Liu Zhenming's face had long been swollen like a bun, and he could only squint his eyes to look out.
"Chinese, do you remember anything now?" Foster looked at Liu Zhenming who had just received an electric shock with a smile and asked with a mocking look on his face.
In his opinion, this Chinese man is simply asking for trouble. Even if he has only the slightest suspicion, after entering this prison, would he still want to get out?
It's better to recruit them honestly, so that you can suffer less.
"I remember." Liu Zhenming raised his head slightly, looked at Foster's face that needed a beating, and said with a chuckle: "I remember, you are a son of a bitch! You are a son of a bitch.
They offered a reward for me to assassinate the president."
When the translator translated this sentence exactly as it was, Foster looked at Liu Zhenming and his eyes seemed to burst into flames.
"Chinese, you really pissed me off, really pissed me off!" Foster raised his hand angrily and slapped Liu Zhenming twice.
The nerves all over Liu Zhenming's body have been numb and he can't feel any pain at all. Liu Zhenming is, to put it harshly, a bit stubborn. He knows clearly that angering Mr. Foster will bring him more pain.
But he thought that his situation would never change, so why not make himself feel better.
"Lieutenant Colonel, we are ready." A policeman next to him said to Foster with a lewd smile.
Foster rubbed his hands and said bitterly: "Then let's see how long this influence from the East can last."
"Okay, Lieutenant Colonel, leave it to me."
Then the Chinese translator was asked by Foster to translate everything everyone said. After he finished translating to Liu Zhenming, he looked at him with pity on his face.
Liu Zhenming followed their gazes and saw a furnace of charcoal fire was burning next to them, with a red soldering iron placed in the charcoal fire.
"Chinese people, do you know? Before the Civil War, we would brand a mark on the face of a black slave to show his identity. Orientals, you are honored that this ancient punishment has not been abolished. Today, I will let you taste it.
Taste this." Sheriff Jack used his good hand to roll the iron in the coals and said with a sneer.
Then, without waiting for Liu Zhenming to reply, he suddenly picked up the soldering iron, pressed it hard on his chest.
Sizzling...
There was a piercing sound, and a strong smell of burnt human flesh filled the entire torture room. The Chinese translator couldn't bear to look away.
"Ah..." Liu Zhenming couldn't help but screamed. He had never suffered like this or been tortured like this since he was born.
When Sheriff Jack saw Liu Zhenming's performance, he was even more excited. When he saw Liu Zhenming's bloody chest, he twisted the iron even harder.
"Haha, just now this Chinese acted like a hero, but now he has become a bear."
"This is how you deal with the Chinese. What do these barbarians know? They only know the taste of fists."
"You're right. If the whole United States did this, those yellow people who are still in our country would have gone back long ago and wouldn't take our jobs."
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Several policemen were watching the fun and pointing with smiles.
"Okay, Jack, let me ask." Foster walked to Liu Zhenming's side, leaned down, and asked contemptuously: "Chinese, do you remember something?"
The severe pain almost made Liu Zhenming unconscious. Fortunately, the previous incident of whipping by a beautiful instructor had made his nerves much thicker, and he still had a trace of clarity.
"Fake has it, I say Fake has it!" Liu Zhenming said in English. Although his voice was weak, it still reached the ears of the police very well, and the laughter in the torture room stopped abruptly...
Foster's face suddenly darkened.
"Very well, Chinese, you are a tough guy. Finally, please pray to God to save you a few days. Otherwise, I will make your life worse than death and take him down." Foster laughed angrily, but made a concession.
An unexpected command.
"Lieutenant Colonel,..." Sergeant Jack hesitated.
Foster raised his head, smiled slightly, and said calmly: "We can't kill him. Let the doctor take a look at him first, and then imprison him with those black people."
"Locked up with those niggas? This Chinese can enjoy himself."
"Those niggas love to play..."
…
When several prison guards heard what Foster said, they all showed smiles of realization on their faces.
Not long after, Liu Zhenming was sent to the medical room. The doctor in the medical room was not surprised at all about Liu Zhenming's wounds, but simply treated the wounds and applied some medicine.
Later, prison guards Liu Zhenming were locked up with Gyorgos again. Tomorrow, when his wounds are better, he will be transferred to a slightly larger prison where there are all kinds of criminals.
"Lieutenant Colonel, are our interviews over today? We haven't asked for any information yet." Sergeant Jack asked with some unfinished information.
"Don't worry, Jack, watch him carefully. This Chinese is difficult to deal with. As you can see, he is very tight-lipped. Moreover, he dares to assassinate our president. There must be something special about him, or
Is there anyone behind him who supports him? Don't let him die. We have at least confirmed that he is Chinese. I will ask the government to notify the Qing government's envoy to the United States to come to Buffalo as soon as possible, and then work with us to investigate him.
Ask so that our work can start smoothly." Foster replied with a sly look.
In the cell, Liu Zhenming, who was leaning against the corner, squirmed. He knew that he didn't have much time left for him. Foster didn't hide it from him just now about changing cells, which put pressure on Liu Zhenming's heart.
"I still have at least 8 hours until I change cells tomorrow. Now, no one should bother me, so let 8 hours turn into 80 hours!" Liu Zhenming curled up and muttered quietly to enter the system.
In an instant, he stayed in the white space.
Without hesitation, he chose the time ratio of 1:10, and Liu Zhenming immediately entered the training base.
The beautiful instructor was still the same, with a cold and arrogant face, but Liu Zhenming felt that she was a lot more friendly. If it hadn't been for her countless whips, he didn't know if he would have been able to survive just now.
"You stupid donkey, I don't have much time to waste on teaching you to open locks. If you don't succeed this time, I don't mind making you suffer ten times more." The beautiful instructor raised the pointer in her hand and said coldly.
said.
"Then start!" Liu Zhenming replied calmly. He no longer had the cowardice and resistance before. What he had now was just a sense of urgency and determination for revenge.
"I appreciate your attitude very much." A strange color flashed in the beautiful instructor's beautiful eyes.
However, after one stick of incense, the beautiful instructor's appreciation turned into anger.
"Idiot, you waste of food, sooner or later I will be pissed off by you." The beautiful instructor demonstrated once again with her breasts rising and falling.
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Liu Zhenming's face, but he immediately put everything behind him and focused all his attention on the wire in his hand and the keyhole in front of him.
There was a click and the lock opened.
Facts have proved that people still have great potential in desperate situations.
"I succeeded, I succeeded!" Liu Zhenming cried with joy and hugged the beautiful instructor next to him.
"Is there anything to be happy about? This is just the simplest." A rare shyness flashed across the face of the beautiful instructor, and then she said in a deep voice: "Now, I will teach you fighting skills! The fighting skills in the training base are all learned from actual combat.
Summarized in the article, what we pursue is simplicity and effectiveness, and what we emphasize is killing with one blow..."