In the empty room, there was only the sound of Ning Huan's breathing. She had always endured it, with a thin layer of cold sweat on her forehead, and her chest seemed to be burning with a ball of fire. Her whole body was in burning pain, and her whole body seemed to be immersed in a sea of fire.
Jing Lei turned his back to Ning Huan and did not look at her pain. He still showed mercy. He couldn't bear to see her scarred appearance, but he had to let her speak. He gave her a shot to deal with the prisoner.
of drugs.
Cy No. 3 is an anesthetic developed by the CIA. Because it contains sodium thiopental, it can paralyze the nerves in part of the human brain, making people involuntarily tell the truth. However, Jue Mo found someone in this drug.
An ingredient has been added that will cause people to suffer great pain during the process of mental resistance. Under the dual torture of body and mind, the efficacy of Cy3 will be maximized.
Ning Huan was born as a North American agent, so her body's resistance to drugs is much better than that of ordinary people. Her perseverance is even stronger than that of ordinary people, so the pain she suffers will be greater than that of ordinary people.
"Thunder...it hurts..." Ning Huan's consciousness was already a little distracted, and he murmured softly, like an aggrieved cat, with a pale face.
Jing Lei's pursed lips revealed heartache, but he did not turn around. He did not dare to look at her tortured appearance.
"Thunder...Thunder...it hurts..." Ning Huan gradually fell into coma, but she still called his name, her voice was low and hoarse, as if a kitten's claws were scratching her heart.
Jing Lei turned around and hugged her tightly. His eyes were deep, and he locked his eyes coldly on the two bodyguards standing behind him, "You two, get out."
The two looked at each other and left silently.
"Ning Huan... Ning Huan..." Jing Lei wiped the thin sweat on her forehead distressedly, and his body began to tremble. It took almost all his self-control to endure until now.
"Thunder..." Ning Huan spoke softly in confusion, her eyes closed tightly.
Putting the coat on her body, his eyes darkened and he had regained his composure. He asked in a deep voice, "Who sent you?"
Ning Huan frowned, as if there was still some resistance in her subconscious. She couldn't help but groaned, and after a while she answered, "North America...the North American Special Agent Group..."
"What is your purpose here?" Jing Lei closed his eyes, and it was as he guessed, and he continued to ask.
His body moved, and Ning Huan opened his mouth and said, "Destroy the relationship between... the mafia and... the Italian government... and find evidence to assassinate American... politicians..."
Jing Lei's lips were filled with sarcasm. Even though he had found out all this, he still deceived himself into believing in Ning Huan. He checked Ning Huan's background three times and got the same result, but he still didn't believe it.
"Where is the secret agent base?" Jing Lei's voice became increasingly cold, almost like an iceberg being opened for exploration.
"I don't know..." Ning Huan's frowning eyebrows never relaxed, and her body was shaking slightly. She seemed to be still resisting the power of the medicine, "We all went in and out blindfolded."
Jing Lei lowered his eyes. It was so well hidden. No wonder North American agents can always be active in various places. They do have their own advantages.
"Did you also leak the last attack in the north?" Jing Lei asked again.
"Yes." The answer was very concise this time.
"So, being rescued by me is part of your plan?" Jing Lei couldn't help but ask a question that had nothing to do with the mafia.
Ning Huan actually evoked a faint smile, "Yes, I planned it."
It turns out that all this was her plan, and I was just a pawn on her chessboard.
Jing Lei felt a dull pain in his chest. Even if he knew that the person she liked was his master, he had never felt such pain. He just thought that it would be good if she could be happy.
"Lei, you will definitely save me." Ning Huan suddenly said something again, which seemed to be supplementing the previous sentence.
"Why?" Jing Lei frowned, wondering where she got such confidence.
"Because he is the kindest man in the world." Ning Huan answered quickly, as if she didn't need to think or even resist the power of the medicine, she spoke her answer directly and naturally.
It turns out that's the case.
Jing Lei slowly stroked Ning Huan's cheek. She was pale and delicate, like petals withering in the wind and rain, making people feel pity for her. She seldom spoke and always stood quietly aside.
He only has his master in his eyes, and what he likes is her simplicity and directness.
She knew his deep love and would neither accept nor reject it. He always thought that she was waiting for him to give up. Now it seems that she is just sitting on the sidelines because of his stupidity. He is willing to guard her and protect her.
He thought that at least she took him into her heart and that they were friends. But she didn't expect that she just regarded him as a fool.
Who is the kindest person in the world? Jinglei remembered what she had said before, kindness and stupidity have the same meaning. She did not believe that there were kind people in this world, and those so-called kindnesses were just stupidity.
"Thunder..." I don't know if it was because of Ning Huan's amazing perseverance, but the effect of Cy3 disappeared quickly. She had slowly opened her eyes and reluctantly looked at the man holding her in his arms.
You will always only know the man standing behind you and guarding you.
"I'll take you to rest." Jing Lei looked away indifferently, picked her up by the waist, kicked open the door, and walked out of the interrogation room, ignoring the obstruction of the two bodyguards.
Jue Mo, who was looking at the monitor, touched his chin thoughtfully, "Jingyu, did your brother misunderstand something?"
Jingyu also had the same thoughtful expression and nodded, "I also feel that he seems to have misunderstood something."
However, the two people looked at each other for a long time, and neither could figure out what Jinglei had misunderstood, which caused him to have such a sad and tragic expression.