Chapter 26 Finally

There was a faint sound in the dark, and the man hiding in the corner slowly raised his head.

There is a little light in the completely metal room, and the light flashes in the distance and refracts through the tempered glass crystals, so that the darkness does not completely devour everything.

There is a faint fishy smell floating in the air, which is the smell of human sweat glands and many other body fluids.

This taste seems to be very familiar? How long has it been since you smelled it?

The man thought about this boring question in the dark and then put aside his thoughts. People like themselves should not think about such boring problems, and their brains should be used in more important places.

But the non-existent smell is still trying to remind men of their current situation.

I don't know where this metal room belongs to, I don't know how many eyes are peeking at me, and I don't know what kind of fate will be waiting for me. Men try to keep breathing in the dark so that their breath can be used to calculate time. In those long breaths and counting, men know that at least 100 hours have passed.

In the past, the military of various countries liked to treat prisoners who refused to confess in this way, or punished disobedient guys in prison. The claustrophobic and lonely ordinary people can never understand. The lonely feeling of not being able to communicate with the outside world has knocked down many excellent professionals, including their predecessors.

The humidity in the air is normal, and the air quality is also good without considering the taste factor. The man's two arms were tightly bound by a strong chain and could not break free. He once thought about cutting off his arm to escape this bondage, but he felt that if he did so, maybe the other party would help him take his arm back and enjoy the live video of cutting off his arm.

No one feeds and has no water. The man has not slept for more than 100 hours with his amazing willpower. After 24 hours, he has understood that the other party is not going to provide him with food at all. At a fixed point, there will be a robotic arm to enter the room and inject himself with nutrients to survive. Life.

Even so, the feeling of hunger still erodes the man's body. Extreme discomfort in the stomach makes men often have to curl up on the ground to feel a little better.

Compared with those short-term torture punishments, this feeling of loneliness and hunger is the most fierce revenge against men.

The man knows that this should not be the woman's idea. Her thinking level is not so low, but he still hates people who come up with this method. Human will can be improved to the point of endless training or even fearless of life and death, but it cannot resist the pain caused by instinct. Those tortures that have been applied to the body for a long time are always intertwined with seemingly hope, which is the greatest torture for a person.

His throat was so tight that he was almost speechless. The man squeezed his lips hard, and the moisture in his body did not reach the point of endangering his life, but the feeling of thirst has been with him.

Exhale-s-

Exhale-s-

Men try to keep themselves calm and use the lowest consumption to resist the passage of time. He doesn't know how long this state will last, and he doesn't know if this torture will end. But he knew that since he didn't kill himself at the first time, this situation should only be temporary. For so many waves caused by myself, this punishment is also reasonable.

I don't know how long it took. The dome made a harsh sound of metal friction, and the almost undetpeakable gap began to slowly expand. A metal rod with almost no welding points entered the room, and the needle at the front end carried a little reflective light from behind in the dark.

The man knows that another day has passed. Under the calculation of his breathing rate, it should be more than 140 hours, right?

The needle did not hesitate to explore, accurately found the back of the man's neck and pierced it.

The man did not dodge. He knew that the metal needle was coated with pain-stimulating drugs. Once the needle plunged into the body, it would bring +++-level pain in his body, but he thought that in order to survive, he had to endure this pain.

Pain has limits, but darkness and emptiness are not.

Generally, trained special forces can maintain a normal mentality for about ten hours in this environment. More than 100 hours is definitely a legendary level.

But a man knows that his opponent can't let go so easily, which is probably just an appetizer.

Today's injection time is very short. The nutrient solution with the paralytic drug penetrates into the body with the blood flow, making the man's movements slower and thinking can't be as agile as before.

The man who has long been used to this feeling lowered his head, began to take advantage of this paralysis to fully rest, and tried to continue to calculate his breathing times.

Unlike the previous few days, today's metal arm did not withdraw after finishing the work, but stayed at the edge of the narrow channel to keep the gap open.

The man continued to bow his head. He knew that today seemed to be different from before, but his current thinking was not enough to take into account all the possibilities, so he had to wait quietly.

The sound of hissing current began to come out of the air, just like the old-fashioned radio was dialed at the wrong frequency.

