Chapter 4 Chapter Four Three Prison Cells

A took a deep breath, and drank it in small sips, trying to let the potion flow into the esophagus as thinly as possible.The medicine not only smelled bad but also tasted bad, which made A slightly frown every time he took a sip. The secret agent knocked on the railing and cursed: "How about drinking sugar water? Why are you acting like a bitch?" A raised his head, flatteringly said: "It's too bad to drink, I'll definitely finish it, brothers, forgive me." Then he lowered his head and took a sip, then coughed, but A suppressed the cough hard, and the medicine A few traces of blood coughed up by A in the bowl quickly melted into the dark syrup.

Fortunately, there were not many potions in this bowl, and A finally drank all the potions with difficulty amidst the urging and ridicule of the secret agent.One spy knocked on the fence and yelled: "I'm going to shit, put it in the basin next to you!" Another spy also muttered: "Grandma, you always have to do these shit-stirring things, and you get nothing every time! It's fucking annoying." A's stomach quickly wriggled like a sea, and the sound of gurgling seemed to be a train running in his stomach. A couldn't bear it anymore, so he took off his pants and pulled them up in front of the secret agent.

The spies outside the iron fence put on the masks they had prepared, and cursed vaguely. The effect of this laxative is extremely strong, and A himself can feel that even the intestines in his body are about to be pulled out.A few hours later, A finally let go.After another hour, the agent saw that there was no sign of A.Wearing a mask, he opened the cell and got in.Although these spies complained endlessly, they still worked very carefully. They used a mesh iron net to explore the pot of A's feces over and over again. The agent searching for feces stopped suddenly and poked a hard object with a pair of long tweezers.Turning his head and glanced at A, A lowered his head and didn't look at him.

The spy laughed twice, picked up the hard object with tweezers, and said, "I said Director Zhang, you have the habit of swallowing it raw." Then, he took out an object the size of a thumb, A snap. It's just a hawthorn. Of course, the spy also knew it was a hawthorn, so he put the hawthorn aside and continued to explore. The end result is nothing. A lowered his head, not only because he almost collapsed, but also because of the burning pain in his esophagus. In his secret room, Zhang Haifeng picked up the ball wrapped in kraft paper, picked it up and put it down, picked it up and put it down.He was very worried. He was worried that when he entered the Baishan Pavilion, he would have to undergo a very strict physical examination. It would be bad if he even checked the feces.Experienced agents of these devices know at a glance that they are for the convenience of jailbreaking.

Zhang Haifeng loosened the kraft paper, unwrapped it twice, and then put on an iron ring.This iron ring is very strange. There are five vertical iron wires on it, and there is a barb on each iron wire. After A fixed the iron ring, he gathered the five barbed wires together, and let go with a snap, and the five barbs trembled and stretched open.Zhang Haifeng tried the elasticity, and it was very elastic. This is a very risky approach by Zhang Haifeng. After swallowing the paper ball, the five barbs bounced off and hooked his esophagus, preventing the paper ball from slipping into his stomach.The five barbs should not be too sharp. If they penetrate into the flesh completely, it will be very troublesome. For this reason, Zhang Haifeng made these barbs flat.

To get the barb hooked into the esophagus and to be able to spit it out is unimaginable for ordinary people, but Zhang Haifeng finally managed it with great perseverance and determination in order to be safe. When the secret agent rushed into Zhang Haifeng's office, Zhang Haifeng had already heard noisy footsteps outside, and just as he swallowed the ball of kraft paper in his mouth, the door was kicked open.Zhang Haifeng squeezed the throat, the mechanism on the kraft paper ball was activated, and with a click, five barbs popped out, firmly supporting the inner wall of Zhang Haifeng's esophagus, and no longer slipping down.

