A basin of cold water was poured on the foreigner's face, and he woke up immediately. Although it was already spring, the temperature was still very low. It was uncomfortable to have someone pour cold water on him suddenly.
"Chinese, what are you doing?" Qin Feng was secretly happy that the foreigner could speak Chinese. He was also worried that he might not be able to explain certain contents to him in a foreign language.
Since the other party has sadly become a test subject for the top ten tortures, one must let them know clearly what they are about to face, otherwise it would not be too inhumane.
"Hahaha, it was you who shot at me and wanted to kill me, and now you are asking me what I want to do." Young Master Qin deliberately made a ferocious expression and said, "You have no right to ask questions now. You can choose to accept it.”
After saying that, he picked up a hammer and a bamboo stick from the side.
The bamboo stick was sharpened and flattened in front. He raised one of the foreigner's hands, inserted the bamboo stick between his fingers, and said with a smile: "You must have heard of the ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty, right? , let me tell you, this trick is called inserting needles, and it used to be specially used to deal with female prisoners. I reluctantly let you try it because you are a foreigner. You have to thank me."
After saying that, he hit the end of the bamboo stick with a hammer.
"Ah." The foreigner screamed, and the bamboo stick pierced nearly one centimeter between his fingers, and the nail caps were pried up.
"Ouch, it must be very painful, right?" Young Master Qin looked like he had done something wrong and said, "I'm so sorry. It's my first time doing this kind of thing, so I may not be very proficient in it, but don't worry, I'll learn from it. Things are very fast, and you will definitely have a different feeling after a while.”
The foreigner's face has become distorted and deformed. As the saying goes, ten fingers are connected to the heart. Although he has received many beating trainings and is considered rough-skinned and thick-skinned, no one would extend this training to his fingers.
Young Master Qin is a person who doesn't like to play his cards according to common sense. He will mess with the opponent's fingers as soon as he comes up, which makes the foreigner feel like a hero has no place to play.
"What do you want?" the foreigner gritted his teeth and asked, "Even if you want to torture and extract a confession, before you do it, you should always tell your own problems first, or you can use coercion and inducement to achieve what you want. When the result is obtained, it is not too late to take action. There is no way to take action as soon as possible."
I wiped it, it seemed like it should be like this.
Qin Feng said with an apologetic face: "I'm sorry, I wanted to test the power of the ten tortures so much that I forgot the opening remarks. How about we start from the heart? What do you think?"
The foreigner was sweating profusely, not sure whether it was from pain or from being shocked.
"But, is that kind of opening statement useful?" Qin Feng stared at his face and said, "You and I are both specially trained people. Even if we are beaten to death, we will never speak, so why bother taking off our pants and farting? , so it’s not wrong for me to take action directly.”
"Uh." The foreigner stared, not knowing how to retort.
Indeed, he would definitely not sell out the organization just because of a few words from the other party or a generous price adjustment for dismissal.
Bang...
The second hammer hit the end of the bamboo stick, and he screamed even more ferociously.
Outside the dilapidated window, Isabella shook her head and muttered to herself: "It's too cruel, I really can't stand it. As a good person with ideals and ambitions, how can I just watch such cruel things continue to happen?" Therefore, I choose to be out of sight.”
Her figure flashed and disappeared.
In the room, Young Master Qin took out the second bamboo stick and said with a smile: "He is indeed a tough guy. He has refused to say anything until now. Let's continue."
"Damn it, you didn't ask me what to say," the foreigner yelled.
Qin Feng played with the bamboo stick in his hand and hummed: "I ask you, just tell me."
"If you don't tell me, I won't tell you even to death." The foreigner roared hysterically.
"Then it's okay. If you don't tell me, I won't bother to ask you." He smiled meaningfully: "I hope you are a real tough guy and never confess before I finish testing the ten ascetic practices. That would be boring. "
The foreigners were almost crying, they wouldn’t treat people like this.
Screams came one after another, and the process of inserting the needle finally came to an end. His hands were bloody and bloody. Even if Mr. Qin let him live, he would never use a gun again in this life.
A pot of water was boiling next to him. He picked up a spoonful and said, "Among the ten tortures, the most inhumane is this. I will pour boiling water on your body and then brush it off with an iron brush." The skin and flesh are cooked until the white bones are exposed...cough cough, it seems really cruel, you will die if you do that, so we won't use this trick."
The foreigner let out a sigh of relief. When he heard Qin Feng's description just now, he was already frightened.
Qin Feng changed the subject: "Then let's play burying you alive. Dig a hole and bury you in it. Only your head is exposed. When I'm happy, I'll give you some water and some fertilizer. It's spring now." , maybe by summer, another one of you will grow."
If the foreigner hadn't been tied up, he would have knelt down and shouted, "I'll tell you everything you want to know. Please stop torturing me."
I wiped it and bowed my head. How could I act like a tough guy just now? It was really disappointing.
Qin Feng scolded him first, then walked over, stretched out his hand to pat the other person's face, and said: "Although you disappoint me, those who know the current affairs are heroes. I can let you live, provided that I tell you everything you know." If I dare to hide anything, you will have to continue to experience the feeling of life being worse than death, remember."
The foreigner nodded: "Remember, I will tell you everything I know."
He started to talk about the information related to the Angel of Death. Qin Feng interrupted and said something that shocked him. This was to prevent him from taking chances.
This person's status in the organization is obviously higher than the previous three, and he has more secrets.
Young Master Qin listened to the recording. With the confessions of these four people, he had a preliminary understanding of the composition of the Angel of Death.
An hour later, three police cars roared over and parked steadily outside.
Zhou Mingchu personally led the team, accompanied by twelve heavily armed special police officers. As soon as he entered the door, he asked: "Xiao Feng, what's the matter? You asked me to come all the way from the provincial capital."
"We captured another terrorist, and he is the same group as the three people last time." Mr. Qin said with a smile.
"Really?" Uncle Zhou was so excited that he quickly turned around to look, but he was startled: "What's going on? What's wrong with his hand?"
Qin Feng said nonchalantly: "When we arrested him, he resisted arrest, so I had to take some special measures, hehe."
Of course he won't tell Uncle Zhou that he has used torture to extract a confession. Even though you are my future father-in-law, he can't tell you.