Chapter 1728 Cruel Criminal Law

"Tell me, who are you? Why do you carry a gun?" Those guys were heard roaring at him.

The black muzzle of the gun was pointed tightly at his head.

When the messenger in front of him was suddenly caught, he knew that these guys were extremely cruel. If you were caught by them, no matter whether you were wrongly accused or not, you would be killed anyway.

So when he was caught, he didn't think he was still alive.

Isn't that right? At this moment, he slowly got up from the ground.

The moment he got up, he had already made the decision to die. He saw the opportunity and rushed towards an unsuspecting guard.

The guard didn't notice and was suddenly thrown to the ground, letting out a scream of pain.

When the messenger knocked down a guard, he reached out to grab the other person's gun. But as soon as he touched the gun with one hand, he heard a bang, and a guard behind him hit the gun with the butt of an automatic rifle.

It hit him hard on the back of the head.

Then the messenger felt his eyes go dark and fainted.

The blood dripping from his head was dragged by one of the two guards towards the inside.

The famous Somali prison contains mostly political party rebels.

This famous Somali prison was built by the general. Most of the people inside could not come out alive. Even if they could come out alive, they would probably be tortured into human form.

And where is the messenger at this moment? He is imprisoned in this dark and dark Somali prison.

Inside the prison, screams could be heard one after another, as well as the sound of whips hitting human flesh. There were also pitiful screams.

I saw two naked men guarding a dark room inside.

Hanging in the small dark room was the captured messenger.

His hands were hung alive, and his entire upper body had been stripped naked. The bleeding area on the back of his head where he was beaten was still faintly bleeding out. He was still unconscious there at the moment.

Just when he was unconscious, several people walked in from outside.

Along with the sound of leather boots stepping on the cold stone ground, I gradually saw several people walking in with several soldiers from the Corpse Corps under their hands walking over.

With a bang, the small iron door was opened.

The moment it was opened, a dim light lit up from the originally dim light inside.

Looking through the dim light, I saw that standing in front of the hanging messenger was the general, the bad guy who almost ruled the entire Somalia regime.

He had a cold face, and behind him were four soldiers of the Corpse Corps with strange patterns painted on their faces.

"Wake him up." The general in front of him suddenly said in cold words.

One of the men behind him nodded quickly, then grabbed a basin of water next to him, and with a splash, the whole bucket of water was poured towards the messenger.

The messenger was splashed with cold water and woke up instantly.

He shook his head, blinked, and saw the most vicious general in Somalia. He immediately wanted to run away, but he didn't expect that he had already been hung up tightly.

He struggled desperately, but unfortunately he could not break free of the iron chains that tied his wrists no matter what.

Suddenly he was not only desperate.

Where was the general in front of him? He was looking at him with a sinister smile.

"Are you from Melka Base?" I heard one sentence suddenly come out of the mouth of the general in front of me.

After he said these words, the man who sent the message stared at him fiercely with red eyes.

"I, I'm not," he shouted.

"You're not? Humph? You still dare to lie to me. Let me tell you, you'd better tell me honestly what I ask you. Otherwise, I will make life worse than death!" I heard the general in front of me say harshly.

After the general said this, the messenger suddenly became afraid. He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that it would be better to die than live.

The people on the other side shouted: "I'm not, I really am not."

"Cut off his ears. I want to see how long he can hold on." I heard the general say harshly.

After he said this, a Somali soldier behind him with strange patterns on his face pulled out a cold dagger from his body, strode forward, grabbed the messenger's ear with one hand, and with the other

The cold dagger in his hand cut directly towards the messenger.

The guy roared at the top of his lungs.

"No, don't., don't." The whole body was struggling violently.

But his cry seemed so pale and feeble.

There was just a thud, and the messenger's entire ear was cut off. With a miserable scream, blood flowed down his ear and covered his entire face.

He was screaming in pain, but where were the general and his men in front of him? They didn't even have any expressions, as if cutting off one of his ears was an ordinary thing.

"Are you going to tell me? If you continue to refuse to admit it, I will cut off your other ear, and then dig out your eyeballs. I will make your life worse than death." The general sneered.

Said the way.

There was a cold ruthlessness in his voice.

The Somali man, who was almost dying from pain, had blood all over his face at this moment, but he was still holding on.

He knew that he was going to die no matter what today, so he only had one thought now, that is, to die quickly and in a less painful way.

"You bastard, you bastard, kill me if you can, you devils." He roared as if he was crazy.

His face was covered with ferocious blood, and he looked extremely terrifying, and he was roaring one after another.

The general was angry at this moment.

"Chop off his fingers." The general suddenly said coldly.

After he issued the order, the messenger was stunned.

"No, no, don't."

Ah, a scream.

I saw the soldier who stepped forward and chopped off the messenger's two fingers alive with a knife.

The messenger was in pain as if he was about to die and was screaming hysterically.

"I said, I said."

He finally gave in.

He could no longer bear such harsh and cruel treatment, so he had no choice but to resort to it.

When he was summoned out of his dying breath, the general smiled.

"Okay, tell me, are you from Melka Al Qaeda?" the general asked coldly.

The messenger seemed to be dying at this moment, shaking his blood-stained face slightly.
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