Why do you take small sips when taking laxatives? The first is to worry about flushing the ball of kraft paper into the stomach, and the second is to prevent the barbs from being too tight and embedded in the meat too deeply to spit it out. After the effect of the laxative passed, the ball of kraft paper stuck in A's esophagus was almost about to fall into the stomach.If he was beaten or hit again at this time, and the ball of kraft paper with barbs fell into his stomach, A's life might be in danger. This is very, very dangerous. A has never dared to make too many movements, and even speaks softly and calmly.

The hawthorn in A's stomach was swallowed by A the day before he was arrested. A is very meticulous in his work. This kind of hawthorn, A swallows one almost every other day to check his own reaction. Seeing A sitting motionless on the ground, the spy said mockingly, "What? You're a stall? Look at you, you skinny and tender." A didn't speak, he didn't dare to speak, he thought that he couldn't swallow the paper ball into his stomach, but he didn't expect that the laxative attack would be so severe, the violent peristalsis of the intestine made the paper ball that was stuck tightly slip down continuously.

The secret agent cleaned up the barrel, cursed and locked the cell door. A coughed cautiously, and the paper ball seemed to rise slightly. The advantage of this barb is that as long as he vomits vigorously, as long as it does not pierce the flesh, the paper ball can be squeezed up a little. But A can't spit it out now, this is not the time, he has to stay in a formal prison cell. A only coughed a few times, and a secret agent came around again, knocked on the railing and cursed, "What's the cough? You haven't cleaned it yet? Pooping out tuberculosis?" After a while, several spies came and opened the cell door, pulled A up, and dragged him out.

A didn't dare to struggle at all, and was dragged obediently to the basement, another empty room, and a strong smell of blood smelled as soon as he entered the door.Looking around, there was only a small table in the middle of the house, surrounded by some iron chain hinges and ropes, and on the bluestone floor, there were piles of dark red blood marks.After seeing this scene A, I already realized that this is the interrogation room, the place where torture is carried out. The secret agent pulled off A's shirt and tied it to a pillar. A became a little nervous. He was not afraid of physical pain, but now that he was going to be tortured, he was afraid that the kraft paper ball would fall into his stomach.

