body, the muscles will not only spasm. As the current increases, this spasm will cause muscle soreness to severe pain. Spasm of the thoracoabdominal diaphragm will make breathing impossible, and the heart will feel like it is being hit.  It was as numb as a steel needle piercing it, and then it began to feel like it was being separated from the body, as if one's own flesh had been cut and pulled up but the connected tendons and skin were cut off. In the extreme pain of killing the heart and liver, the sphincter muscles in the crotch were completely lost.  As the control expanded, urine and feces flowed out of the body from the incontinence pipe, and as the body was thrown into the pants, the legs flowed out and covered the ankles. "Tell me the location.  I'll remove the knife!  "I tilted my head back and raised my eyes in the direction facing Black Jack who was standing by the electric switch. He looked at me with a pity expression and said, "Just one place, simple!  Even if it¡¯s somewhere you don¡¯t often go!  "The thinking function of the brain that had stopped began to operate under the instinct of survival. Several addresses that had been prepared in the mind and forgotten before sitting on the electric chair jumped out unconsciously, sliding along the electrified nerves.  Then I rushed to the door. "In" Before the first word of the place name slipped out of my mouth, I suddenly felt a chill in my heart. Before I realized which address I wanted to say, I nodded sharply, and my chin hit my chest firmly.  . The place name that almost came out was cut off before it could be formed into a sentence. "In what?"  "Black Jack interrupted his sentence when he saw the first word I uttered. He turned the adjusting resistor violently, and the current flowing through my body suddenly increased as the voltage increased. My body was originally swinging like a pendulum.  He stopped twitching due to the violent electric current, and pressed forward from his chest to his lower abdomen, forming an abnormal arch in the air. "In your mother's bedroom, your mother tastes like butter pine."  Cake" I screamed desperately, without the help of my tongue. When the sentence came out of my mouth, it was no longer the tone I thought. "***?"After I screamed out a sentence, Black Jack lowered the current to listen to what I was shouting. But when he came closer to hear the curse words I spat out, he became angry and twisted the wheel in his hand to the end, and then moved it  I turned the buttons on the side back and forth. I couldn't scream. As the intensity, wave type, phase, and frequency of the alternating current changed, the muscles seemed to be ripped away from the bones layer by layer. The cells all over the body were swelling.  , stinging, flames were erupting from the seven orifices, and something was indeed pouring out from the eyes, ears, and nose. But the indescribable pain did not decrease with the things pouring out. Originally, I  A thought suddenly appeared in my chaotic mind: Why should I persist? In fact, if I say it, nothing will happen? That¡¯s right! Say it! The worst case scenario is death, and you don¡¯t have to suffer this kind of life.  It would be worse than death. This thought was so fierce that it almost swallowed up all the thinking space, and there were no other thoughts in my mind. A series of place names lined up from the brain down the cheeks to the tongue, but they did not match the mouth.  The liquid inside was squeezed into piles and blocked together. The nose was also blocked by something. The air pressure caused by the airtight mouth and nose was like a needle draining the space in the chest and abdomen, and the front, chest and back were  They were sucked together so tightly that even my brain seemed to be sucked into my brain When I regained consciousness, I found that little Tony was picking up my mouth and taking something out. While he was taking it out, he shouted: "Spit."  !  vomit!  vomit!  ", driven by the suppressed strong nausea. My nose kept sucking something into my stomach along with the air, and then filtered out the gas and rushed out of the trachea with a turbid sound. It pried open the impurities blocking my throat.  Teeth spurted out. "Ahem!  cough!  Cough" The strong coughing made my lungs hurt. It wasn't until I felt like I was about to break all the branch tubes that I coughed up that I could clearly see that what I was spitting out at first was the crushed braces and yellow-white foam, and in the end, all the yellow-green bile was spit out.  came out. In the process of greedily sucking free air into the body, the muscles that were originally stimulated by the electric current slowly stiffened, and the hands and feet began to go numb. The eyes turned black again. "Don't stop!  Keep breathing!  breathe!  Don't stop" After cleaning the dirt from my mouth, little Tony took out a paper bag from his pocket, put it on my face, and shouted in my ear. He breathed in the smelly gas again as he breathed out  My body, due to the lack of carbon dioxide, the symptoms of excessive gas consumption were relieved, and the stone-hard muscles regained their flexibility. I sat back down in the feces and urine I had excreted due to incontinence, not caring about feeling sick or embarrassed about it, and I hurriedly  He cast his gaze on the faces of the people in front of him. He desperately wanted to know if he had leaked any information when he lost consciousness. Because the feeling just now was not shock. It was about losing the main consciousness and entering the subconscious, just like being beaten.  Just like Veritacum, the subconscious mind can easily respond to external stimuli. If questioned, it is likely to give an instinctive answer. The crowd on the opposite side was silent, and everyone looked at me with wide eyes, as if they were looking at some monster.  ."You are strong!"  I admit.  "Kuse looked at me quietly. The servant next to him was lying on the ground and wiping the dirt on his shoes: "I admire your loyalty to your friends!  But that won't save you from the electric chair.  "As he spoke, he looked down at the colorful stains on his trousers and frowned. He turned around to leave and looked back up: "Sooner or later you will tell me, the only difference is that you can suffer less physical pain.  ,Why not do it?  "After pausing for a moment and realizing that I was immersed in the joy of not leaking the secret and ignoring him, I turned to the others and said, "Let me know when he does it!  I wanted to know their hideouts and contacts in Iraq, and who was in the land who assisted them in their attempts to assassinate me and my father.  After saying that, he could no longer restrain his disgust at the stains on his body, turned around and wanted to leave. "Wait a minute!"  "I blew my (xig) nose hard, but I couldn't clear the blockage in my nose. I raised my head and looked in the mirror facing me, only to realize that my eyes were bruised as big as walnuts, and my mouth, nose, and  Blood overflowed from the corners of his eyes, and it condensed on his face, making him look like a ghost drawing a talisman. "What?"  "Kusei heard my voice and looked back at me in surprise. "Americans will never give up this honor to others. The people who assassinated you and your father are definitely not our people.  "From his words, I learned that I didn't reveal anything unconsciously, and I was full of confidence in the torture training I had received. I couldn't help but talk a lot when I was in a good mood. "Why?  Kusai saw that I was so sure, and raised his eyebrows in question. "Because if someone from our wolf pack took action, you would already be the smelly meat in the morgue!"  "" Kusai turned around angrily and rushed over after hearing my words. However, he stopped suddenly in front of the urine on the rubber blanket. After several attempts, he didn't dare to step on it. He turned around angrily and looked for it.  A whip was rounded up and struck on my legs. As a result, the wet pants were whipped hard and more filth was thrown out. As he pulled back his boots, it splashed all over him. The whip fell to the ground, and two  The prince's limit of purity was crossed. "Give me a good trial!"  "Throwing away an insignificant order, Kusai covered his face with a handkerchief and rushed out of the execution room. Everyone was stunned when they saw the respected big man jumping up and down for such a trivial matter. He was YiThe commander of the Republican Guard, the elite unit of the Republic of Korea.  A man who leads troops.  If he can't even bear this bit of dirt, how can he train soldiers by example?  What will be the combat effectiveness of the soldiers under his command?  "Ha! Ha! Ha!" Familiar laughter sounded from behind the crowd: "He is indeed the number one in the mercenary world - a member of the wolf pack. He can even pee to fight off the enemy. Impressive! Impressive!" Yes  he!  The voice on the phone!  Who on earth went through all the trouble and put up such a big battle to capture a little mercenary like me?  I straightened my neck and looked in the direction of the sound, and a short figure walked out of the human wall

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