Lin Kun raised his head dullly, but he didn't dare to answer easily in his heart. At this time, Teng Tu, who was sitting in the cab through an iron window, patted the iron net with his big hand, and shouted loudly at the car behind him.
He shouted: "Shut up, everyone. If anyone dares to speak again, I will kill him now! Anyway, if I change the hostage, I won't miss one or two of you!"
The people in the carriage suddenly became quiet. They all knew the National Security Bureau’s routines and methods, and they had all tried them. There were basically no people who could finally bite the bullet and not tell the truth. Everything they could tell was the truth, but the methods used at that time were
How awesome.
Now recalling the interrogation of the manager half an hour ago, these terrorists shuddered in their hearts. They had no doubt in their hearts that Tengtu said they would be killed.
National Security Bureau...
China's top secret department holds the power of life and death at any time.
After Teng Tu finished speaking, he looked at Lin Kun with a vague gaze, and Lin Kun lowered his head knowingly.
The car drove out of the city, and it was a little bumpy. When it reached the suburbs, the situation became even worse. After driving for about twenty minutes, in the dark night, I finally saw a small dot in the distance.
bright light.
Jiangnan is a fertile land, but after all, there are also desolate places. Desolation is only temporary. With the rapid development of society, Jiangnan City has been rapidly expanding to the surrounding areas.
The territory here was originally a small fishing village, guarding the lower reaches of the river. Some fishermen's families lived on the shore. In recent years, the number of fish in the river has decreased. The government does not allow fishermen to fish unscrupulously, so the villagers in the fishermen's village
Most of them migrated away.
Now the whole place that looks like a fishing village has been desolate for a long time, and the tall and short old houses look like old people in their twilight years in the dark.
The bright light came from a fishing house not far away. The car immediately slowed down. Shen Congwen, who was in the car in front, called the old man at home and informed him that they had arrived.
The old man always has a single line of contact with people from Higashi Shrine, and the virtual number changes almost every time.
At this time, the terrorists on duty in the fishing village saw two cars coming from a distance. When they saw the two cars stopped, they immediately reported it to their leader.
This man is a man in his thirties who is blind in one eye. He is not very tall and has a somewhat hunched back. He picks up a mobile phone with a special device on the table. This mobile phone looks much thicker than an ordinary mobile phone. He dials out
I got Mr. Shen’s phone number.
In the dilapidated room next door, three people, Shen Jiachong, Shen Jiaying, and Shangguan Fei'er, were being held captive.
All three of them had their hands and feet tied up, and sat close together in the corner. The ground was covered with a layer of thatch, and it was a bit damp next to the river. It was very uncomfortable to sit on it.
In addition to the three people in the room, there were also two terrorists from the East Shrine who were in charge of guarding. These two people looked like they were in their mid-twenties. One had naturally curly hair stuck to his scalp, which looked very awkward, and the other had his hair left open.
I have thick long hair that I haven’t washed in a few days. The thick long hair is stuck together and looks disgusting.
These two men had just come in after a shift change. As soon as they came in, they stared at the three people, not so much the three people, but actually staring at Shen Jiaying and Shangguan Feier. The two groups of terrorists who had just come in to guard were also staring at each other.
With such an appearance, these people acted as if they had not seen women for many years.
This is not to blame these people, because Shen Jiaying and Shangguan Fei'er are so beautiful, especially Shangguan Fei'er, their appearance is enough to become a big star.
The appearance of the two terrorists in front of them made Shangguan Fei'er and Shen Jiaying even more frightened. They couldn't help but hide behind Shen Jiacong. The expressions on the faces of these two terrorists were hotter than any previous wave of terrorists.
, they are all so vulgar, they look like they want to eat them right away.
Shen Jiaying whispered in fear: "What should I do..."
Shen Jiacong also looked nervous, but still encouraged himself forcefully and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Shangguan Fei'er seemed to have a more mature mind. He lowered his voice and said, "Let's not talk, don't irritate them."
When Shen Jiacong and Shen Jiaying heard this, they immediately stopped talking.
But the two terrorists on the opposite side stood up, rubbed their hands, and walked over with a wicked smile.
"Hey, little flower girl, what did you just say?" the curly-haired terrorist said with a lewd smile.
"Are you complimenting us on how handsome we are and want to make friends with us?" said the long-haired terrorist.
Shen Jiaying and Shangguan Fei'er immediately became even more frightened and tried their best to hide behind Shen Jiacong. At this time, Shen Jiacong showed his manly side and said forcefully to the two terrorists, "You... don't come here!"
"Xinxi! Who the hell are you!" The curly-haired terrorist raised his hand and slapped Shen Jiachong on the face.
Shen Jiacong was in pain and was lying on the ground after being beaten. Half of his cheeks swollen instantly, blood dripped from the corners of his mouth, and he felt that his front teeth were loose.
The long-haired terrorist grabbed Shen Jiaying's arm, lifted it up hard, and laughed loudly: "This flower girl belongs to me!"
Shen Jiaying kept struggling with the arm of the hairy terrorist, and the hairy terrorist laughed: "Little girl, your delicate and tender little hands are so cute, huh..."
The hairy terrorist looked very perverted. He grabbed Shen Jiaying's little hand and put it in his mouth.
Shen Jiaying was so disgusted that she almost fainted. However, her hands were tied together. Even if she raised her hands to fight, she could not break free at all. For a moment, she was afraid that tears of despair would flow out.
The curly-haired terrorist grabbed Shangguan Fei on the ground and said with a lewd smile: "I like this girl, she has big breasts and round butt, and she is a mixed race. When I see this little face, I
Want to take a bite..."
As he spoke, he opened his big, smelly mouth and bit Shangguan Fei'er's white and tender face.
Shangguan Fei'er decisively raised her foot and kicked the curly-haired terrorist in the crotch. She had practiced some basic self-defense skills, and she couldn't think too much at this time. She couldn't just sit back and wait for death.
Keng!
Her kick was decisive, but in the eyes of the curly-haired terrorist opposite, she was so vulnerable that she clamped Shangguan Fei'er's little feet with just two legs.
.
Shangguan Fei'er tried to break free, but couldn't break free at all. The curly-haired terrorist suddenly burst out laughing, "Girl, you're pretty hot, I like it!"
He opened his big, smelly mouth and continued to kiss her.
"Let Fei'er go!"
Shen Jiacong shook his head at this time. The slap just now made his eyes dizzy. Now he struggled to stand up and bumped into the terrorist with small curly hair...