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    "Silly b!" I lay on the ground, watching the Queen of Hearts reveal half of her face that was shining with silver from the lead furnace, and spat on his face.  It took all my strength to escape from the shadow of sodomy. I could only quietly admire the pristine starry sky through the huge gap at the top of the corridor. My physical condition really did not allow me to escape beyond my ability.  **.  I can only listen to the sparse gunfire outside, hoping that it will become denser and closer.  There was the sound of rolling stones in my ears, and I turned my head to look in the direction of the noise, Kali.  Cruz was holding his head and supporting the wall, standing up and looking around.  I wanted to pick up the Queen of Hearts weapon, but my fingers, swollen and swollen by the electric current, were not even thick enough to reach into the trigger guard.  And Cali.  Cruz smiled triumphantly when he saw me lying on the ground in pieces of rotten flesh. He seemed to be proud of torturing me to the point where I didn't even think about escaping.  "Are you still alive? Boss!" Several faces covered in black and gray appeared at the entrance of the cave, looking down. The passage leading to the stairs was blocked by rubble, and they could only enter from above by hanging ropes.  "I'm fine!" Cali looked back at the bodyguards falling from the sky and asked, "What's going on?" "I think the "wolf pack" is coming!" Black Jack found the Queen of Hearts lying on the ground, stunned, and waited.  He frowned when he saw the severed wounds on the leg sockets of the corpse. He pulled out his pistol and pointed it at the painter who was leaning against the wall and said, "Did you do it?" "Hey! Hey!" The painter smiled happily and nervously.  Pointing at the Queen of Hearts, he said, "He even took care of his butt!" "Is that you?" Black Jack looked at the useless Cali.  With his limbs still tied to the trigger, Cruz finally turned the gun and pointed it in my face.  "If you are not satisfied with the service of this little bitch, please find another one." Lying on the ground, he listened to the sound of gunshots getting smaller and smaller, and his heart became colder and colder.  The pain suppressed by hope burned again along the nerves.  After killing the pervert Hong Tao, I knew that I was definitely finished. When I heard the sound of the cock in Black Jack's hand being loaded, I could only comfort myself in my heart: At least I would still be "complete" when I died.  "What are you doing? Are you angry? Your people are useless!" Kali.  Cruz picked up the loaded z2000 from my hand and shook it: "If you can't clean up the trash that can't hold the gun firmly, what's the use of keeping it? Just die!" "Fuck you!  ¡± Blackjack pointed back at Cali.  Cruz cursed with his nose: "My men are always as good as ten when they go to the battlefield. It's a shame to die here for someone like you." Although he cursed fiercely, the muzzle of the gun was lowered.  "You didn't die for me, you died for the information I had." Cali.  Cruz was still smiling proudly, but the taste turned into black jack.  Everything comes from the feeling of being in control.  "Jesus! You guys look terrible! Did they retreat?" Cali.  Cruz looked at the hole in his head and the miserable condition of the mercenaries who came in one after another and were covered in blood and said in a stunned tone.  "No!" Little Tony was covered in blood. It seemed that he had rescued many wounded people: "They just disappeared!" "You didn't kill any of them?" Cali.  Cruz scolded these guys with disbelieving eyes: "You are also known as the elite of the EU, but you haven't killed even one? Not one?" "Then what are you doing here?" Cali.  Cruz spread his hands and looked around at everyone, questioning why they were here instead of searching.  "Kuse led the Republican Guard to chase us. We have been exposed and we should withdraw from here." Blackjack pointed to the sky and said: "In a few minutes, NATO missiles will fall into the living room with Bush's autograph.  "How did they find it here? What kind of technology can still work after that kind of electric shock." A guy among the mourners who seemed to be in charge of electronic equipment came to touch the trigger.  All he needed was a screwdriver to tear him into pieces.  "No matter what skills they have, we must deal with these two guys now." Black Jack pointed at the two of us and said: "The two of them can't go with us, otherwise they will drag us down." "No!  I will never leave them alone!" Kali.  Cruz was excited when he heard this, with nosebleeds and saliva splashing everywhere: "We we will never leave them alone. Don't you say you really want to fight the wolves head-on? Isn't this an opportunity?  What? Afraid?" "No! This is different! The things we carry now do not allow us to act on our own initiative." Black Jack waved his hand, and the soldiers behind him turned and left to prepare for retreat.  "Then let's go separately!" Cali.  Cruz motioned to his men to lift me and Trigger out of the gap with chains.  The painter was extremely frustrated and bent both ends of the steel pipe on my body without any thought of pulling it out. It seemed that he would be subjected to that fatal punishment again if he had the opportunity in the future.  "If you don't kill these two people now, sooner or later they will be rescued. As you can see, they are not the gangsters you saw during drug busts. They are professional killers, and there is no way to pry them open with this method.  The only way now is to take the two of them back to our headquarters and use a large number of advanced equipment to spend some time to achieve a breakthrough." Black Jack pointed at the torture instruments scattered on the ground and shouted angrily:  "You will only play with fire if you insist on having your own way!" "I have made preparations so that I can't ask anything. If notIf I can't get rid of them, then they will follow me and eat as much as they can, and I can accept it.  "Calli. When Cruz said this, there were no other members of the Undertaker who were still present, and he said: "You don't need me to remind you, you know it.  Getting rid of the wolves is more than just an agreement between me and your superiors.  This is also a crucial step in the entire blueprint.  It is your mission and your destiny to fight the wolves to the death!  Colonel!  I will act as a bait to catch the wolves in front, while you will be behind" "And I will also ensure that even if these two people are rescued.  It will no longer be of any use.  "Calli. Cruz took out a box from his medical kit and took out two syringes and said. "Have you ever injected drugs before?  "Cali Cruz asked as he walked to Trigger and shook the dripping needle. Trigger stared at the liquid splashing on him, swinging desperately to shake off those things that were as dangerous as sulfuric acid in his eyes."  There's no way to escape it!  I thought people like you who have been through this would find it easier to accept reality.  I warn you!  This isn't some shit laced with talcum powder and ashes, this is number five.  New product, 99.9% pure.  If the dosage is not controlled well, it can kill people.  "Cali Cruz saw the despair in Trigger's eyes and understood that he knew about such high-purity heroin. Once infected, there is absolutely no way to quit. "The only way to confess his drug use history is to accept his fate. No one in the wolf pack likes to take drugs.  , but people like us always need something to anesthetize ourselves, so LSD, a hallucinogen that is even less dangerous and destructive than alcohol, has become everyone's favorite.  "Lysergic acid diethylamide? That useless thing? Come! Let me teach you the beauty of the king of drugs" Kali.  After hearing this, Cruz shook his head and pushed out more than half of the liquid in the syringe before inserting the trigger. After the injection, he took out the syringe and threw it away. He picked up a new one and walked towards me: "What about you?" "Nicotine?"  "I also accept that the truth will not be difficult for me. A drug overdose is not the way I like to die.  "Smoking is bad for your health! That stuff will kill you." Cali.  Cruz stuck the needle into my vein.  Squeezing the push rod and injecting heroin into my vein, an itching lightning flashed from the needle, and then my whole body, head, and nerves were shocked by an explosive electric shock of pleasure. In addition to the orgasmic pleasure, there was no other feeling.  Nothing left All the pain in my body disappeared, and the intense fatigue made me fall into a state of half-asleep and half-awake.  I could still hear the conversations of the people around me clearly, but the scene in my mind changed again.  I felt like I was flying into the sky, with a rainbow around my neck and stars falling on my back.  I kiss the sun and hold the moon in my hand.  "Maybe the dose is too small!" Cali.  Cruz's face appears in the picture in his mind, and his ugly appearance becomes cartoonish and looks much cuter.  "You don't want to kill him!" The painter's face appeared next to "Munayin" with the voice, and his Cleopatra-style dress looked even more monstrous.  "I will give them a stronger effect tomorrow. After the injection, you will never be able to quit. Let them save these two losers!" Cali in my mind smiled so happily that his teeth fell on the grass.  The toothless Mu Naiyin looked disgusting and weird: "When you had the chance just now, you should have killed me!" He felt like he was being moved around, and the roar of the propeller rang in his ears. After a moment, he jolted suddenly.  At the same time, a helicopter made of blocks appeared in my mind rising from the green grass into the blue sky.  "We are locked" "Oh God! They launched shoulder-fired missiles" "They are not going to survive!" "Oh my God! They were hitRun! Run!"  "Where can this crappy airplane go?" I fell into hallucination and lost the concept of time. Everything was floating in space "Move them over here. Give them another shot" "Hey!  Hey" The hallucinations in his mind became increasingly confusing, with various images tangled together.  Finally, it spun around and fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.  "This guy is frothing at the mouth and convulsingDid he overdose?" "Maybe!Give him a morphine blocker!" "What morphine blocker?" "Naloxone! You idiot!  Don¡¯t take the syringe on the second floor of the box by mistake" The world in my eyes was sometimes bright and dark. Every time I regained consciousness, I could see the trigger hanging opposite me in the darkness.  The two of them were like sausages hanging out to dry in a simple warehouse.  But after the medicine wore off and I woke up completely, the wounds on my body began to hurt again. The storm after it calmed down was particularly fierce. Every time I was tortured, I couldn't live or die.  Every time a gunshot rang out, we would be lifted up with a needle and thrown into the helicopter, and when we woke up we would be in another warehouse.  Maybe it was too busy during the transfer.  Apart from coming in to see if we were dead or not, I rarely saw the painter or Cali.  Cruz that bastard.  But as the transfers became more and more frequent, the number of faces that came to check on us became more and more frequent, until finally Arabs who did not speak English appeared. I knew that without the support of the mourners, the wolves would not be able to defeat us.  The tactics had exhausted Cali.  Human resources in Cruz¡¯s hands.  Tens of thousands of claws claw at my heart, ten thousand blades crack my skin, and ten thousand maggots eat my bones. I feel like my hands and feet are never in the right place.  All the joints in my body hurt and I was sweating all over.Tears and runny nose flowed horizontally, and the itching and numbness that penetrated my body from the seams in my bones made me feel like there were a nest of ants growing inside my body. I couldn't even feel the severe pain that a wound with pus should have.  The drug addiction has struck!  I was sniffling and wailing, and next to me was Trigger, who was also rolling and crying.  If the torture that the painter and others inflicted on me two days ago made me miserable, then now I don¡¯t even have this feeling anymore. I can¡¯t hold the words life and death except needles in my mind. I know that I am willing to give anything.  Ask for a shot of relief.  "Look here!" Cali.  Cruz's voice was close to his face.  He raised his head to look, but his eyes were only fixed on one thing, which was a needle filled with liquid.  "Give it to me!" The two of us rushed to his feet like dogs, trying to grab his pants and crawl towards him, but before our hands could touch the uppers of his shoes, we were kicked away by the painter next to us.  "I only have one!" "Give it to me!" "Give it to me!" Trigger and I rushed forward again at the same time, and were kicked back again, and then the two of them crawled to Cali for priority.  Cruz was pushed weakly by drugs in front of him.  "I knew this stuff would work!" Kali.  Cruz kissed the syringe in his hand, pointed at the two of us and smiled: "Look! Look! In two days there will be two more obedient guard dogs in my kennel. Is there anything else I can't ask?"  "?" After listening to his words.  My heart was bleeding with soreness, but my body was still crawling toward the drug.  "Sooner or later you will recruit me. I'm not wrong!" Kali.  Cruz slapped my cheek and mocked: "If I had known this would happen, I might as well have said it earlier to save myself the pain." "Will you let him go if he says it?" the painter sneered with disbelief.  "Of courseno!" Cali.  Cruz threw the syringe to the ground and looked at the two of us fighting for a poisonous needle to a bloody head and said calmly: "But at least it won't cost me so many people." "I hate drugs the most, because of it  They can defeat the best warriors so easily." The painter shook his head boredly: "In a few days, I will give them a knife. Even if they bring their mother in front of them, they will obediently cut their mother's throat. Read the full text of Sa Yi Kuang Mo.  Throat." The painter's voice split open the chaos in my mind like lightning.  The image of my mother holding her throat and falling under the sharp knife I held reappeared before my eyes, and the blood-red color filled my eyes again.  The dream demon with the blood of my loved ones on its hands crushed my soul. I stopped and let the trigger grab the drugs and hid in a corner. No matter how painful my body was, it couldn't compare to the torture of my soul.  "Xing Tian! You will fail to grab things. I'm so disappointed in you!" The painter came close to me, pinched the bloody scab of a scar, and violently tore it off. However, the expected scream did not appear, which surprised her.  "Disappointment" I murmured the word again, and at the same time, my mother's horrified look on the tip of my knife appeared in my mind.  "I can't disappoint you anymore!" I knew I couldn't suppress my desire for drugs. This desire was so powerful that it even frightened me. What's more terrible is that this desire will become stronger as the drug addiction deepens, and sooner or later it will overwhelm me.  Destroy me.  "That's right! You can't let me down again!" The painter thought I was talking to her and patted my head in appreciation.  "Maybe one day I won't be able to hold on anymore, no, I think it will be very soon" I slowly propped myself up and stood up: "It's so fast that I can't wait for my teammates to come to the rescue But I want to tell you, I have made me  The one you love has been disappointed once. That will never happen again" "Stop him quickly! He is going to commit suicide" The painter looked at me and stepped back as he spoke, realizing what was suddenly coming towards me.  He reached out and grabbed my chin, held my cheeks and shook them to remove my bone ring, then opened my chin and looked inside.  "Shit!" Seeing the tattered tongue drooping in my mouth, I stamped my foot angrily: "He chewed his tongue!" "What?" Kali.  Cruz also came over quickly. When he saw me smiling at him with blood in my mouth, full of victory, he threw the crutch in my hand to the ground and pointed at the soldiers behind me and cursed: "You useless people,  He couldn't even look at a cripple. He even let him bite off his tongue tendon. Now it's better! No worries! No need to ask him anymore. This guy had his throat cut and his vocal cords were damaged. He has problems with speech. Now  My tongue is also broken, and other things" He glanced at the wounds on my hands that were charred by electricity and the fingers that were tangled up in spasms: "Other methods will take several months to be possibleFuck! Fuck**  *!" "Haha!##%%##%" I want to say: Now I am addicted to drugs, and there is nothing I can do about it!  If you can, kill me!  But what came out of my mouth, which was full of blood, was a muffled sound of "woo woo". Maybe it was due to drug addiction, but I bit my own tongue and didn't feel any pain or dizziness.  Even the heart-breaking and skin-gnawing pain of ants gnawing through the entire body was not overpowering.  "His tongue tendons have not been completely severed, so it is almost impossible to recover speech function in a short time." The military doctor opened my mouth and looked at it with a flashlight for a long time, shaking his head in frustration.  "Maybe we can find a vocal cord vibration detection device, and multiple adjustments may still be possible." The more experienced one of the few remaining mercenaries suggested in a low voice.  But Cali.  Cruz ignored him and just watched coldly as the medical soldier connected my nearly severed tongue.  When everything was over, he said to the painter indifferently: "Now I hand him over to you, you can fold it as you like."??Him, but never let him die, let him live until I catch his family in China and his lover in Ireland before his eyes.  Don¡¯t think that I can¡¯t do anything to you if you don¡¯t tell me!  "But we don't have that much time to wait" The mercenary next to him rushed up to remind him when he heard what he said, but was interrupted by him. Only the painter wiped away the bored expression he had had for many days and happily prepared to go. "Since  He decided not to let his teammates down.  Then I hope these teammates are worth his sacrifice" After speaking about Cali, Cruz looked at Trigger, who was lying on the ground unconscious and immersed in the pleasure of heroin. "I won't pull out all this guy's teeth.  Hope this happens a second time.  Lucky bastard!  If you feel so good, you won't feel any pain.  "Calli." Cruz sneered and turned his face and walked out of the room. Trigger and I, who were also covered in blood, were taken away separately. I don't want to know where he was taken. Although his identity disgusts me, I still hope he can survive.  Pass this level. "I have been waiting impatiently for this day.  "The painter led the way, and I was carried by two people from the warehouse to other bunkers. When I walked out of the door, I realized that it was night. Behind me was a heavily guarded base, and in front of me was the endless Gobi sand dunes. The night before dawn was so quiet.  I heard the sound of sand rubbing together. My toes slid across the sand surface like a dead dog. Sand grains as fine as slippery powder rubbed against my skin. The gentle touch of a woman made me feel addicted and itchy.  