() The huge underground prison opened Wang Hu's eyes. No one had ever seen so many "various cells". Cells with different designs have different functions.

In some cells, turbid ice water is constantly flowing out. This water is constantly seeping down from the ground. It is so disgusting that even thirsty dogs will not refill it. The temperature of the water is also frighteningly cold. When passing by the cell

Due to special treatment, the water can only reach people's ankles. If they are kept inside for a few days, the skin on the feet will become necrotic, then swollen and rotten, and finally fall off the bones.

This is undoubtedly a kind of torture. The prisoner can only remain in a standing position, cannot sleep, cannot sit down, and cannot even half-squat, unless you want your butt to rot.

There is also a narrow and cramped cell, which is about the same size and shape as a coffin. People can only lie in it. The walls on all sides are covered with green mold and unknown mucus. A large number of bedbugs breed inside, and they can be killed with a slap.

Several died. These vicious bugs are welcome to come. As long as someone lies in them, they will bite like crazy. Just like the sharp mouthparts of ants encountering honey, they will constantly gnaw at the skin, although they will not be fatal.

It hurts, but everyone can tolerate itching all over the body and various complications caused by bacterial infection.

There is also a half-person-high "furnace". When the prisoner is huddled in it, the guard will light charcoal under the cell and heat the cell with flames and smoke until the prisoner is dehydrated and his skin is cracked into pieces.

The pieces were like broken porcelain, and large chunks of skin and flesh would fall off with a pinch of hands, and traces of blood were still oozing from the pores. There was once a tough-mouthed guy who was roasted half-cooked, and finally saw himself being eaten by hungry people.

The companion eats it.

Wang Hu is sitting in the interrogation room. The room is large enough, and the walls are covered with hooks, knives, saws, small axes and other whimsical torture tools. There are no weak emotions such as morality and pity here. For different people,

The prisoners have a variety of different methods. Imagination is the only obstacle. You must use different torture instruments to combine them into various painful tools.

He looked up and down, left and right, without realizing at all that there was a tiny surveillance robot above his head. His every move was captured by the camera and then sent to a thermal technology storm-resistant tent several kilometers away.

The blizzard was still raging on the earth, the people in the tent were not talking, and Soap was concentrating on controlling the chicken.

At this moment, the chicken was like a mosquito patrolling its territory, hovering silently in mid-air in the interrogation room. From this angle, it could overlook the bird below, hovering above the head of the unaware Wang Hu.

"Lower the height. You can even rest on his shoulders." The "compound eyes" on Sophia's face reflected the faint light. Amputated insects in the tropical jungle often show this kind of emotionless indifference.

Soap manipulated the control lever, turned on the sound sensor on the chicken, and adjusted the direction of the horn-shaped pickup. Then it hovered half a meter above Wang Hu's head. This position was slightly towards the back of Wang Hu's head. Even if he was noticed, it would be difficult to move it.

The chick "shot down". He didn't do what Sophia said because he didn't think the screener who got the job was a fool.

Just think about it for a moment and you will know that insects such as mosquitoes and flies are unlikely to appear in such cold weather.

At this time, someone pushed the door open and walked in, and the appearance of a cold-faced officer was zoomed in on the screen. His huge mouth said, "Are you ready for the day's work? Today we will identify 15 suspects. Although they have not been identified.

Guilty. But I hope you don’t take it lightly.”

Wang Hu smiled, with a hint of excitement in his voice, "I will wipe my face and eyes. Although this is the first time, you will think it is a wonderful 'debut show'."

The speaker of the portable computer clearly displayed the conversation between the two in Parker Soren's ears. He cleared his throat unnaturally. The smoke-stricken throat was a little itchy in the dry and cold air. He did not speak, but held a toy pistol.

It's like holding a precious gem.

Soap shook the joystick, and the chicken hovered in the air and lay on the wall behind Wang Hu. He adjusted the direction of the camera and pickup to have a panoramic view of the entire interrogation room.

The shrill and howling wind blew the tent to and fro, and there was a possibility of it being torn and overturned at any time. The polyethylene material was blown and made a whirling sound. But after a while, someone spoke outside, and it seemed that he had discovered the tent.

Something was wrong, so the man began to strengthen the heat-resistant storm tent and re-nailed the loose air nails into the ice and snow.

The biting cold wind rolled against the ground like a tidal wave, rushing down the snowfield like a roaring river. Quinn only stayed outside for a few minutes before his limbs became numb from the cold.

Several white spheres behind her were buried in the snow, with only a little flat curved "roof" exposed. These mercenaries have endless methods, and these huge white dome buildings are so exquisite that they make people feel

surprise.

Quinn had no way of knowing that these things that looked like small astronomical observatories were actually multi-stage inflatable polysorbate structures. The triangular structures were inflated, glued together one by one, and then added with air nails.

