Under normal circumstances, Xie Yuan should have fled back to the ground immediately after arriving at this station and reported the news elsewhere.
Because Pavel would not let him go, he knew that even if Pavel was fully willing now, he would only need to report Xie Yuan's information.
But he needs information. Simply put, curiosity killed the cat.
He had a hunch that as long as he entered their interrogation room, he would be able to get a glimmer of the truth about this foggy war.
But can he withstand the torture of the intelligence agencies?
Fortunately, Xie Yuan is not someone who must be killed - everyone who knows Xie Yuan knows that keeping him alive is of greater value than letting him die.
Otherwise, I have heard before that in the criminal law of the KGB prison, there is a very simple, no technical skill, but very cruel execution type torture - towel.
Why are towels scary? The executioner will twist the water-soaked towel into a long strip and stuff it into the victim's esophagus and stomach. The towel will then unfold, be digested by the gastric acid, and then adhere to the stomach wall. together.
Think about it, if at this time, someone took the towel out of your mouth and pulled it out hard - then you would see the wall of your stomach spit out from your throat.
This will cause the person to live in pain for more than ten minutes before the stomach acid corrodes the organs and dies.
This is the most unreasonable execution technique that Xie Yuan has ever encountered. Needless to say, there are others. Although compared to the East and Europe, which have a long history, there are more skilled Yingying Jiang, Mao Xiong's techniques are famous for being rough.
But it's practical enough.
But after a while of mental construction, Xie Yuan decided to participate in this interrogation - after all, he was not a professional agent, and this was the only thing missing from all the training. If he had not even experienced actual combat, how could he be called an "agent"?
But let yourself be abused... Xie Yuan also smiled bitterly that he suddenly became "cheap".
However, Xie Yuan, who was relieved, still fully enjoyed the joy of standing in the theater, giving some relief to all the homeless people he met, dismantling the weapons on his hands into parts and wrapping them in a private space such as a toilet. Put it in the storage space.
Now Xie Yuan didn't have a gun except for the knife on his body. All the guns were sold to gun shops in exchange for bullets.
Then when Pavel came to pick her up, he was still watching a still high-quality cancan dance from the front seat of the theater stage.
Finally, under the leadership of Pavel, Xie Yuan was brought to the restaurant and served a table of sumptuous dishes.
Mushrooms, pancakes, soup, and fish? Xie Yuan immediately rubbed his hands happily and sat on the chair.
Pavel raised his glass while sitting opposite Xie Yuan and said: "Aha, great, let's just have a few drinks, Artyom!"
"ymm ymm, okay, hurry up and touch one!" In just a moment, he stuffed a piece of cake into his mouth, chewed it randomly for a few mouthfuls, then after swallowing, he picked up the wine glass, touched Pavel's glass, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Fierce!" Xie Yuan felt like he had drank a ball of fire as soon as he drank it. It was 90-plus degrees of volga! Moreover, he also added pill-breaking pills to avoid intoxicating him to death.
"Bah! Ah, good wine! It has great staying power!" Pavel seemed to suddenly transform into a red-line salesman, "This is a good place, but... well... it's not as good as home, you know? (Looking at a Xie Yuan, the talkative and arrogant person)
…You know, I travel around the metro world and everyone is talking about the fucking Red Army Front, it’s a hell of a place, there’s no food, people are killed indiscriminately, you can’t tell a joke without being arrested… Wait, let’s go in
have a drink."
Pavel directly gave Xie Yuan wine from a bottle, then poured it for himself from another bottle, and then raised his glass: "Cheers, Artyom!"
Xie Yuan picked up the wine glass without showing any signs of weakness and poured it into his mouth. "Ha". With the experience of drinking the first glass, Xie Yuan no longer drank so hotly.
But my mind is getting more and more "dizzy"... Xie Yuan pretends to be drunk and has always been a second-rate actor.
Pavel was definitely drinking the same amount of Volga, and this scream of joy was sincere: "Oh my God, then, um... yes, our life is a bit harsh - a party, a leader, a concept
.
But we have order, and we share everything equally. Food, medicine, fuel, shelter. It’s true that there are no rich people—but there are no poor people either.”
Then Pavel immediately filled up his and Xie Yuan's wine glasses, and the two drank together again. Of course, the wines were separated.
After sitting down again, Pavel immediately brought the topic back: "Wow, my God, where did I say it... Ah, yes, yes! Look... at the platform opposite! They are eating people.
, treating one's own children as slaves... It's like being in the Stone Age! A man transforms from a human into a beast!
You know what? Order, order! That's what matters, that's...that's our salvation."
"So whether you believe it or not, I am a red-line soldier - born as a red-line man and died as a red-line ghost! Have a drink for order!"
He stood up again, filled their respective wine glasses, and Pavel stood up and raised his glass to invite Xie Yuan. Xie Yuan immediately grabbed the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
Looking at the wine glass that Pavel put down and the uniformed soldiers who gradually came out, Xie Yuan also knew that Pavel had finally fulfilled his obligations as a soldier - there was nothing to blame, there was nothing wrong with a soldier sacrificing his personal ethics for the sake of the country.
Woolen cloth?
What a pity for Pavel, who is willing to do whatever it takes for the ideal country in his heart. Soon he will find that he is just a puppet being manipulated.
"I believe that if you have a chance to unify the subway, maybe the alliance can reappear on the land of Moscow." With a pair of drunken eyes, Xie Yuan looked a little sad, "But unfortunately, you have too many enemies...
...There are too many, everywhere...they are...enemies, you...can't defeat them."
After saying this, Xie Yuan's words became quieter and quieter, and in the end, he lay directly on the table, making a "clang" sound, and then snored loudly.
"Hey, what enemy? Who is the enemy?" After hearing Xie Yuan's words, Pavel realized that Xie Yuan had already seen through his thoughts - no wonder he ate so cleanly!
But what exactly did Xie Yuan say? Why did he have such a mentality of breaking the jar and breaking it? This threat was not a threat made with hostility, but a despair under pessimism.
What did Xie Yuan know? Pavel directly pulled Xie Yuan up, trying to slap him repeatedly to wake him up, and even threw wine on his face... It was a pity that Xie Yuan, who had drunk a high degree of vodka and pills, really couldn't sleep.
get up.
Looking at Xie Yuan sleeping soundly, Pavel could only order: "Privates, take this comrade into the car."
"Yes, Major/Sir." Two uniformed soldiers with live ammunition saluted Pavel, who was not wearing a hat and bald head, and then pulled the unconscious Xie Yuan out of the restaurant.
It turns out that this Pavel is a fucking major! Damn it! Xie Yuanban, who was in an out-of-body state, left his body and looked at Pavel who was being saluted and was speechless.
"Wait, you little brat," Xie Yuan looked at his obviously swollen face with a sinister expression, "Don't fall into my hands, I'll slap you back twice as hard!"
In this way, Xie Yuan once again strayed away from the original plan and ran to the center of the red line.