I felt comfortable. I was feeling dizzy when my heart jumped suddenly, and a cold air rose up my spine. I felt like I was being spied on by a vicious creature. Although I was dizzy and couldn't see the surrounding environment clearly, I still had the instinct to fight.  Let me know that someone somewhere is targeting me with a weapon. Let your intuition guide your thoughts! The first tip I learned from the butcher before I joined the mercenaries. The experience that has pulled me back from death countless times over the years  , made me cast my sight into the shadows hidden in the dunes in the distance. Although I couldn't see it, I knew the killer was hiding there. Who is it? I asked myself doubtfully. It should be someone from the wolf pack! Is it the butcher? No.  ! Not murderous enough. Is it the speed machine? No! The speed machine has no murderous power anymore. Maybe it's an assassin or a werewolf! I muttered something in my heart. "Shoot me!"  I do not blame you!  "I struggled desperately to raise my chest in the direction of the murderous aura. I couldn't speak clearly, but there was no way to express it clearly. Maybe it was an illusion, but I felt that the murderous aura was getting stronger and stronger. It even hurt me extremely.  Sensitive skin. I don¡¯t know who is aiming at me, but I know how much he wants to kill me, but he suppresses himself "What's in that direction?"  Check it out!  "The painter was very smart. When he noticed something was wrong with me, he immediately gave the order. The murderous aura disappeared without a trace as soon as she raised her finger. "They are here, aren't they?  "The painter waited for the soldier who had found nothing to come back with his gun, walked up to me and looked into my eyes and asked. "Haha!  hehe!  "I laughed so happily with tears in my eyes. The laughter came out of the blood in my mouth and sprayed a stream of moisture on the painter's face. "Haha!  hehe!  "The painter looked at me with the same smile. Then he suddenly came up to my lips and sucked away all the blood in my mouth. He swallowed in one gulp and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled at me. "Now that they are here.  , let them see how much you paid to save their butts, lest they become ungrateful and kill you with one shot and make your wife a widow.  "Having said this, the painter dragged me by my hair and threw me on the sand in front of the base. After turning around and giving some instructions to the soldiers behind him, I saw two soldiers climbing neatly to the gate in front of the square and getting busy.  After a while. When the two men came back to life dripping with sweat, I vaguely saw a number of ropes hanging from the door swaying in the wind. The painter carried his armrest to the door like a general and pointed at the hanging ropes, deliberately amplifying his voice to the night.  The desert in the middle said: "I want to hang you here and let them watch you bleed, watch you suffer, and watch your body being dried by the wind and sand day by day.  I want them to jump out to save you, I want them to get to the point of the gun themselves.  After saying that, he pulled a rope and pointed at the hooks as thin as incense, swinging in the air, and shouted: "I will use these hooks to penetrate your skin and bones, and pull you up from all directions."  In the middle of the gate.  You can't move!  Because any movement you make will break the delicate balance and cause a series of reactions.  It will make you so happy that you die!  "Dozens of thin hooks penetrated my collarbone, ribs, soles of feet, and back, lifting me half a meter off the ground and hanging in the air like a wind. I didn't feel the pain was unbearable when the body was pierced.  But after the rope was straightened and lifted me off the ground, the pain of being torn apart easily knocked me down. I tried my best to keep the balance of my body. Because this can minimize the pain of tearing, but my body without drug supply cannot suppress it.  The twitching and itching sent me endlessly into the abyss of being torn apart. If I was just hung up like this, it would actually be better than leaving me alone there to suffer from drug addiction. At least the other pains inflicted on my body,  It can more or less dilute the terrible pain of drug addiction. Because that damn thing makes me feel that I am gradually becoming weaker from the depths of my will, but the physical pain makes me stronger and makes me surge from the depths of my soul.  must have the courage to fight against it. If I were allowed toselect.  I would rather be hung like this than have my addiction weaken my will.  But when the sky gets brighter and the sun shines on me, it becomes a different scene.  The rope body of the hook rope is made of sheepskin.  After the painter poured water on it, the thing began to shrink as it dried, and my body began to pull the joints in all directions, making them as round as a rubber ball.  