"Stumbling Block" Office Area

Conklin's mood today was like riding a roller coaster. First he witnessed Nikki's death, and then the "Pope" fell from the building.

Not long after, I heard in the news that the Russian FSB successfully arrested a spy in Moscow. During the arrest, two spies resisted and were shot dead.

Seeing a guy wearing a black hood being put into a car in the picture, Conklin was completely panicked, and he couldn't think of any way to remedy the situation.

He wanted to ask Albert for help, but when he called, he was told by his secretary that Albert was in a bad mood today and that a few minutes ago he broke his beloved collector's edition red wine with his own hands.

……

In Moscow, in a dark and cramped dungeon, the sounds of fists hitting flesh could be heard one after another, occasionally interspersed with a few painful inhales, and footsteps sounded in the distance, gradually approaching.

After a while, several people appeared outside the cell, and the guard opened the door.

Olof's figure appeared in front of Jack, and he was accompanied by several people. They were his men at first glance, carrying buckets and towels.

Seeing the chief arriving, the men who had been tortured to extract confessions stopped.

Orlov smiled and looked at Jack who was hung up, covered in bruises.

"Still unwilling to say anything?"

"Yes, I beat him for ten minutes and refused to say a word."

"I like hard bones."

Olof walked in circles around Jack with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

"Tell me your name, identity and why you came to Moscow, so that you can save yourself some trouble."

Olof grabbed Jack's hair, raised his head, and spoke calmly. Jack seemed not to hear him and didn't react at all.

Orlov was not angry: "I know you won't say that everyone is like this. At the beginning, you thought you were a tough guy, but in fact, you are nothing. Remember, I gave you the opportunity...

…”

After speaking, Orlov took two steps back and signaled to his men that it's your turn.

The FSB is not a merciful master, and spies are not protected by the Geneva Convention. The so-called preferential treatment can only be enjoyed by big fish like Brian Parker. For a small shrimp like Jack, the FSB has a hundred ways to make him talk.<

/p>

After receiving a signal from the commander, a subordinate stepped forward and pulled the winch to lower Jack. He was then fixed on a bench. One side of the bench's legs was tilted up, causing a head-down and foot-up position.

Another man soaked the towel in the bucket and covered Jack's face.

Jack knew that what he was going to suffer next was the famous waterboarding, a very cruel criminal method that is also a reserved program of the world's major intelligence agencies.

Of course he received similar anti-interrogation training during his training, but to be honest, the effect was not very good.

Next, the waterboarding began. Orlov's third man picked up a bucket of mineral water and started pouring it on the towel.

Jack held his breath, but this only delayed the onset of pain.

After more than ten seconds, Jack wanted to breathe, but in addition to a small amount of air, there was also a large amount of water inhaled into his nose.

A violent cough sounded.

He wanted to struggle, but his head was held tightly, and he couldn't even turn his head.

The pain of waterboarding is unimaginable to humans.

The flowing water fell on the wet towel, completely blocking the possibility of breathing air through the mouth and nose.

As the water poured in, Jack struggled violently, and the oxygen in his blood was rapidly consumed.

At this time, the human body will subconsciously open its mouth wide to breathe and swallow under conditioned reflex, which will cause a large amount of water to be sucked into the stomach, lung lobes, trachea and bronchi.

The inhaled water stimulates the human body to constantly want to vomit and cough. However, the towel covers the mouth and nose and cannot vomit out at all.

This kind of pain will make people feel like they are about to drown in the next second, so it is called the punishment closest to death.

Each step of the waterboarding was performed on Jack one by one. It was only when he was about to die that Orlov's people would remove the towel and let him take a breath of air, but immediately the towel was put down again, and a new round of torture began.

Jack was in so much pain that after two attempts, he was already worse than dead.

"Tell me, where is Pamela Landi? And why he is in Moscow."

Faced with Orlov's questioning, Jack just kept coughing and remained silent.

The smile on Orlov's face gradually disappeared, indicating that he would be tortured again. The sound of Jack's retching sounded again, but he also understood one thing at the same time. The other party seemed to regard him as Pamela's subordinate.

……

Ukraine

Pamela also saw the official news from Moscow about the successful capture of a spy, and she also learned from other channels that the young man who appeared in the video was the young man who appeared in the video - Jack Cliff.

She was very curious about the reason why the other party showed up at the hotel that day.

In fact, she vaguely guessed something.

The coffee on the table had lost its heat, but the spoon in Pamela's hand was still stirring slowly. After a while, it finally stopped.

She also made the final decision.

I took out my cell phone, found the name, and dialed.

The phone was quickly connected, and a lazy voice came out: "Pamela?"

"Ethan, it's me. Do you remember the favor you owed me? Now is the time for you to repay it."

Ethan on the other end of the phone showed a wry smile.

"Pamela, are you still the same? You haven't contacted me for so long and you don't even want to be polite?"

Pamela did not answer this question, but waited quietly.

Ethan on the other end smiled bitterly again: "Okay, okay, what do you need me to do?"

"Did you read the news that a spy was captured in Moscow?"

"Look, why, is he yours?"

"No, but I need you to help me rescue people."

"Pamela, are you kidding? This is Moscow. You want me to snatch people from the FSB in the capital of a hostile country. This is no less difficult than kidnapping the Russian president. This is an impossible task."

"If I remember correctly, isn't the IMF the abbreviation for Mission Impossible?"

Ethan Hunt on the other end of the phone was speechless.

Impossible mission, this is just a team code name, okay? It’s the product of a generation’s bragging, can this be taken seriously?

But Pamela didn't intend to give him a chance to refuse, "You make some preliminary preparations first, and I will contact you later, that's it."

Looking at the hung up phone, Ethan's smile froze. This woman is still so unreasonable...

But thinking about the favor I owe to Pamela, I might have to accept this mission even if I don’t want to.

Favors are hard to owe and even harder to repay!

……

After hanging up the phone, Pamela drank the cold coffee in one gulp.

She knew that Ethan Hunt would definitely not refuse. This was an unspoken rule in their industry. For people walking on the edge of life and death, relationships are not so easy to accept, nor are they so easy to repay.

To be honest, she herself has thought about ways to save people more than once.

But as Ethan said, trying to steal people from FSB at their home stadium is simply impossible.

But Pamela believes Ethan can do it.
Chapter completed!