Metal wires connect the entire structure. It looks like a large sealed tent. This is a portable home designed by NASA in the United States and will be used for Mars exploration in the future.

They are called "dwelling balls."

Quinn could easily press down the air nail with just her hands. The hard ice and snow were nothing in her eyes. What she found strange was the man standing next to him. This was a mercenary recently recruited by the guerrillas. He seemed to be someone

The leader of the mercenary group.

This man was also wrapped in a thick windproof suit. "How is the situation?" His voice was transmitted through the throat microphone around his neck. The voice identification software immediately encoded, reorganized, encrypted, and transmitted it to the computer through the high-power communication device of the peripheral device.

In Park Soren's earphones, the signal begins to be decrypted and the digital signal is converted into text through the automatic sequencing of pre-designed numbers, and then the same synthesized voice is read out.

The speed of one round trip is only eight milliseconds.

A mechanical voice came from the earphones, "The investigation is not over yet. Be patient, brother."

The man didn't say anything. He raised the infrared telescope and looked at the black city in the distance. The lair built on the granite was as dark and dangerous as its style. The tiny flickering lights were like diamonds on the crystal skull, but he didn't feel this.

The scene is so beautiful, but it has an extremely gloomy and lifeless feeling.

"I hope your promise is effective. No one in Valoran dares to make plans for this city. You are the first!"

Quinn's eyes were as sharp as a knife, and she scratched the man's face several times. These mercenaries were so unruly that they didn't take her seriously at all. She could feel the mockery in their contempt, which made Quinn

It felt like someone had punched me, and my chest felt tight and uncomfortable.

"Don't worry, there is our internal cause in the city-state, and at least two Demacia heroes have infiltrated. You can rest assured. As long as Sandra Robb is successfully rescued, the king will agree to all your conditions. Don't have any doubts about this relationship.

To Demacia's life or death!"

"The power brokers in Demacia will not agree so easily. The Lightshield family is just the largest, fattest beast of power." The man continued to look at Noxus in the distance. The black city seemed to be lying on the ground.

The beast on the ground weighed heavily on his heart.

Quinn frowned. These mercenaries were not under the Eagle Banner Corps, but reinforcements coming directly from Demacia. They seemed to have accepted the commission from the royal family to do something earth-shattering, which would be extremely helpful in reversing the unfavorable war on the front line.

Important. The current situation in Demacia is not much better than that of Noxus. The continuous war has left the entire city-state in devastation. The people are already dissatisfied with the rule of the Lightshield family, and the role of the Parliament in this is not very glorious.

The situation of co-governance between the monarch and the parliament is shaky. What are these people planning...

At this time, Wang Hu was preparing to start work. There was only a small observation hole on the iron door of the interrogation room. Looking out from there, he could only see a dark patch of darkness.

After Sergeant Nissan finished his explanation, he opened the door and walked out. Before leaving, he left Wang Hu with a meaningful message, "Keep your duty."

Then there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!" Wang Hu said while sitting behind the table.

A guard who was only 17 or 18 years old opened the door. His immature face showed that he was a new recruit. He had probably joined the army for less than two years. The fact that he joined the Military Justice Department so quickly showed that this guard had an unusual family background.

At least he is a baron, Wang Hu thought to himself.

This interrogation room is very small, rectangular in shape, with bare walls and marble floors. The gaps are covered with dark brown mold. This is the result of being nourished by blood and minced meat for a long time, like steamed buns that have been left for a long time.

, eggplant-shaped stains stuck into large balls like spider webs.

The bright magic lamp made the guard squint his eyes. He looked at Wang Hu's neat military uniform, which was somewhat incompatible with the bleak environment.

Behind the guard was a thick iron chain. He sideways let the prisoner enter the interrogation room. A prisoner who was tightly bound by shackles and iron ropes walked in. The prisoner was placed on an iron chair at the door. The handrails on both sides

There are two huge U-shaped locks on the top. When the prisoner sits on it, his arms are fixed inside. Some long chains are wrapped around his legs, so that the prisoner is firmly locked in the chair.

superior.

"This man was originally the owner of a store. We found that he had some strange behavior. He always appeared suddenly near the city gate. In his home we found a map about the defense of Noxus. He always wanted to sleep.

, but I kept whipping him. Sergeant, I made sure he never closed his eyes for a moment."

The guard said with some pride, with a slight drop of sweat on his nose, and his face turned red with excitement, as if he had done something great.

Wang Hu looked at the guard without saying a word. After a while, he nodded slowly. He could see that the young guard was slightly disappointed because he did not receive praise. The guard's fingers couldn't help but touch the leather whip around his waist.
Chapter completed!