The spies didn't do anything, but laughed around the side, and took the whip from the wall, cracking it in their hands, looking sideways at A while smiling bitterly, this smile laughed It made even A's heart tremble. The spy with the braid was talking to himself, obviously speaking to A: "This whip has not eaten meat for a long time, just touch it lightly, and it will bite off a piece of meat." Several other secret agents also leaned on the table, looking at A with their hands crossed and their heads tilted. Everyone knew that these people were by no means kind, they were all ruthless. The door was pushed open with a bang, and Feng Biao walked in with a fake smile on his face.He glanced at A, walked straight to the edge of the table, sat down, clicked his lips, and scratched his head vigorously for a long time, causing dandruff to fly.Feng Biao raised his hand and blew twice. He said vaguely: "You guys, what are you waiting for? The old rule is to hit the front with twenty lashes first." The spy with the whip yelled, and came over with a snap of the whip. A watched him approaching, curled his lips, and said in a low voice, "What are you guys doing? I am a lieutenant colonel, and execution must be approved by the higher-ups." Feng Biao put down the hand holding his head and blew, and said, "Where do you think this is? It's the rule here to beat you up to calm your spirits, and you don't need to approve it." He lowered his head, hehe Laughed twice, slapped the table hard, and cursed viciously: "Zhang Haifeng, you are a master outside, everyone gives you face, it's a pity you entered the wrong door!" A curled his lips, took a breath slowly, and said softly: "Since it's the rule, let's fight." Feng Biao smiled: "Okay! Have a backbone! Hit me!" The special agent holding the whip responded, shaking his hand, the whip was thrown over like a gust of black wind, brushing against A's chest, a burst of burning pain, A's body tightened, and suddenly felt the ball of kraft paper in the esophagus go down. Swipe down a bit. A realized that it would be bad if he continued to whip a few times. The whip continued to ruthlessly brush A's body. A could only try his best to relax, not to let his body get too tense when being hit by the whip, but it was uncontrollable. Sliding little by little. A sighed in his heart: "You will die before you leave the teacher!" Cold sweat trickled down from his forehead drop by drop. "Wait!" The door was pushed open, and a cold voice came. A person walked over with steady steps, A glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and it turned out to be Zhang Shunmin who was with Sun Deliang. Feng Biao pressed his hand, but the whip in the spy's hand did not swing out, and he took a step back. Zhang Shunmin said coldly: "Feng Biao, didn't curator Sun tell you not to torture him?" Feng Biao quickly stood up and said: "Curator Sun just said that he is not allowed to go in lying down, I just want to hit him a few times!" Zhang Shunmin said coldly: "How many times? If you hit again, you will lie down. Only the diehards will be punished." Zhang Shunmin ignored Feng Biao, walked to A's side, looked at A's wound, and said, "Apply medicine to Director Zhang and take him into the cell." Feng Biao responded, and ordered: "Don't untie Director Zhang, apply medicine!" Several spies responded, and hurried up to untie A. Zhang Shunmin watched A slowly put on his clothes, and whispered next to A: "Director Zhang, I'm sorry to make you suffer. Director Sun is worried, afraid that Feng Biao will mess up, so he specially told me to take a look. Director Sun also said that one day I will treat you to a cup of Yaya Jing alone." A nodded and said, "Thank you Director Sun for your kindness." Seeing that A was dressed, Feng Biao ordered several spies to take A out. Feng Biao took out a pack of cigarettes from the desk drawer, handed Zhang Shunmin a cigarette respectfully, lit it for Zhang Shunmin, and said with a shy face: "Zhang Tou, I'm a villain. " Zhang Shunmin took a deep breath of the cigarette, and exhaled the smoke in a long breath. The smoke filled the basement. Zhang Shunmin said: "If after a period of time, he doesn't say anything, and Director Sun ordered him, then you can be a villain as you like." Feng Biao nodded and said, "Thank you, Director Sun." Zhang Shunmin took another puff of cigarette, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, trampled it with his feet, and said coldly, "If it were me, I would have shot them one by one. I would rather kill the wrong one than let them go!" Feng Biao looked at Zhang Shunmin's cold face, and felt a trace of fear in his heart. He knew that there were no fewer than twenty prisoners in the Baishan Pavilion who died in Zhang Shunmin's hands.Zhang Shunmin has a special hobby, that is, to shoot these "communist bandits" with his own hands, blowing their heads with a single shot, and there is absolutely no possibility of survival.Zhang Shunmin is the most famous executioner in Baishan Pavilion. Feng Biao could even imagine that if he fell into Zhang Shunmin's hands, Zhang Shunmin would never think of his fellowship, and would still deliver a bullet that exploded his head.Feng Biao still thought in his heart that he could make a small fortune and find a reason to leave this bloody place early.And Zhang Haifeng's title of Deputy Director of the Military Supplies Department has been clearly imprinted in Feng Biao's mind. Feng Biao couldn't help trembling when he thought of this, Zhang Shunmin had already walked straight away.Feng Biao quickly took two more puffs, threw away the cigarette and stamped it out, followed Zhang Shunmin quickly, and walked out of the basement. A stood tremblingly in front of the last big iron gate, and the spy rushed into the iron gate and shouted: "Open the door! New prisoner!" The iron gate creaked open, and what was displayed in front of A was a larger courtyard. There is a small square paved with bluestone bricks the size of a large basketball court. On the opposite side, there are three two-story buildings that are not connected to each other. On the front wall of each building, there are huge characters written in red paint: one, two, three. It was already sunset, and the sunset glow covered the three buildings with a layer of blood-like red. What A didn't expect was that the cell he was going to was Building No. 1, and the person he was going to rescue was being locked up in Building No. 2 at this time.