When Colin wanted to get up, he found that he could not move his body flexibly. He could only move his shoulder blades and thighs, but could not stand up. He saw huge wounds on his wrists and above his heels.
It turns out that the tendons in his hands and feet were severed, just like the bearings of a machine were broken, completely unable to operate. At the same time, there were a total of eight needles connected to the blood collection bottle to continuously draw his blood to prevent the body from quickly recovering due to the devil's suggestion.
Keeping yourself in a state of exhaustion, unable to draw even a little bit of power from another space.
This is undoubtedly the worst situation, bar none.
He found himself in a dead end.
Is that the end of it?
At this time, the record player was playing Vivaldi's orchestral music. Colin could tell which composer's style of music it was, but he couldn't guess which piece of music it was.
Negotiating with people from SCT is a fanciful idea, not to mention that the man in front of you can be called a madman even among madmen.
Colin didn't hold out any hope. He could only use his time back three times, and each time was weaker than the last. It only lasted a few hours. God knows how long he had lost consciousness.
Even if he kills himself, he will just repeat the same fate again.
Colin planned to anger him and get this shit over with as soon as possible.
It's all terrible. It's not just that you have to die four times to die completely, it's all of this.
It’s just the rest of my life anyway.
"Did your mother give birth to you in a strip club in Mexico? I really can't imagine what kind of environment would give birth to a person like you."
Colin's face was expressionless and his tone was cold.
Randy wiped the blood from his body and didn't care about the verbal insult. Instead, he suddenly became interested.
"It's a pity, she was a pretty model parent, ah, I really miss her waffles."
Randy said it in an extremely understatement.
There is probably no more evil person in this world than the man in front of me.
"Kill me, bastard."
Colin didn't want to waste any more time.
Click!
A dagger instantly pierced Colin's thigh, stirring slowly and slowly, stimulating Colin's nerves.
But Colin just frowned, gritted his teeth, and did not make even one decibel of sound.
"Look, there are so many more interesting things in this world than death."
"We should have a reverence for life."
"You're a pretty tough guy."
"I suppose the physical pain is just scabies to you."
"Pain...death...all have no effect on you..."
"What exactly... exactly could trigger your fear?"
Randy opened the suitcase on the workbench and took out a document.
"Um……"
"Your squad name."
"That gave me an interesting hint."
He quickly covered the information.
Blood-red sunglasses bloomed with light.
"It was a kind of Viking punishment."
"I will make two incisions along your spine near your chest, break your ribs, and finally pull out your lungs and suffocate you to death."
"This kind of criminal law is called blood eagle."
"It is rumored that if you remain silent during the execution, even if you do not die on the battlefield, you can enter the Hall of Valor and drink fairy wine with the gods."
Randy took a deep sniff, but still didn't get the smell he wanted.
Colin just looked gloomy and stared at him indifferently.
Bang bang...
Randy clapped his hands, being so tough-minded is rare even in his entire career, and he is indeed worthy of praise.
"But that's just a fool's joke, there is no Hall of Valor."
"No one cares about God, the devil or the communion table."
"So what about this?"
"Liberty City, Bay Villas, No. 101."
Then Randy read out a series of numbers.
The traitor in the countermeasures bureau betrayed all the information of many agents inside.
Colin could no longer remain calm.
"What do you want to do?"
But in a passive situation, even getting angry is meaningless. It's like laughing out loud in a room alone, which feels stupid.
"Agent Colin..."
"Like I said before."
"You are very responsible, aren't you, even for a woman who no longer belongs to you?"
"If it were her sitting here right now, would you be able to empathize with her, or...that would really make you suffer."
Randy's tone was stern.
"Go ahead and try."
Colin said calmly.
However, for Randy, even if the other party does not speak, he can still know what the other party is going to say. Only 30% of the expressiveness of words is content, and the remaining 70% is just emotion.
"You are afraid..."
"I smell it."
"That's your weakness, Colin."
Click, click, click...
Randy pushed the chair where Colin was sitting next to the work table, and there was a landline phone on it.
As the button sound effects finished, Randy had entered all the numbers and only dialing was left. If Colin made the slightest sound, he would announce his death to the other end of the phone. This was a wonderful hunt.
"Listen up."
"These are the rules of the game now."
"I'm going to cut open your back, break your ribs, and rip out your lungs."
"And you can't make a single decibel of sound."
"otherwise……"
"It's not the Hall of Valor that's waiting for you."
"But in hell, I will first call her to threaten her and make her live in anxiety, and finally I will kill her like I killed the woman just now."
"But if you persist for ten minutes."
"She can live a happy and fulfilling second half of her life."
"I do what I say."
"This is very difficult... indeed, I may not be able to do it. After all... those are lungs, my God, the air will flow out by itself."
"It's equivalent to saying that it's not as simple as making a sound or not."
"Even when your body is transformed into an anatomical engraving, you remain completely calm, like a stone without feeling."
"oh……"
"There is no horror in this world that can surpass the indifference and cruelty of the frozen sun and the long days of mist and chaos."
Colin couldn't refuse.
He couldn't refuse this challenge.
Randy knew that he couldn't refuse at all, and had already begun to prepare the necessary props on the workbench.
"What's interesting is that even without any systematic learning."
"I also became an expert in surgery."
"Maybe I should become a doctor."
"As for now."
In order to prevent the slight sweat from interfering with the friction between the scalpels, even a top surgeon did not have as steady a hand as Randy, but considering professionalism, he put on gloves. Although the environment was a bit harsh, there was no surgical stretcher or searchlight.
No assistants, no sterile room.
But the most important thing is that there is no anesthetic.
"If you can survive it, I think no one in this world can be called a tough guy except you."
Because the dialing was not completed, the landline phone kept buzzing.