This is the only sound a man has heard in the last hundred hours except for the sound of metal friction.

It's just a weak voice, which is enough to make the man raise his head and look at the deep hole, with unprecedented desire in his eyes blurred by anesthetics.

After waiting for a while, a new voice finally appeared over there. A slightly obscene voice coughed twice, as if an unlevel master of ceremonies was testing the microphone and asked dryly, "Is there any problem?"

The man opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but because his body was paralyzed and he had not spoken for many days, his lips and tongue were glued together and there was no sound.

The obscene voice over there paused, as if waiting for a response, and as if he didn't want to hear the response. He hummed to himself, "Damn, you spent so much money. Of course, there can't be no problem. If there is a problem, you won't give the full amount."

After talking to himself, the obscene voice continued to ask, "Can you hear it? It's good to hear it. We've met before, so I won't introduce myself. Anyway, it's useless for you to know who I am.

The man still tried to speak, but found that the obscene voice echoed so loudly in the metal room that he had no chance to answer, and even if he answered, he would be overwhelmed by the huge echo.

The obscene voice said again, "Ok, I know you are confused now, but should it be okay to understand people's words? Oh, yes, I don't need your answer. Anyway, just listen. Just listen to it as you used to do to others. You don't have to have any opinions.

The man gave up answering this time, and his eyes stared at the hole slightly, trying to move his body forward and get closer to the little light.

"I know you don't have the strength to climb over, otherwise do you think I will talk to you?" The obscene voice seemed to understand all the man's thoughts and said with a little dissatisfaction, "Don't be delusional. Your ability is not enough. Do you really think this is a 007 movie? Besides, there is no Bond as old as you. Don't struggle if you are not the protagonist.

The man's movements slowly stopped, and the torture of the past few days left his body with little strength left. He could only try his best to look up at the metal hole, and there was still a trace of unwillingness in his blurred eyes.

"Look, this is what you should look like, an unyielding race fighter." The obscene voice laughed even more obscenely, "You're right. People only need to see the illusion. The truth doesn't matter."

The man hesitated for a moment, and this time he finally opened his mouth and said a complete sentence.

"When did I... say that?"

"It should have been in 1999, ten years ago." The obscene voice said lightly, "At that time, you just came back from Japan and contributed to the largest arms deal in Asia."

The obscene voice's understanding of himself tightened the man's pupils, but his thinking was still not clear enough. He could only rely on his instinct to struggle a little and could not express more emotions.

"Okay, let me tell you something serious." The obscene voice seemed to be very satisfied with the man's reaction. He cleared his throat and said, "Now I'll give you two ways. We didn't return you back. You know why. So whether you want to open your mouth or not, give me a definite answer now.

“............”

The man slowly lowered his head and remained silent.

Silence means that there is no answer, which means that you can still wait for the price. Even if he is slightly unconscious, men still react instinctively.

The obscene voice laughed: "Do you think it's a favor for you not to use the real agent for you these days? Don't pretend to be tough, you are not that kind of person at all. If you were really, you would have committed suicide long ago.

The man was silent. He knew that the other party could see his mind, but he didn't care. Your value is not reflected in silence. As long as the other party has needs, you will always talk to yourself, just like now.

"Oh, by the way, you don't know where you are, do you?" The obscene voice doesn't care about the man's silence at all. "We talked to AUU and thought it was safer to put you on the high seas. There is less than half of the journey home, and it's all up to you.

The man tried very hard to squeeze out another sentence: "You... dare not kill me."

"If it was before, I might not have dared it, but now it's hard to say." The obscene voice said, "Do you think you are still a treasure? AUU has used up all kinds of ways to dump you, and you are also ordered to go back to trial. Private companies are above the country, and this is enough for you to drink a pot, not to mention that AUU has to consider the mood of the beautiful woman now. If I were you and wanted to find a chance to revenge, I would definitely kneel down and shake my tail to beg for mercy, and wait until I have a chance to survive. Pretending to be such a tough man is quite good for you, but it must be a bad ending..."

Albert. Albert was silent for a while in the dark. Probably the effect in his body had passed, and he began to think like a normal person.

After a long silence, Albert raised his head.

"Are you really going to do something to me?"

The obscene voice continued to laugh obscenely.

"How smart."