An Xiaolan let go of his chin, Afeng waved his hand, and two men in black took out finger pullers.
Pull out all the bones of the little finger and let the limp little finger hang down.
The sniper bit his lip and still didn't say a word.
"good!"
An Xiaolan clapped his hands. He liked the sniper's character very much. He smiled and nodded.
The fingers of the entire left hand were cut off one by one. The entire left hand was very twisted and drooping. It felt like a sponge and soft.
The sniper looked as if he had been fished out of the water, his clothes and quilt were still soaked with sweat, and An Xiaolan hooked his chin.
"Say! Who instigated it!"
The smile was still there, but it was bloodthirsty, and the low voice was very hoarse. The speech was very slow, making Xia Yiyi open her eyes wide and look at An Xiaolan in fear.
"Is it her?"
Looking lazily at Xia Yiyi's expression, that fearful face was very pleasing to the eye.
An Xiaolan's tone was very light, as if he was saying, "Have you eaten?" It was so simple. But if he didn't tell the answer, the consequences would be extremely serious.
"You have a tough mouth! I really admire you."
I patted the sniper's face. His resolute face was still as pale as paper, but he was very tolerant.
An Xiaolan slowly inserted the finger puller into the sniper's right index finger, scraping her nails gently, feeling the cold metal, and she smiled peacefully.
"What a perfect index finger, bang - what a crisp gunshot, you will never be able to touch it from now on."
Fear gradually appeared on that resolute face. Yes, if the index finger of his right hand was lost, his sniper career would be over.
"I…."
"Forget it! I don't want to hear it anymore! Because I already know the answer."
An Xiaolan pulled the finger puller hard, and there was a crunching sound - the sound of bones squeezing...
"This scene is pretty good!"
He slapped Xia Yiyi on the face. It was obvious that she was not the one suffering the torture, but she was still sweating.
"Devil, you are the devil!"
Being taken away from her smelly socks, Xia Yiyi screamed sharply, and kept moving back, and kept moving back! She cried...
"demon?"
He raised the corners of his mouth and slowly thought about these words. A half-smile but not a smile made Xia Yiyi even more frightened. She kept trembling and had no way to retreat in the corner.
"Did you instigate this?"
An Xiaolan pinched her chin and spoke slowly, causing Xia Yiyi to tighten her pupils and look at An Xiaolan with wide eyes.
"Are you acquiescing?"
She couldn't move or speak, and could only look at the pure face with a smile like an angel in horror.
"Chop off her hand! Give it to Xia Yunyun."
An Xiaolan shook her face away, stood up and walked to the sniper.
"You like her very much, right? Does your heart hurt?"
An Xiaolan poked his chest, and the smile on his lips had become a nightmare.
"Do not do this!"
Xia Yiyi screamed and kept screaming. Afeng grabbed her hand, the sharp blade was dangling in his hand, and the cold light that flashed was very frightening.
His heart beat violently and he kept shaking his head. But nothing could stop A Feng from executing the order.
The joints of the extended bones at the wrist were neatly cut off, very neatly, and the bleeding was neatly stopped. Then the hand was placed on a box.
"Fainted?"
Seeing Xia Yiyi fainting, An Xiaolan returned to the lazy chair.
"No words? No heartache? Is there someone else?"
An Xiaolan looked at the sniper funny. Facing Xia Yiyi, he showed no expression at all. It seemed that there really was someone else.
"Lock them both up and put some information out there!"
An Xiaolan took the box and walked out of the dean's office. The exquisite wooden box in his hand, I wonder if you can bear this gift?