Chapter nine hundred and fifty-ninth torture, opening
Deng Deng.●hehe 66.℡℡
As soon as he walked in, screams immediately filled his ears, and a strong smell of blood mixed with the smell of feces and urine hit his nostrils. Just a slight smell made people's stomach churn and make them want to vomit.
The several major generals and colonels of the military region standing aside and watching all looked pale. They were all officers of ordinary combat troops. They had never seen such a bloody and cruel torture scene. It even made them feel that in the future, even if they were fighting,
The idea of not being a prisoner even if you die is simply too terrifying.
Deng Deng Deng.
He Zhenzhong came to Little Bee's side, "Have you spoken yet?"
"Bah." The dying black man lying in a pool of blood spit out blood, stared at He Zhenzhong with disdain, and said weakly: "Don't even think about it."
He Zhenzhong glanced at it, and saw that all of this guy's fingernails had been pulled out, and they were bloody. There were even tiny needle holes. Moreover, the big toe of his foot had been stepped on and exploded, leaving pieces of bloody flesh and blood.
It looked very ferocious.
Looking at the somewhat ashamed Little Bee, He Zhenzhong did not blame him. After all, these American agents have also received strict training, and their mouths are not so easy to pry open. He nodded, "Go on, don't make it so troublesome.
First smash all ten of his toes and fingers. If you don't tell me, then continue to pound this guy's left foot. If you don't want to move, smash his right foot. If you still don't tell me, then give me one joint at a time.
Smash it up."
"Just like this." He Zhenzhong said, stretched out his foot to step on the guy's hand, and grabbed a hammer.
call.
when.
puff.
Warm blood splashed.
"Ah." A shrill scream sounded, and the guy's body was shaking in pain, but he had stopped knocking out his teeth, otherwise he would definitely crush all his teeth.
hiss.
Seeing He Zhenzhong lifting the hammer and looking at the layer of bloody skin on the ground, several officers nearby couldn't help but gasp. Well, it was so cruel that even the bones were broken into powder. If this happened one section at a time
It was too terrifying to break all the bones in the body.
This guy is truly the God of Death.
Throwing the hammer to Little Bee, He Zhenzhong moved forward and came to Harley's side. A tall white man was tied to a pillar. His body was covered with the marks left by a whip with iron stings.
You can also see white salt grains, and there are obvious needle holes on the wrists, which are obviously injected with drugs that stimulate the human nerves.
"Death." Harley's face also looked a little slumped, but the guy still didn't do anything.
"Is injection useful?" He Zhenzhong shook his head, "This move can even withstand the female soldiers of Fire Phoenix, let alone these guys."
Harley smiled sarcastically, "What?"
He Zhenzhong walked up to the guy and looked him up and down. His eyes quickly fell on the guy's neck, where there was an ornament of Jesus hanging. He smiled, "It's rare that he is still a devout believer."
"Bah." The guy stared at He Zhenzhong with disdain, "Continue if you can, see if I'm afraid."
"It's so unharmonious to fight and kill." He Zhenzhong was not angry at all. He looked at the guy and said to Harley: "Tattoo words and patterns that blaspheme Jesus on his face. I want to see if he can survive after death.
Can’t go to heaven.”
"you.."
boom.
puff.
Before the guy could finish speaking, Harley punched him in the stomach, "You have no business talking."
"Why don't you tattoo a satanic pattern on his dick?" He Zhenzhong touched his chin and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't tell me, just treat it as a joke. Go and get the needle and paint."
"yes."
Hearing this, the surrounding officers felt a chill in their crotches. How could they be so cruel? They couldn't imagine whether it would be possible for them to withstand it.
Soon, Harley brought the things over. It has to be said that the torture instruments here are really complete, which saved them a lot of time.
However, the officers soon widened their eyes and opened their mouths. Is this a tattoo? Why did the needle need to be heated red?
Zizzi.
As soon as the red-hot thin needle penetrated the guy's skin, a faint scent of barbecue came out. And the guy screamed miserably in an instant. As soon as the needle penetrated, he actually felt a little cold.
Then slowly, the fine needle gradually heated up like a kettle on the stove, and began to feel hot. In the end, there was a sharp pain like piercing the bone marrow.
Gulu.
The officers couldn't help but swallowed their saliva. The tattooing was one of mental humiliation, and the other was simply a disguised form of branding! The red-hot needle penetrated into the flesh and scratched continuously.
Just thinking about that feeling makes people shudder.
Within a few moments, half of the guy's face was as red and swollen as red bread, and he could barely open his eyes. The screams kept ringing out, and after he fainted for a while, the guy was stimulated by severe pain again.
I woke up, then screamed again, then fainted again and woke up again, over and over again.
The few onlookers couldn't help but want to turn their heads. This feeling was really terrible.
This god of death is too cruel.
"Say, I said, give me a good time."
927 Suddenly, a weak cry rang out, and everyone turned their heads, and immediately saw the guy lying on the ground speaking, with a look of collapse on his face, and all the bones in his lower body had been broken, and in the little bee
Under the hammer, it completely turned into a layer of bloody skin, sticking to the ground. At this moment, the little bee was grabbing the guy's limp dick, and the hammer was already raised.
this?
The faces of several officers who were watching turned green, and they couldn't help but subconsciously clench their feet.
"I, I said it too."
One person spoke, and the guy who was about to have a mental breakdown after being extremely mentally humiliated and stimulated by the red-hot needle also spoke.
He Zhenzhong looked around at the few guys who had not spoken yet, "What about you?"
Soon, except for the white man in the lead, everyone else chose to speak. After all, someone had already spoken, so it was almost the same for them whether to speak or not, so why suffer anymore.
He Zhenzhong nodded to Harley, Xiao Honey and others, indicating that they could start asking for confessions, and he came to the leading guy. This guy must know more, and he didn't have so much time to waste with him.
Once Mr. Situ gets news, he wants to take action immediately...