Lane followed Mr. Ward's steps along the quiet path, following the dancing shadow of the moon, silently like a shadow.
The faint outline of the town in the distance emerged in the ink. Some rooms were brightly lit, just like beacons in the dark. Mr. Ward couldn't help but feel a little excited and quickened his pace.
"Good evening, Mr. Ward Keel." A joking voice suddenly sounded in the dark night.
Ward was startled. He felt the rapid footsteps behind him and turned his head subconsciously. A black shadow suddenly rushed over like a leopard. He was very alert and just wanted to reach for the gun in his jacket pocket.
"ah!"
His right palm was grasped by someone, as if it was clamped in a vise, and it made a clicking sound. He endured the severe pain and punched Renn's face with his left hand.
Feeling the wind of the punch in front of his face, Ren's nerve reaction was extremely fast and he turned his head to avoid the punch. Ward's movements were stagnant as he swung in the air.
"puff!"
A knee hit his lower abdomen, and Ward's body couldn't help but stoop. Ren quickly took out the pistol on his body and gave him another side kick, hitting his kidney...waist.
Mr. Ward couldn't help but lay on the ground wailing. Lane quickly took out the rope from his backpack, tied his hands, and pulled him up.
In fact, he had been merciful. Except when he was close to Ward, he did not activate his fighting spirit to attack, otherwise Ward would have already received his lunch.
He turned on the safety of the pistol and put the gun against his head: "Be honest and go deeper into the woods. If you dare to move, your brain will explode!"
Mr. Ward looked confused. He was not bad at it, but in the dimness, he didn't even have time to see the opponent's face clearly this time before he was defeated.
With a look of unwillingness, he was roughly driven deep into the woods by Ren, and he asked sternly: "Who are you? Do you know what you are doing? I am..."
With a cold snort, Ren smiled disdainfully: "Didn't I just say your name? Mr. Ward of the Central Military Police Regiment, instead of testing me, you should think about how to survive."
With a thump in his heart, he realized that the other party had come prepared and specifically targeted him: "What do you want to do? What do you want?"
Kicking Ward on the back, Ren said impatiently: "You will know when the time comes. I just want to ask you something."
Passing through the lush woodland, Renn led him to squeeze through the bushes and weeds and arrive at a clearing down the slope.
Ymir and the others sat around a blazing bonfire, adding a few firewood from time to time. The unburned firewood peeled and peeled loudly before dying and growing brighter again. The flickering light of the fire flickered across everyone's faces.
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Renn asked Ward to sit down. He looked around and realized that what happened today was unusual. He lowered his head and remained silent for a while.
"Mr. Ward, we have prepared a bonfire party for you today, I hope you will like it.
Nothing else, we just want to ask you something." Ren said in a tone like an old friend.
"What do you want to know?" Ward's voice was low.
"The three walls are made of giants. The Lacey family has the power to announce all this. We want to know the secrets of the Lacey family. He is not just a country noble, right?" Ren said bluntly, and fell into his hands.
He has several ways to make the other party confess everything.
"You... you are from the Survey Corps, huh, there is no secret." Ward said disdainfully.
"I appreciate your toughness. You'd better avoid it. The next scene is a bit bloody and can easily cause discomfort." Ren said expressionlessly.
Ymir Videk and the others looked at each other in confusion. In the end, they did not stay away from this area, but just stood aside.
Ren tied Ward under a tree and fixed it. The other party said harshly: "Kid, do you want to torture me? Don't waste your efforts. I don't know how many people have been tortured, so go ahead!"
"Haha, you will soon know what life is worse than death! When I go crazy, I even scare myself." Ren's eyes were cold, he rolled up half of his sleeves, and took out tools from his backpack. His craftsmanship came from orcs.
Exercised on the body.
Scratching and bleeding the orcs for several hours, allowing the orcs to slowly die in pain, were just methods he used when he was in a good mood. They were not even among the top five torture methods he used.
