Chapter 324 Chapter 63 Eight mature?

"I still say the same thing, killing you is too cheap for you." Yin Hui drooped his head, depressed for a while. If he went back, he might not have the face to face others. ... "Boss, what shall we do now?" Lao Yan looked at Fatty with a somewhat embarrassed expression. "What to do? How the hell do I know what to do?" The fat man cursed, then returned to the torture room: "Since this guy won't eat soft ones, let's give him hard ones!" "Hard?" Lao Yan shook his head helplessly: "But the boss didn't say that you can do it!"

"In my opinion, let's ask for instructions! This guy is not as simple as we imagined." A person next to the fat man said. "Okay, I'll call the team leader." After finishing speaking, the fat man called Yin Hui. ... Jingle bell, jingle bell. Yin Hui's mobile phone rang, click, click, four pistols pointed at his head in unison, the movements were quick, and in just an instant, he dared not move his head casually. "Mobile phone, mobile phone!" Yin Hui didn't even dare to breathe, so as not to be misunderstood by these people as him scanning ghosts.

"Do you want to answer it or not?" Yin Hui took out the mobile phone from his pocket cooperatively, and handed it to the emperor. The emperor's small eyes stared, then shook his head: "Go!!" "Then what should I say?" "You can say whatever you like, but don't play tricks, if you do, I'll kill you with one shot." "Okay!" Yin Hui nodded, and then pressed the answer button. "Hello? Who?" Seeing that the number was very unfamiliar, Yin Hui also murmured in his heart, who is calling him at this time? "It's me!" The other party said in a rude but flattering voice: "I'm the fat man in the torture room. I just want to ask you, the sunglasses broke the TV, I think it's time to attack him .”

"Oh! You said to go to your place for lunch? What dishes? You can decide what dishes yourself! But I like steaks that are well-done! Don't torture me to death with beef." "Understood." Fatty nodded, then hung up the phone. His face immediately became submissive: "A few friends, made some side dishes, let me go to eat." "Stop talking nonsense, turn off the phone." The emperor laughed. "Yeah." Yin Hui pressed the power off button.After the mobile phone issued a standard Nokia ringtone, the screen slowly dimmed. "Before I die, can I have a full meal? Do you think the food is ready? Let's treat it as a decapitated meal!" Yin Hui looked at the emperor pitifully.

"Stop talking nonsense." The emperor scolded: "You will not die until you hand over the lockbox to us." "Thank you then." Yin Hui's voice relaxed a lot. He was more or less afraid to be tied up by such a gang of extremely vicious guys.Because they didn't play cards according to common sense, they might get excited when they would shoot and jump themselves. "You're welcome." The emperor smiled despicably: "I will make your life worse than death!" "How is it? What did the boss say?" After the fat man put down the phone, Old Yan beside him asked curiously.

"Eight mature, don't die." There was a faint smile on the fat man's face, and then he slowly put away the phone, walked to the cage, and looked at the dark glasses sitting on the thatched bed with a calm face. "Boy, your time of death has come." The fat man turned his head to look at Lao Yan next to him, and nodded slightly at him. Lao Yan understood what he meant, and slammed the electric baton in his hand against the chain of the prison, making a crackling sound: "Don't try to play tricks with us, don't try to be opportunistic, because any resistance by you will make you You're hurting more and it makes us think of you more sinister."

While talking, he ordered the people around him to firmly surround the room where Sunglasses was held. Everyone carried an AK17 on their hands. The black muzzle was pointed directly at their heads, and they might be killed at any time. kill. "Hmph!" The calm sunglasses snorted coldly, not even looking at them. "Hey!" The fat man's face was shaking up and down, showing a cold expression, and his smile was very weak and cold: "Many people who were tortured in the past were just like you. They didn't pay attention to us, thinking that their will There was no one before or after, but later...they all surrendered to us. Honestly confessed their crimes. Believe in God, frankly be lenient and resist strictness, this old man has always adhered to this creed."

