His subconscious told him that what Yushchenko said would never be a good thing.
"First, I know where your family is. You don't have a wife or daughter, but you have a sister and a brother. They all live in Grozny. Am I wrong?"
Yushchenko didn't care whether Johar planned to speak or not, but showed his trump card step by step.
"If I want to cause some trouble for them, your brother has a lot of bad friends around him now. I know he is not a good man or a believer, but he is not a treacherous person, but things are never so absolute.
Especially for us at FSB, nothing is impossible. If you want to see your brother spend the rest of his life in prison, you can choose not to speak."
Johar's expression had obviously changed. Although the darkness of the night concealed his panic, Qin Fei could hear that his breathing was much heavier than before.
Yushchenko's methods seemed disgraceful, but Qin Fei didn't intend to say anything.
No moral bottom line or rules apply to certain secret fronts. As the saying goes, to deal with an evil guy, you must become more evil than him.
Sometimes, the best way to deal with the devil is to use the devil to fight the devil.
"Second, have you seen this rope?" Yushchenko picked up the climbing rope that helped Johar. "The quality of this rope is very good. It can bear a load of 400 kilograms. Do you know why? Because it is made of
Made of Kevlar fiber, with some steel wires twisted into it, it is wear-resistant and high-temperature resistant."
After saying that, he stood up, picked up the green gasoline barrel next to him, and unscrewed the cap.
Qin Fei and Mist who were present smelled the smell of gasoline at the same time.
Sure enough, it's gasoline.
The two looked at each other, both a little surprised.
how?
Everyone suddenly raised a question: Is Yushchenko planning to burn this guy alive?
However, the two still chose not to say anything.
Qin Fei and Mist are both well-informed about this kind of forced confession. Each country's intelligence officers or special forces have their own favorite interrogation modes.
Since this is Yushchenko's territory, others have the final say on their territory. He knows the people of the North Caucasus better than he and Mist do, and he knows better what methods will work.
Yushchenko lifted the gasoline barrel, poured the full gasoline inside, and poured it on Johar's body with great care. He did not pour it on his head, but poured it directly on the clothes on his body.
"What are you going to do..."
Johar seemed a little panicked.
Yushchenko said nothing and continued to pour gasoline, soaking Johar's chest, and then started to pour gasoline on his legs.
The pouring action is very careful, just like applying sauce to a duck that has been killed, stripped and ready for consideration.
"What on earth are you going to do?" Johar kept repeating this sentence. It was obvious that his heart was in chaos.
Yushchenko's strategy almost certainly worked.
Qin Fei suddenly felt that he should cooperate with the performance, which seemed to be more effective.
So, he pretended to be shocked and walked up to Yushchenko, as if to stop him from doing so.
"Oh, are you crazy? Are you really going to burn him to death?"
He spoke in English, and of course Johar couldn't understand it.
However, audio language is not the only channel for human communication. There is also body language, Qin Fei's exaggerated expressions, waving hands, and his shocked tone. Anyone who is not blind can tell that he is blocking Yushchenko.
"Don't mind what's going on here, leave it to me!" Yushchenko didn't realize that Qin Fei was acting, thinking that Qin Fei couldn't stand it anymore, and felt that it seemed inhumane, so he came to stop him.
"Are you really planning to burn him to death?" Qin Fei asked, "Don't do this, it's too inhumane."
Qin Fei said as he pretended to come up and snatch the gasoline barrel from Yushchenko's hand.
The two were entangled. Yushchenko did not expect that Qin Fei would be stupid enough to come out to him. He was about to push Qin Fei away angrily. Unexpectedly, when he looked up, he saw Qin Fei winking at him behind Johar's back.
He instantly understood that this was an act!
So, he pretended to be furious and pushed Qin Fei hard on the chest.
Of course, Qin Fei was also very cooperative. He took a few steps back and sat down in the snow, still shouting: "He is a living mouth and a clue. You can't burn him to death!"
"Go away!" Yushchenko shouted angrily, turned to look at Johar, and said in Ingush: "There is no difference between a living person who does not speak and a dead person!"
When Johar heard this, he panicked.
Just now he was hoping that Qin Fei could stop Yushchenko who was behaving recklessly, and he saw hope of survival.
If there is no hope of living, Johar may only be afraid, but there will be no psychological gap.
Not now. Just a dozen seconds ago, Qin Fei showed him the hope of life, but now, the soap bubbles of hope burst in the air.
It’s over, it’s over!
This guy is really going to burn me to death!
The huge psychological gap suddenly made Johar panic.
The gasoline was almost soaked. Yushchenko squatted in front of Johar, took out his lighter, and pointed at the steep hillside behind him.
"I light a fire and throw you down from here. Do you know what the consequences will be?"
Johar shook his head violently with a pair of frightened eyes.
"Okay, let me tell you what will happen next." Yushchenko said: "I light the gasoline on your body, tie your feet with a rope, and throw you down. You will feel like you are being thrown headlong.
It's like a hanging roast lamb hanging in the air, and the flames are pointing upwards, so they won't burn your head. It will only burn your body and legs. You will watch your body being burned out of grease.
There may still be a bit of a meaty smell, and you will be in pain, excruciating pain, but you won't be able to die for a while. That rope is very resistant to burning. It will take at least fifteen minutes of burning before it breaks, because there are steel wires inside.
, when you wait ten minutes, I will pull you up, put out the fire with snow, tie a new rope, add gasoline to you, and repeat everything I did before..."
"Oh! You pervert, you are a pervert! The Lord will curse you! You are a devil!" Johar was on the verge of collapse and began to speak incoherently.
Yushchenko looked at him indifferently and lit the lighter.
The flames danced in the darkness, like an evil elf, looking at Johar with a grin.
"To tell, or not to tell? Where will Baskov spend the night tonight?" Yushchenko repeated the same question again.
"I...I..." Qihar looked at the flames, his voice trembling, but he was still struggling in his heart. The Yushchenko in front of him was certainly terrifying, but betraying Baskev seemed even more terrifying.
"I really..."
"Really what?"
"I really don't know..." Johar licked his lips and squeezed out a negative answer, "I don't know! I don't know!"
"Okay, I want to see how far your loyalty goes." Yushchenko slowly and slowly brought the lighter closer to Johar's body.
"Ah - ah - help!" Johar began to scream, as if death was approaching him. (To be continued)