If the painter hadn't kept pouring water on it, it would have been a matter of time before I was killed.  The iron pipe under the skin also came in handy at this time. When I was not addicted to drugs, the painter asked people to pour hot water into it. It was so hot that my skeleton was torn apart when I struggled, and I fainted from the pain. Then I was hit by the high temperature again.  Wake up again, and when the time comes, the drug addiction will come back as promised.  The overwhelming pain enveloped me and squeezed me, wanting to squeeze out every drop of soul in my body.  But deep in my heart, I knew that my partner was hidden under the sand layer on the opposite side. That kind of expectation and excitement became the pillar supporting my final will.  "He is about to die!" The painter walked up to me and pulled the hook on my body, and the connected flesh was immediately torn into a larger hole: "If he is a friend! You should give him a shot to relieve him.  The pain!" No one responded to her voice. The painter nodded, added some hot water to the steel pipe on my body, and then returned to the arbor to enjoy the cool air.  The hourglass underfoot was once again turned upside down, and time pushed the silver sand grains down.  The wind in the desert even tasted dry, and the wounds that were originally bleeding began to turn white and dry in a short time. Without moisture, I quickly shriveled up under the scorching sun.  The feeling of stroke due to lack of water is a bit like drinking too much alcohol. The heart feels stuffy, the head feels dizzy, the person feels nauseous, and he is about to pass out, only to be woken up by a sudden whip from behind.  I could only look at the sun intermittently and worked my way up to the top of my head. At this time, since my anus was in pain, there was not a drop of urine in my lower body, which made me incontinent.  The painter walked out of the pergola again and came to me. He opened my eyelids and looked at me. He turned back and shouted outside the door: "He can't survive! He needs some water! Just a little water, maybe he can be relieved."  Hold on until you start taking action. Think about it!" After saying that, I turned over the hourglass and walked back again. When my eyes began to turn black, I saw the sand layer on the opposite side in the distance trembling slightly.  My vision suddenly cleared, and my heart suddenly rose to my throat. I looked around to see if the soldiers around me had noticed anyone under the sand.  But those guys seemed to be more intolerant of heat than me. They built tents with their hands and paced back and forth in the hot sand, not noticing the slight changes in the sand surface.  "Fortunately!" Just as I was rejoicing for this dear friend, a ray of golden light emerged from under the sand, a lock of golden hair.  Now it¡¯s hard even if you don¡¯t get discovered!  Sure enough, the soldiers around him were also caught by the reflection and turned their guns to aim there.  Slowly!  A man stood up from under the sand.  cowboy!  That crazy German boy!  He came towards me with a gun in his hand.  The painter stopped the soldiers from going up to capture him and let him come closer to me.  The cowboy took out the straw of the military water bag and put it under my nose for me to suck. But when he saw that I opened my mouth to reveal my severed tongue that was so swollen that it almost blocked my throat and couldn't suck, he took out his saber and cut open his own.  I took out the water bag from the insulating suit, poked a hole in it, and poured the liquid with his body temperature into my mouth.  I looked at this crazy kid angrily. No matter how hard I opened my mouth, I couldn't get out a word. Finally, I burst into tears and shook my body, wanting to come down and beat him up.  "Don't get excited, brother!" The cowboy slowly finished feeding me the water, raised his hand to wipe the corners of my mouth and shrugged, "Hey! I owe you this! Remember? Cambodia! We are just even."  ! I don¡¯t want to go to hell and still owe you a favor" As soon as he finished speaking, there was a gunshot, a cluster of blood flowers, and the cowboy fell to the yellow sand with blood on his chest.  Black Jack, who had not been seen for many days, slowly walked to the cowboy's side and reached out to push away his hand on his waist. There was already a row of offensive grenades there, and the safety of the first one had been pulled out.  "He's good!" Black Jack dug the grenade out of the cowboy's hand and threw it to the sand dunes in the distance.  Looking at the rising yellow smoke, I glanced at the still calm sea of ??sand and said to me: "It's just a little "". After struggling feebly despite my excitement, I added: "He risked his life to give you water, not to give you water.  You are willing to seek death!  ***A bunch of lunatics!  "

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