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    The artist held the thin steel pipe in her hand like sewing a quilt and inserted it into my body which had been slightly swollen after taking medicine. She inserted the needle from the side without inserting it deeply, but buried it shallowly under the skin.  Although the medicine for reducing swelling was extremely effective, the swelling was still not completely gone. When he stabbed me, I didn¡¯t feel any special pain. At least it was nothing compared to the torture just now. I just looked at the red and swollen skin.  The snake-like protrusions are very disgusting.  Just as I was watching in horror as the woman knelt between my legs, forcing the steel pipe around my lower body and piercing it into my inner thighs, Munayin next to me said, "Does it hurt?" I looked at this woman covered in white scarf in surprise.  His sickly eyes were facing his cloudy eyes after taking off his sunglasses. Those eyes looked extremely disgusting as if someone had injected cream into the pupils.  No matter how familiar his voice was, I was sure I had never seen such "unique" eyes.  "Does it hurt?" I was looking at him in a daze, and the other party asked again.  "Uh! Uh!" I glared at this bastard with my eyes bulging out of my sockets, but the tape on my mouth prevented me from pouring out all the dirty words in my mouth. Only after I snorted until my nose spurted out, did he motion to his side.  The guy pulled off the tape on my mouth: "***! Of course it hurts! Fuck you ***! Come and try it? I guarantee you'll be happy." "Do you hate me?" The guy laughed silently when I said it hurt.  Although his face was covered with a white cloth and his face could not be seen, the upturned corners of his eyes squinted told me that this guy was excited.  "Be more curious!" I really don't understand why this guy puts so much effort into dealing with us. His words and sentences don't sound like someone from the military.  Why are you in trouble with us? I really want to understand.  But since I was imprisoned in human hands before, I didn¡¯t dare to ask any more questions.  For fear of causing death.  Obedience is the only way to survive in the hands of others. When the speed machine told me this, I used the Jewish concentration camp to mock him. Now that I am in the hands of others, I understand: a fish caught on the chopping board can survive without jumping.  After suffering for a while, he had to resort to a knife to have fun.  "Hehe!" The other party smiled with satisfaction and slowly leaned back on the wheelchair. After a while, he suddenly reached to the back of his head and opened the knot of the bandage.  The doctor behind him was startled and quickly took the lead and began to remove the strips of cloth wrapped around his face one by one.  His sudden move surprised me, and aroused my curiosity. Looking at the slowly revealed head, my heart began to rise to my chest, and my emotions became inexplicably aroused, even covering the painter.  The sharp pain of the steel pipe piercing my body.  But the face that finally appeared in front of me had facial features that were unrecognizable.  Because all his hair has fallen out.  The whole head looks like a big meat ball, and the top of the head is full of big festering pits.  The pink tender flesh on the cheeks lost the cover of the skin and became tangled and openly exposed to the air.  The alkaline white rotten leather harvest strips hang on both sides of the nose and cannot fall off.  The lips have also shrunk to the point where they cannot be closed, and the gums, which are full of yellow pits, are as dry as dung in the desert when exposed to the air.  "You can't recognize who I am, right?" Mu Naiyin looked at me with a puzzled look on his face and leaned close to me and asked, "You can't remember where you've seen this face before, right?" "That's right!" I was disappointed.  Withdrawing his gaze, he gritted his teeth and endured the painter's clumsy "female beauty" technique.  The tube pierced the uninjured instep, and the pain began to double. The damaged signals sent from the nerves made my bladder keep shaking, and I almost lost control and peed on the painter's face.  "I wasn't like this before. I had to be a high school prom prince! Of course it was in middle school." Mu Naiyin touched his face and smiled at me.  The muscles and gums that cannot contract look as disgusting as a living corpse in Resident Evil: "But now I don't have a single piece of skin all over my body, I cough up blood every day and urinate, have been incontinent for many years, become weak, have reduced vision, and will be infertile for life."  "Who do you think caused this?" "Me?" Looking back on the whole process, the answer was obvious. After hearing what he said, I raised my head and looked at him again, and began to wonder when I tortured people into this state.  But after thinking for a long time, I didn't get anything.  "Should I jump into the meat pot myself?" Mu Naiyin rolled the bandage into a ball and threw it on my face.  The smell of the disinfectant above stung my nose.  "I'm sorry! Maybe those electric currents and whippings damaged my brain. If possible, if I could give you your name, I think it would be easier to recall my memory." The screams of the trigger nearby had turned into fear.  To have substantive content.  The soles of his feet were already bloody and bloody. Every time the iron brush slid across the muscle lines, he began to straighten his body and keep licking his thighs. Yellow-red urine began to drip down the seam of his trousers.  This is only the size of a palm on the foot!  "Damn it! I told you to be sharp-tongued and sharp-tongued!" Mu Naiyin snatched the rubber stick from the person next to me and slapped my side.  But the painter grabbed him by the tail of the stick.  "I don't care if you beat him to death, but break the iron pipe that I worked so hard to wear. I won't let you go." The angelic face of the painter who was interrupted from her work was so angry that she twisted it. I have never underestimated her love for "work".  Enthusiastic, but I didn¡¯t expect it to be so crazy.  The two pairs of eyes full of gunpowder locked for a moment. What I didn't expect was that the employer was the first to give in.  Mu Naiyin let go of his hand and left the rubber stick in the painter's hand. He lay back in the wheelchair and began to breathe. Then he said sincerely: "I'm sorry! I'm so excited!" "I'm sorry too!" The painter threw away the rubber stick and thought for a moment.When you apologize, you must be surrounded by other people's subordinates now. If the other person is annoyed, it will be over.  "Please continue!" Mu Naiyin valued my suffering more than my face, which showed that he hated me to a certain extent.  The painter re-immersed himself in his artistic creation. He took out a vise and made a small opening at the upper and lower ends of the steel pipe. A filling bucket was connected to the top and the sewer was connected to the bottom.  Then he stood up and took a step back, looking around me and checking the catheter wrapped under the skin.  Now I am like a coil, full of "annual rings".  "What are you doing? He has been busy for a long time and it seems he doesn't even feel any pain." Black Jack looked at me who had become "fat" with confusion on his face.  "Hehe!" The painter looked at me and smiled with satisfaction. He gently stroked the thin protrusions through the skin with his fingers and came to my face and said, "The excitement has just begun. Next, I will start filling the steel pipe with hot water.  , starting from 40 degrees and gradually increasing the temperature until it reaches 100 degrees. If you haven¡¯t told me yet, I will add dissolved tin water, lead water, and finally top-grade rogue post bar copper water. The high temperature of a thousand degrees can not only heat human blood  When I go to Youyou, I can even boil people's brains. If it's not too busy and I don't have all the tools, I can peel off his scalp and saw off a small piece of his skull so that you can watch his brains being boiled. I also  I don¡¯t see anyone staying up to 80 degrees.¡± ¡°Hiccup!¡± Little Tony next to him couldn¡¯t help but belched the sour gas rising from his stomach when he heard this.  "This has the same effect as extracting blood, heating it and then injecting it back into the human body, right?" A mercenary of the Undertaker nearby couldn't help but shudder when he said this. It seemed that he had been tortured like this.  "That's right!" "I've tasted that feeling. No one can survive the heated blood dialysis." The guy held his arms and trembled as he was tortured by the painful memory.  "You are really a genius. You actually used only a steel wire to replace the expensive equipment used for dialysis." Black Jack finally bowed his head to the painter at this time.  "I also learned from books. This is also a kind of ancient Eastern criminal law. I always feel that although the old-style criminal law is simple, it is the most shocking, and the most entertaining and destructive." The painter was like a  Erudite professors preach bloody philosophy to ignorant others.  "Hehe! Okay! Okay! This is good! This is good!" Mu Naiyin clapped her hands and laughed when she heard this. The hesitation that she had just been contradicted by the painter was swept away: "Quick! Quick! Start quickly." "I am happy to comply!  "The painter opened the lid of the pot on the stove next to him, scooped up a cup of boiling water from the cauldron used for marching and poured it gently into the funnel on my shoulder: "I am impressed that you can survive the fire needle torture. To show our respect, we will  Start directly from 00 degrees. I felt a fiery red strip slowly push down from the shoulder, and very slowly pull the skin and flesh apart along the pipe buried under the skin. From the shoulder to the soles of the feet, it felt like being put in  In the oil pan. It felt ten times more painful than the fire needle pricking the body just now. The whole person felt as if he had fallen into the endless hell of fire, suffering from the scorching flames for thousands of years. The skin all over his body was melted by the high temperature, and slipped from the skeleton like paste.  