After Karen went crazy and he was in a bad mood, he had many bold ideas. For example, he once dissected a living orc prisoner in front of his friends. After a thousand or two hundred cuts, the head was
The beast, who had been unlucky for eighteen lifetimes, finally died.
And this kind of master-level knife skills is still not among the top three in his "craftsmanship".
If people become mad, even the devil will have to step aside.
Renn has been trying to forget these memories. Gray once told him that cruelty and violence are not worth boasting about, because all beasts without humanity are like this.
This time, Ren planned to be "gentle" and use some conventional methods to avoid scaring the three companions next to him.
"I heard that you like to pull out people's nails. You must have pulled out many people's nails, right? Feel it for yourself today." Renn knew that Father Nick had been subjected to this kind of punishment before his death.
He took out a tool and unceremoniously pulled out three of Ward's nails. He couldn't help but scream. Unfortunately, it was past ten o'clock in the evening and deep in the woods, no one heard his voice.
"Wait, you..." Ward shouted in pain with tears streaming down his face.
Ren ignored it and decisively pulled out two more pieces before stopping: "Mr. Ward, you don't seem to be as tough as you thought."
"Ha, woo! You bastards, do you think I will surrender to you?! Do you think you are a hero, intoxicated in dreams like freedom and justice?!
That's ridiculous. Have you done anything meaningful other than wasting your tax dollars and dying?! Every year some stupid young people join the Survey Corps.
As a result, how many young people died without their bodies intact, and in the end it was their parents who collected the bodies for them! How many families were broken up as a result, and they lost their labor force and became impoverished!
You can't even take care of your family. Is this what you call giving your heart to humanity? Such a vain and flashy name of 'freedom', how many people have been deceived into dying in vain!" Ward cried loudly, as if to vent his pain.
come out.
The unceremonious slap in the face made Ymir, Videk, and Feili look ugly after hearing this.
"Have you finished? You should be glad that you are a human being, and my methods have been very conservative. Maybe some of us really feel that we are doing a noble cause dedicated to the bright future of mankind.
But I won’t, because I know that not everything can be put under the nice-sounding names of justice, freedom, etc. I can hide in the embrace of benevolence, righteousness, and morality, and feel that everything I do is in line with the definition of greatness, light, and justice.
, no need to bear the notoriety and condemnation." Ren's voice was a little erratic.
He grabbed Ward's hair and looked directly into his eyes blurred by tears: "Let me teach you what it means to be the executioner of Maud's emotions."
He ignored his screams and curses and pulled out all his remaining nails. At this time, Ward actually laughed, and while laughing, he burst into tears. He trembled: "You are the devil, the executioner! You continue.
Well, for the king, I can bear all the pain and accusations. Even if my hands are stained with blood, I will not regret it. Our work is for the peace and stability of this world.
The country bitch, the talkative teacher, the old man who researched dangerous firearms, the scientific madman who made all kinds of explosives, the idiot couple who tried to fly into the sky with a balloon, and many years ago who wanted to dig a tunnel to enter Xina from under the Wall of Rose
The fool within the wall.
There are always some people in this world who try to destroy this peace and stability. I am full of sins, but I have no regrets. The King supports me in my heart!"
Renn patted his face and said sarcastically: "Really? I admire people like you. When it's your turn to endure torture, you can plausibly accuse others. Why don't you reflect on yourselves when you do these things yourself?
Do you have expectations about my bottom line, thinking that I may be condemned by my conscience or feel intolerable? I'm sorry, I have no lower limit."
Renn sneered: "Also, your king is a piece of shit in my heart. Thanks to you suppressing the development of technology for so many years, we can now tremble in the shadow of giants. Thank you to Wang Zheng for your help."
Only by dragging those 250,000 people out to die can we survive.
The Survey Corps deceives so many people into dying every year, but nothing can be compared to what you did once."
In the dark night, the wind is getting colder and my heart is getting colder.
He didn't use any more torture, there was no need, he just used his trump card.