"I'm bah." But the sunglasses cursed wildly: "If you want to kill, kill it, don't be so long-winded here." "What did he just say?" The fat man asked curiously with his little finger on his earwax, as if he didn't hear clearly. "He said he wanted to kill him!" Lao Yan said jokingly. "If you want to kill, kill it? Hahahahaha! Do you want to die? We won't let you die. Chinese medicine doctor, stand up and let him see your ability." A guy in a white coat with two small mustaches gave a smirk, then walked to the door with his head held high, and introduced him politely: "Hello, I am an old Chinese doctor in the torture room. I like to call me Xu Sanzhen, because I only need three needles to bring a person back from death and make his life worse than death."

After finishing speaking, he turned around gracefully and stepped aside. He couldn't steal the prestige of the boss, because the boss mainly played the leading role, and those of them who played supporting roles had to have the consciousness to be supporting roles. "Since the higher-ups have said that it is eight mature, let's start directly from the third level of punishment!" The fat man walked slowly to the door, and then fiddled with the key with his hands. "Okay, I agree." Lao Yan smirked, and after the key made a sound of metal clashing, the two entered the room.

First of all, Lao Yan, surrounded by this calm-faced man who was sitting firmly on the thatched bed, did not say a word, and clapped his hands after a long time: "Okay, physical fitness is good, I don't know if we can get by here close?" "Old Yan!" The fat man sweated him thoughtfully, and then said solemnly: "The superiors said that if you are mature, you can't be beaten to death, and you can't be beaten into an idiot either." "Understood." Lao Yan nodded, and ferociously smoked the cigarette dangling from his mouth, and while the sparks were bright, he pressed the sparks from the cigarette butt against the neck of the sunglasses.

