After receiving Jiang Keke's report, Zhang Lianshan, director of the National Elite Organization, immediately issued an order to secretly arrest Li Xiaokuang. Li Xiaokuang was taken to the secret stronghold of the National Elite Organization in Jinghua City by national security personnel. After arriving here, Li Xiaokuang knew
, maybe even the well-connected Messenger of the Plague could not find this place. The expression on Li Xiaokuang's face became unusually serious, and Li Xiaokuang was locked up in this secret room alone.
Li Xiaokuang felt that there was a strong murderous aura here that made it difficult to breathe calmly. This place was set up by the God of Death himself and only very important prisoners would be sent here. But Li Xiaokuang's previous knowledge of the national elite organization the God of Death
There were not many, so Li Xiaokuang decided to settle down and wait for the God of Death to appear. Little by little, time passed slowly.
Li Xiaokuang was either indifferent or indifferent to things. But once he became serious about something, he would mobilize all the cells in his body to go all out. Li Xiaokuang looked at this simple secret room, which contained only
There is a table that can seat an interrogator, and opposite it is a chair for prisoners to sit on, which is the chair Li Xiaokuang is making now. Apart from these, there is nothing else.
At this time, Jiang Keke was sitting in his room in a daze. When he saw Li Xiaokuang getting into the car with the national security personnel in a serious manner, Jiang Keke secretly prayed in his heart that Li Xiaokuang was really not the god of doomsday plague and would come back safely. After all, he was
Such a charming man and his uncle Lei Peng's best friend! I used to think that the male stars in the movie were so amazing, but after seeing Li Xiaokuang, Jiang Keke realized how those male stars could get along with Li Xiaokuang.
How about comparison? Humph! I believe that Uncle Li Xiaokuang will not be that evil god of doomsday plague.
For three days, Jiang Keke was restlessly waiting for news about Li Xiaokuang. No matter how tenacious Li Xiaokuang was, he didn't eat or drink for three days. He couldn't stand it any longer. The guard outside the door came over as a habit.
After taking a look inside the secret room, he walked back to his seat, and it seemed like a voice was saying to Li Xiaokuang: "Li Xiaokuang, I will first make you suffer a nervous breakdown, and then I will interrogate you.
Li Xiaokuang had been imprisoned for seven days. He had not had a grain of rice or a drop of water for seven days. Li Xiaokuang finally fainted. The guard outside the door immediately sent a person to see the God of Death, waiting for the instructions of the God of Death.
When Jiang Keke put down the phone, the national elite organization didn't know Li Xiaokuang's situation. They didn't even know where Li Xiaokuang was being held. Jiang Keke murmured to himself: "Li Xiaokuang can't be imprisoned."
The terrifying Death Chamber. It was a stronghold secretly established by the national elite organization and controlled by Death himself. All the people imprisoned in the Death Chamber eventually completely disappeared from the world. What can we do to help Li Xiaokuang?
Jiang Keke couldn't help but think anxiously, something must not happen. Jiang Keke already regretted telling Director Zhang Lianshan about Li Xiaokuang's trip to Europe.
This is the first time that Zhang Lianshan has felt this kind of trouble after taking office. Li Xiaokuang has nothing to do but there are people like Riesling Minister Hong behind him. Zhang Lianshan looked at the few birds coming and going outside the window and cursed in his heart,
Let those leftists go to hell. All the background of this Li Xiaokuang must be clearly understood before we can determine whether he is the God of Doomsday Plague. In the past seven days, the God of Death has begun to investigate Li Xiaokuang's birth and growth.
Why is there a ten-year gap in the process from practicing martial arts with Di Lei Huo Feng to becoming the president of Hualong Group in the United States?"
Everything Li Xiaokuang did on earth was carefully disguised by the hell organization. Even the God of Death didn't see any flaws in it. Li Xiaokuang's resume is very simple. He was born in the United States. His parents were both wealthy businessmen doing big business.
At the age of three, he came to Hangzhou, China, to study in a private school. At the age of seventeen, he beat the principal's son seriously and was ordered to drop out of school. At the age of nineteen, he came to Beijing and met Lei Peng. From then on, he hung out with Lei Peng until Lei Peng was
His father was sent to the United States to start a business. Then Li Xiaokuang's information became blank. It was not until eighteen years later that the blank information was added. At this time, Li Xiaokuang replaced Lei Peng and became the American Hualong Group overnight.
As the president of Lei Peng, there is no information to explain why Lei Peng handed over Hualong Group to Li Xiaokuang.
Could it be that Li Xiaokuang really practiced martial arts with Di Lei Huofeng during this period? Zhang Lianshan murmured to himself: "Li Xiaokuang's information will never be so bland." Zhang Lianshan put the document on his desk.
, stood there without saying a word for a long time, and he already had some feeling in his heart. The most important thing about this matter was whether Li Xiaokuang practiced martial arts with Di Lei Huofeng in Mount Emei for eighteen years.
On the eighth day, Death brought back news. Di Lei Huofeng's answer proved that they had lied about Li Xiaokuang. Di Lei Huofeng said that Li Xiaokuang had practiced martial arts in Mount Emei for seven years, and the time did not match. At that time, Li Xiaokuang
Kuang should still be with Lei Peng in Jinghua City. Where did the blank eighteen years in Li Xiaokuang's information go? At this time, Zhang Lianshan, who had been pacing back and forth, stopped in front of the table. He hesitated for a moment.
, said to the old man in gold shirt next to him: "When you are interrogating Li Xiaokuang, you must know where he has been and what he has done in the past eighteen years?"
