'Ming' said: "According to the information we have received, Miao Daichen has obtained the support of Li Shouche. If they have already guessed that our Tianmen will send people to Guangzhou for negotiations, and have made arrangements at the airport, train station, etc. in advance, what if
..." 'Ming' looked at Leng Feixue and said: "The owner of the hotel where we are staying is a member of the Sanzhu Society, so..."
Is there something wrong with this guy? He targets himself everywhere!!
Leng Feixue said: "I don't believe that Li Shouche would instigate such actions. He is a businessman and knows the principle of 'leaving a thin line in everything'. He will never take direct action against us before the Sanzhu Society declares war on Tianmen."
, and he was so ruthless.
This is the headquarters of the Sanzhu Society. If Li Shoushe takes action, it will be impossible to avoid the surveillance of the Wang family's intelligence system. When the matter is exposed, Li Shoushe will be equivalent to pushing himself to the forefront, and then implicating the entire Sanzhu Society.
.Li Shoushe cannot afford this price before the three major families make a firm decision!"
"That makes sense. Li Shoushe is indeed not willing to take such a risk, but..." 'Ming' smiled and did not continue. Instead, he sat on the bed. He didn't know when a scalpel appeared in his hand, and he casually
He spun around and asked with a smile: "Brother, we are discussing you, do you want to express your opinion?"
The three of them looked at each other coldly, without any fear. If a person faces the world with the determination to wait for death, then... there will be nothing but coldness in his eyes, let alone anything to fear.
"You can tell by their looks that they won't say anything. If it's me, I have a way to make such tough-talking people speak." Leng Feixue signaled to the team members.
'Ming' raised his hand to interrupt: "Don't bother, I can know which force they belong to in a minute."
One minute? The Maelstrom team members raised their eyebrows, while the three assassins showed contempt and ridicule.
"Brother, I like to deal with people who don't care about their lives, just like you three! But... today is a special situation, we don't have much time, now... start?" Ming smiled and tugged at the outermost part.
The rag stuffed in this man's mouth left a slight gap, so that he would not spit it out easily, but it was not that uncomfortable. Then... he moved it closer to his face, and slowly turned his fingertips, sharp and small
The scalpel rotates along the fingertips and touches the facial skin from time to time.
The feeling of coldness is most clear in a tense environment! The assassin's eyes were cold, and he quietly breathed in to prepare for the torture. The assassin next to him quietly touched him, which meant to encourage him to hold on.
"They are not afraid of death or pain. Even if you gouge out his eyes, he may not be able to speak." Leng Feixue is not optimistic about the means of 'fate', an 'ordinary person'. Subconsciously, she only thinks of him as a hard-working person.
Show off your own little minions.
"Aren't you afraid of gouging out your eyes? Not necessarily!" Ming and the assassin were almost face to face, with their eyes looking straight at each other. After he finished speaking, he shook his fingers, and the sharp edge of the scalpel pierced the man's right eye.
Poof!! The vitreous body was immediately pierced and inserted deep into the eye socket, and the liquid mixed with blood immediately flowed out.
"Ugh!!" The assassin screamed and struggled violently. However, the more he moved, the more the blade twisted around the eye, and the pain increased.
'Ming''s smiling expression turned cold, and he stared at the assassin. The scalpel rotated ferociously and continued to 'drill' inside. More and more blood flowed, and the pain naturally became more intense.
What's more... these are eyes!! Eyes! The mental stimulation behind the pain is equally strong.
Seeing their companions being tortured, the other two assassins could no longer remain calm and began to struggle and resist, whining and screaming.
'Ming' once again pulled off the rag from the assassin's mouth with his left hand, and stirred the scalpel randomly with his right hand, intensifying the pain.
The assassin was in unbearable pain, twitching violently, and his remaining eyes were staring at his 'fate' fiercely. That look was like a wild beast that wanted to choose someone to devour.
'Ming' didn't care, and slowly leaned into his ear and whispered softly: "Does it hurt? Do you enjoy it? What I like most is seeing the captives wailing and struggling in front of me. Don't worry, I will definitely find out your identity.
Find out the identities of all of you. When the time comes, I will find your home, your relatives, and everyone who is close to you.