I kept yelling and struggling, trying to break away from the endless pain. But the steel pipe was buried under my skin. No matter how crazy I shook my body, I couldn't get rid of the chromium iron hoops on my body. The extreme pain created an illusion.  It made me feel like my skin was wrapped around me like boiling asphalt, and I wished that the heavenly spirit would open a crack in the cover and I would rush out of the skin like a snake in search of relief. When survival became a boundless pain, my will began to collapse, and everything  Everything lost its original meaning. The psychological world that I had carefully built in Yuyou's mind began to swell, and all the memory rooms began to become soft. Then slowly melted away. As the feeling of blood in Yuyou intensified, my eyes  Red snowflakes began to float upwards, but they flew to the line of sight and accumulated there, until the world in my eyes turned blood red. At this time, not only did I lose control of my urine, but my anus also lost its function, and a stench came out of my pants.  It came out of nowhere, but I didn't notice it at all. "Does anyone want to say anything?  "I don't know whose voice came. It sounded like a call from heaven. "57, 58, **!  59. 0. It hurts me to death!  Hold!  Hold!  Hold!  , 2, 3" Trigger shouted from the side in a strangely modified voice. I didn't know what he was counting. The more people on the side asked him, the louder the shout got. "What about you?  If you say so, I will stop pouring hot water and end your pain.  "When I heard that strange promise, I was willing to believe it for no reason at all. But driven by the excruciating torture, my desire to stop was so strong that it almost burst my chest. "Please!  Stop it!  " As soon as I said the words of begging for mercy, my heart was broken, and then all the words of lack of ambition came out. In fact, it is not that difficult to surrender. It is much easier to break up and lose the restraint of morality. It seems to be trapped in the body.  The pain in his heart also poured out along the cracks of his dignity. Speaking also activated his paused mind, and his consciousness, which had been paralyzed by the severe pain in his body, came to life again. "Haha!  This guy is really shameless" The people watching on the side wiped the sweat from their heads and happily listened to my plea. "That's right!  He could say such shameless things.  "A monkey is a monkey!"  ""Ha ha.  He¡¯s really a loser" "It should be because the painter¡¯s skills are good!  ""right!  right!  right!  "" Members of the UndertakerLooking at the scruffy-bearded amateurs around me, I despised them for their shamelessness.  "That's enough!" Little Tony impatiently interrupted the noise of the men next to him, turned around and glanced at them and coldly taunted: "You know nothing! No matter how embarrassed he is, no matter how embarrassed he is, he still utters a sentence  Is it what I want? The mud just can¡¯t be painted on the wall! Humph!¡± ¡°That¡¯s right! When you¡¯re being tortured, as long as you don¡¯t tell the other person what he wants to know, there¡¯s no shame in telling the color of mom¡¯s underwear!¡± Hei  Jack unbuttoned his collar and took off his shirt, revealing his upper body covered with cuts.  Pointing to his heart tattooed with a burning shield, he said: "I am sweating from the heat as I stand here. It is really hard to imagine the pain he is suffering now. Although this guy is an enemy, if we meet on the battlefield, each of us will fight based on his ability."  A fair fight will definitely be exciting." "Yes! It's exciting just thinking about it. A team that can cultivate such tough guys" The fists clenched by the giant black man next to him "cracked" loudly, and his face was full of excitement.  A look of longing.  The painter even crossed her arms, one hand was squeezing her breasts, and the other hand was stroking a tattoo on her waist. She didn't know what she was thinking about. From her clenched lower lip and trembling knees, she knew how happy she was.  extent.  "He's so ripe that you can smell the fragrance! Add a little salt and it will look more like the big fried ants back home." The young mercenary who had been standing behind Mu Naiyin was extremely cautious. He was encouraged by the cruel and lewd sight in front of him.  Gained the courage to speak in front of seniors.  When his fellow villagers heard what he said, they all looked in agreement, and even Mu Naiyin nodded his head and laughed.  "Colombian giant ant?" I was drowsy, and suddenly remembered the specialties of the countries I had fought in, and where were the snacks they mentioned, "Cali Cruz! Are you Cali Cruz, the big Colombian drug dealer?"  Hehe? Huh?" Mu Nayin, who was smiling happily, heard my words and immediately drove away his smile. He stared at his big eyes with sticky eyelids and said with a straight face: "I underestimated you!  Xingtian!"

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