The God of Death, who was wearing a golden gown, nodded immediately and said, "I understand, can I torture him?"
Zhang Lianshan's eyes flashed coldly and he said: "No matter what method you use, you must pry Li Xiaokuang's mouth open for me!"
The existence of time could not be felt in the Death Chamber. Li Xiaokuang was force-fed a plastic bag of viscous liquid, and was once again isolated in the Death Chamber. He felt that his body had some strength. Li Xiaokuang said with a bitter smile: "
I knew that I, Li Xiaokuang, could not die, and the God of Death would come to interrogate me in person."
The door of the Death Chamber suddenly opened. Li Xiaokuang looked at the old man in golden shirt who walked in, and felt very happy in his heart. Although Li Xiaokuang was known as the God of Doomsday Plague in the world, he met the old man in golden shirt, a relative of the God Emperor of the Gods.
After his younger brother, Li Xiaokuang realized what it means to have someone outside the world. Then Li Xiaokuang heard the door of the Death Chamber slamming shut, and soon the old man in gold shirt in front of Li Xiaokuang looked at Li Xiaokuang with a stack of notes.
, that gloomy look shone in the darkness of Death's Chamber, as if Death's eyes were fixed on Li Xiaokuang's body.
Li Xiaokuang adjusted himself to the best condition. After carefully looking at his body, he nodded with satisfaction and said to the God of Death: "Very good, we meet again."
The God of Death nodded gloomily, "Okay." He said with a smile and said to Li Xiaokuang, "It's been seven days, are you okay?"
Somehow, Li Xiaokuang always felt that there was something strange in his smile, but he couldn't place it. Is this a psychological suggestion to him?
He recounted the background information he had on Li Xiaokuang, and then said: "Tell me, Li Xiaokuang, I really want to know where you went during those eighteen years of blank space? What did you do?" Li Xiaokuang asked curiously.
: "You actually investigated me in such detail, why? You found clues about me and the Doomsday Plague God so quickly? Why do you have to connect me with the Doomsday Plague God?"
Seeing that Li Xiaokuang didn't answer his question, the God of Death was very angry and said: "Shh??, I told you to be gentler, why are you shouting so loudly?"
Li Xiaokuang was a little funny and said: "What's wrong? Why is it so mysterious?"
"The God of Death is standing opposite you, hey! Do you want to try the methods of the God of Death?"
Li Xiaokuang still couldn't imagine that the God of Death would threaten him directly like this. He saw the God of Death clapped his hands. The door of the God of Death's secret room opened and two burly men walked in. Zhang Lianshan, who was standing outside the door, was covering his nose with a piece of tissue paper.
Walking in. Zhang Lianshan saw that Li Xiaokuang was not surprised at all when he saw him, and secretly admired this Li Xiaokuang in his heart. Regardless of whether he was the God of Doomsday Plague or not, he was worthy of admiration.
Li Xiaokuang saw Zhang Lianshan and the God of Death more than ten meters away from him and didn't understand what they were doing. "Li Xiaokuang asked you, where did you go during the eighteen years when you disappeared? What did you do?"
"That's eighteen years! How do you know so clearly?"
"Don't play tricks with us, otherwise you will suffer endless hardships!"
Li Xiaokuang felt guilty, and an ominous feeling came to his mind, but Li Xiaokuang still didn't quite understand: "Why? How did they know?"
Li Xiaokuang was afraid that they would discover that he had gone back to his hometown for ten years, which was a bleak place outside the earth. It was terrible! In such a short period of time, they had carefully disguised the organization.
Check the identity thoroughly and see how these people did it."
The next words from the God of Death hit Li Xiaokuang's mind like a thunderbolt. Li Xiaokuang's answer was full of flaws, leaving Li Xiaokuang extremely passive. Li Xiaokuang felt that he could no longer hide it. Unexpectedly,
This God of Death is really not that powerful. He is so shrewd. What vicious methods will he use to deal with him next? Li Xiaokuang knows that he cannot escape the pain of his flesh and blood.
Li Xiaokuang's face slowly turned pale, and the hands on his knees were shaking slightly. Li Xiaokuang didn't know whether he was angry or scared. Anyway, at this time, Li Xiaokuang was extremely angry.
Point, I really want to beat up the God of Death and Zhang Lianshan immediately.
The God of Death took a deep breath and forced himself to suppress his furious mood. However, Li Xiaokuang looked back at the God of Death without fear and thought, since you want to punish me, Li Xiaokuang, then go ahead. I, Li Xiaokuang, want to watch.
Look, who is teasing whom today? If you are not a gentleman, don’t blame the villain Li Xiaokuang. You have made me, Li Xiaokuang, anxious, and Li Xiaokuang will not show mercy!
The God of Death closed his eyes and calmed down for three seconds, and then said to his subordinates: "Li Xiaokuang, you have a taste of execution first. Let's talk about it next time!" Then he opened the door of the God of Death's chamber and left with Zhang Lianshan.
The two burly men glanced at Li Xiaokuang and said, "What's wrong? You look very bad?"
Li Xiaokuang tried his best to put on a smile that was uglier than crying, and said: "Debt collectors, just do whatever you want, I won't frown!"
One of the two burly men looked at Li Xiaokuang with disdain and said, "Do you still want to hold on? You are really overestimating your capabilities. Okay, we are going to take action."
In the most mysterious death chamber in the world, for five hours, Li Xiaokuang's shrill ghostly howls came from the chamber from time to time?