Then...hehe...guess, in what way I will torture them? What will happen to the men? What will happen to the women? Do you want me to help you fantasize? Hehe, I will make you miserable, and I will make them miserable.
, all the blame falls on you!
Look into my eyes and you will know that I mean what I say, and they will not have a good time in the rest of their lives! If you have a lover, that’s the best. After I enjoy enough, I will send them to the filthiest and most chaotic jail.
,At that time..."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" The assassin struggled violently, whining and roaring, as if he was cursing his 'fate' crazily, but due to the rag in his mouth, he could only make a sound of "Uuuuuuuuuuuuu".
Ming violently rotated his right hand, and the scalpel went deep inside again: "If you want to die happily, if you want to leave a way for your relatives to live, I will give you a chance to speak out. Who is in charge of you?"
The assassin's body twitched violently, and the pain in his eyes deeply stimulated his nerves and consciousness. Blood gurgled outwards, dripping down his cheeks onto the bed, or being thrown onto the two people next to him.
The cruel scene and the strong smell of blood made Zhuge Qinsi frown involuntarily and quietly turned away.
"The opportunity is in your own hands, if you say...or don't say..." Feng suddenly increased his strength and completely tore off the rag from the assassin's mouth.
The assassin had been tortured to the point of madness and was on the verge of mental collapse. Finally he got a chance to speak and couldn't help but roar: "Fuck your ancestors!"
The roar had just come out, and his expression suddenly became crazy in the ferociousness, and then... there was a crisp sound, and the teeth that closed violently bit off his tongue. Gugu, the uncontrollable blood poured out like a water pipe, filling his mouth.
, choked in the throat, and sprayed out under the violent cough.
The assassin's one eye widened and his body began to twitch and tense, slowly waiting for death to approach.
Suicide?? Cruel enough!! Everyone in the room was slightly moved!
"I said, this method won't work." Leng Feixue looked a little worried. There were only three places, and one was wasted. Moreover, this person's decisive suicide would also strengthen the confidence of the other two to commit suicide, not to mention that
Conducive to the next step of interrogation.
Sure enough, after a hint of grief flashed in the eyes of the other two people, they soon turned fierce. At the same time, they began to struggle, pushing the rag in their mouths outwards, trying to end their lives by suicide.
"What a beautiful idea!" The whirlpool team members immediately pounced on them and tightly controlled them.
Leng Feixue said: "One minute is up, it's my turn next."
'Ming' took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood on his hand, and said: "Don't bother, they should be from the Tiandi Gang."
"How do you know? Just guessing?" Leng Feixue found that she felt a little disgusted with this guy.
Di Cheng and Changsun were a little curious about what kind of person Ming was. They knew in their hearts that they would not talk nonsense easily if they were not completely sure, especially in front of them. How could they suddenly determine the identity of these people.
'Ming' looked at the two assassins' unintentional glances and their stopped struggle, and his smile deepened: "That guy cursed me before he died. You should have heard it. He said it in Mandarin, but he couldn't hide it.
Standard Hunan taste!
The Hunan dialect is different from other provinces. It is very complicated and has many varieties, but it cannot escape from the main tone. If I guessed correctly, his accent is... Southwest Mandarin in the Hunan dialect. So,
He is from Hunan, a true Hunanese, that is, a member of the Tiandi Gang!"
"Oh?" Di Cheng, the eldest grandson Qianwen, and Zhuge Qinsi's eyes lit up slightly, and they were filled with praise.
Great job, how come they didn't notice this?!
This interrogation method is a surprise. As long as you open your mouth, your accent will be revealed, and you will be locked into the area and gang you belong to!
Leng Feixue was a little surprised. She looked at Ming for a while, and the conflict in her eyes eased slightly: "Do you still have research on dialects?"
"Personal preference, haha, didn't you hear that my Mandarin has a bit of... Henan flavor?"
"He-Nan? Are you..." Leng Feixue's heart moved.
'Ming' smiled and did not answer, and said to Di Cheng: "They should be assigned by Miao Daichen. It seems that they have long expected that the headquarters will send people to Guangzhou, and have made preparations in advance. But is there anyone from the Li family behind this?
Shadow, what role the Li family plays in it remains to be verified!"
PS: It broke out today!! Brothers, flowers, rewards, keep walking!!
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