"Guerrillas!" Song Yingsheng heard this word, and immediately asked: "Why?"

"Because..." Jack wanted to speak but stopped, and looked at the water cup pouring water in his hand, "Wait a moment, do you have anything that can make a sound?"

"What do you want this?"

"In order to cover up the sound, someone may be listening to us." At this time, the water in Jack's hand had just been poured out. It turned out that the reason why he poured water just now was to cover up the voices of the two of them.

But why, he knew this? Facing Jack's words, Song Yingsheng was confused, confused by why Jack knew so much, and confused by who was listening to them-

But since Jack said this so seriously, he chose to trust him for the time being and look for something in the mall that could cover up the sound.

This thing is actually not a difficult thing to find. It is a product in the bathroom copy, a ceramic toilet, priced at 40 yuan, and is not installed. Song Yingsheng thought it would be impossible to buy it, but he didn't expect it to be used in such a place.

Then he will naturally not be stingy. It is only 40 yuan anyway. After buying it, the toilet will appear next to the fat man.

"You really did it." The fat man was shocked and looked at Song Yingsheng pressing the flushing button: "Is this space technology?"

"What are you asking about this?" Song Yingsheng shook his head and did not answer, but lifted the gun again: "It should be you, tell me everything you know first. Why are the guerrillas trying to kill me? Who is monitoring me? And what is your identity?"

"I'm just a minion." Jack, a fat man aimed by Song Yingsheng, said honestly: "And the guerrillas, you should know that you have their list or hiding position. In order to keep it a secret, they can only make this decision."

"But your death is valuable. They will definitely recognize you as a hero and call you a warrior who committed suicide to protect intelligence. Isn't that great?"

"It's a big deal!" Song Yingsheng wanted to curse, "If you have the ability to kill me, it's better to rescue me. You know, I have space technology, can't I help them more?"

"They don't seem to know this." Jack pressed the flush button again, "so he chose to kill you, but if, I mean, if, if, let me convey your ability, the guerrillas may be willing to sacrifice their personnel to rescue you."

"In this case, you don't have to sacrifice, but the premise is that at this moment, you must believe me, listen to me, and put down your gun?"

"After all, aren't you afraid of death." Song Yingsheng looked at him with contempt, but still put down his gun. "What about the last question? Who is listening to us?"

"Special forces, they have put cameras in every prison, and may be taking photos and recordings... wait." The fat man seemed to think of something, "If you say that, will your space technology be seen by them? Will they be able to copy your technology in this way?"

"Emm." Song Yingsheng thought to himself that this is the power of the system, not some space technology. "It shouldn't work, at least I haven't seen anyone do it."

"That's good." The fat man felt relieved, "As long as they didn't copy it, I will help you convey it to the guerrillas. You just need to survive now. No matter what torture you encounter, don't tell them their information. In this way, I can help you."

"Yes." Song Yingsheng, who has a physical resistance pill, is not afraid of torture. What he fears most now is that he is directly killed. "But you also have to give me a correct letter. When will you help me?"

"It won't be later than tomorrow afternoon." Jack said confidently: "Believe me, as long as you don't let me down, I will definitely let you down. This is my promise."

Then Song Yingsheng had no choice but to believe him. Although it always seemed abnormal to say such words in his mouth, this might be the only direction for Song Yingsheng to pass the level. He could only nod, sit aside, and sleep peacefully.

Of course, before going to bed, he took the toilet to the warehouse to avoid being noticed.

As for the fat man Jack, after seeing Song Yingsheng fall asleep, he silently put away his knife and looked at the darkness outside the prison. He couldn't help but breathe slowly. From his eyes, we seemed to see that he had a little more hope, which he hadn't had before.

And we don’t know what this is because of, we can only see that the fat man himself chose to sleep, and the night faded quickly disappeared.

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When she woke up again, Song Yingsheng opened her eyes and found that there were two more people in front of her, namely the strong man and the superior.

Among them, the chief greeted Song Yingsheng as soon as he saw him and acted like an old friend: "How is it, how were you doing with Jack yesterday? Are you very happy?"

"It's quite happy." Song Yingsheng responded with a happier voice: "Thank you for giving me a person to talk to."

"That's it." The commander frowned, whispered a few times to the strong man next to him, and then coughed twice: "Cough cough, that's really great. We do this to make you less lonely."

"So, in the face of our great kindness, are you willing to tell the guerrilla information? Or the previous words, what you are willing to say, the rewards are still there."

He was referring to rewards such as luxury cars, beauties, official positions, and the fat man gave him a wink, making Song Yingsheng understand what he should do.

"I think I'd better not say it now." Song Yingsheng smiled, "I don't seem to remember it a little. Why don't you give me a few days to recall it?"

"Of course." The chief laughed, but he was secretly gritting his teeth: "But he will not be allowed in a few days. We have a faster way to help you remember."

"Oh? Then I'm really looking forward to it." Song Yingsheng loosened his shoulders and let his subordinates take him out. He wanted to see what methods they had.

Only the fat man in the prison couldn't help but sigh when he saw this scene, and could only wait for Song Yingsheng to come back.

And this wait took several hours. When Song Yingsheng came back, he only saw the fat man leaving him a bun and said to him: "Thank you for your hard work, eat it."

"No need." Song Yingsheng shook his head, "I have something to eat."

He took out the Coke from the warehouse, drank it, and immediately became more energetic.

Just now, I undoubtedly suffered some inhuman punishment, but I still said that I can't feel any pain. As long as I don't die, he believes that I can keep going.
Chapter completed!