hiss! He gasped in pain, but the pain seemed to last only a second. After a second, he returned to normal without even blinking his brow. It was as if the cigarette butt hadn't been burned on his neck at all. Lao Yan looked at Fatty worriedly and saw the embarrassment in each other's eyes. These sunglasses are not easy to deal with. Here's what they came to. Ordinary assassins, when the cigarette butt burns the back of their head, they will endure it for at least five seconds, and the next time they will struggle in pain. And when they met the one with the strongest willpower, they roared in pain and persisted for a maximum of two seconds. But this person, just in an instant, fully adapted to the pain, and his reaction was still so weak, as if he was just bitten by an ant. This mission is a bit tricky.This is the conclusion they reached together. "Old horse, go to prison." Although this person is difficult to deal with, they can't back down.Because they have no reason to back down.If they don't punish him and pry his mouth open with the greatest ability, they are afraid that they will accept the punishment on this person's behalf. A man of medium build and a little fat came up with a smile. Obviously, he should be an old horse. He blew a slogan, and then two of his men came in carrying a red-hot charcoal stove. Boom. The moment the heavy charcoal stove was placed on the ground, there was a dull sound, which was very ear-piercing in this room. With such a bump, the coal sparks in the charcoal stove flew up, scorching everyone's faces with scorching heat. Lao Yan and Fatty looked at the charcoal stove with stern expressions, as if they were looking at a weapon to defend people's freedom, full of respect.And they paid special attention to the expression on the sunglasses. Calm, calm, and calm, as if he didn't take these things seriously at all. The old horse lifted up a corner of his coat, revealing a rusty iron chain. Although it was not very thick, the smell of copper looked very uneven. If it came into contact with human skin, it would definitely pierce human skin and split it open. Take a sip. Not to mention whipping people's skin with this iron chain. The old horse explained to him with a smile on his face: "My whip is called Wulong whip. Although it has a very strong attack power, I will not use it to attack you, because it is not a weapon, but a torture tool. " The old horse walked steadily to his side, then smiled and slowly tied the iron chain on his body, very light and soft, as if afraid of hurting his skin. "It's been a long time since I've used this instrument of torture. It's already rusted. Baby, today I'll let you taste the taste of human flesh and fresh human blood." After finishing speaking, his expression of joy immediately changed into a look of With a sad look, he patted the shoulder of the sunglasses earnestly, and said in an apologetic tone: "I'm sorry brother, I will remember your kindness." The sunglasses are still expressionless, standing still in place, as if he is just a bystander. After the iron chain wrapped the whole body of the sunglasses, he checked it again carefully until he was sure that the iron chain had bound his whole body, then slowly straightened his waist and put the remaining section of the iron chain into the Burning in the red fire. The iron chain collided with the red coals burning in the charcoal stove, splashing a series of sparks, which slowly rose up. Lao Yan and Fatty looked at each other, and then laughed almost at the same time, because they found that Lao Ma was cruel this time. Perhaps, this punishment of the old horse has already made this person confess. The sunglasses seemed to realize something, the muscles on his face twitched, but he quickly recovered his composure. He pondered in his heart for a long time, and he seemed to feel that he could bear this kind of pain. The expression of fear just now had become calm now. Slowly, as the charcoal burned the rusty iron chain, one end of the iron chain was burnt red, like a piece of LED light emitting red fluorescence. The temperature slowly spread along the iron chain, and soon the whole chain became warm.However, for normal people, this kind of temperature will not only feel no pain, but even a warm feeling, as comfortable as basking in the sun in the wild in spring. Lao Ma asked Lao Yan for a cigarette, hit it off, and then sat behind the sunglasses. Fatty had already told them that there was something wrong with the eyes of the sunglasses, so don't look at him, and stand behind him when there is no action so that he won't see them. He was smoking a cigarette, looking at the sporadic sparks emerging from the flames with a leisurely expression, without any sense of urgency, he breathed out slowly. "Old horse, why hasn't this guy responded yet?" The iron chain has been burned for a long time, and many parts have been burned red, and even the clothes on his body have been baked into big holes, but looking at the guy There was no reaction at all. The old horse said with a smile: "Don't worry! Wait a little longer." He was still smoking a cigarette unhurriedly, looking at the sunglasses wrapped by iron chains with a swearing expression. The fat man seemed to suspect that the old horse was playing tricks. He walked up, took out a cigarette, and stuck it to the iron chain wrapped around his neck. The moment the cigarette butt touched the iron chain, it turned red, and sporadic flames even appeared because the temperature was too high. I wipe! The fat man cursed, and quickly jumped away from that guy, as if he was afraid that the iron chain would burn him. "Old horse, what's the matter? The iron chain is so hot, why does this man still look very comfortable?" He walked up and carefully inspected the neck surrounded by the iron chain, which was the only piece of exposed skin . Not even a trace. Is this man's skin made of stone?Otherwise why is it so thick? The old horse is happy to explain about his major: "Actually, this person has been resisting the iron chain with his strong internal force, preventing the iron chain from getting close to his body, and at the same time letting the temperature emitted by the iron chain follow the flow of internal force. And force it away, so he can't feel the scorching temperature." Hearing Lao Ma's explanation, the sunglasses almost vomited blood. It turns out that they knew that they used their internal strength to resist... It seems that these people are not as brain-dead as they thought. However, he didn't let his expression change too drastically, because in that case, he would lose to them psychologically.When they see their own weakness, they will be more eager to conquer. "Then how are you going to deal with his internal strength? You can't let this kid just sit like this forever! We don't reimburse medical expenses here, if I have hemorrhoids, you will pay for it?" Lao Yan said with some reproach. "Hey! Boss, you have wronged me." The old horse took a deep breath, paused, organized his words, and then said: "A person's internal strength is limited, and his internal strength is driving away the heat. , will also be partly absorbed by my iron chain. With his mighty inner strength, the iron chain will be even harder. After a while, after his inner strength is squeezed out, the iron chain will be completely attached to him on his body, corroding his skin, scalding his blood vessels, and sucking out the blood in his blood vessels. At that time... hehe! The layer of copper smell on it will disappear and turn into the color of fresh blood. I wish I could Look at what the iron chain will look like after it deforms later." The fat man stretched out his thumb and said in admiration: "This is the fourth level of punishment, what I said is the third level of punishment, didn't you hear?" "I just don't think these resources should be wasted. Anyway, the above said that it is 80% mature, so I'll just bake him to 80% mature." Lao Ma replied a little aggrieved. "..." "That's right!" Fatty nodded, and his tone was much calmer: "Okay, that's it! I'll leave this to you for now, and I'll come here to collect the results in half an hour."