Chapter 41

"That... I didn't do anything!"

The middle-aged man saw that the masked torture Ninja just touched his head, and then fell into silence. He couldn't help feeling a little flustered.

Only he knows why he went to Muye hospital.

Now we have to defend as much as possible. After all, the ninja in the torture department in front of us looks young and may not have enough experience. Finally, if we admit a little, the matter may be over.

"Shut up."

Qingyu immediately shouted, and his fierce tone seemed to have changed.

Immediately.

Qingyu began to walk towards the toolbar in the corner of the cubicle.

There are tools for torture in the toolbar.

But he hasn't used it once since he came here.

Even he didn't think of it.

Now it's time to use

The small compartment is not large, but there are many tools. Although it is not as complete as the small black room of the torture department, it still has more than 30 kinds of torture tools.

Qingyu's sight sweeps over these instruments of torture and finally falls on a very thick iron chain.

This iron chain is more than one meter long. It is rusty and attached with indelible blood. I don't know how many people's blood have soaked it.

Suddenly.

Qingyu sticks out his right hand.

At one end of the chain.

Pick up the chain.

Walk towards the middle-aged man.

Wow... Wow... Wow

The friction between the iron chain and the ground made a harsh sound, which greatly stimulated the nerves of the bound ninja

"You... What are you doing?"

The middle-aged man's eyelids jumped slightly. Although he was Zhongren in shayin village, he was now bound, and once he used free ninja, his identity as an undercover spy was exposed.

"Torture."

Qingyu faintly spits out these two words, and her dark pupils stare at the middle-aged man through the eyes of the cat face mask.

Shua!

Suddenly.

Qingyu's right arm muscles burst.

He swung the heavy chain violently.

The strong power exercised during this period of time was immediately brought into play, which directly made the iron chain beat heavily on the chest of the middle-aged man.

WOW!

The iron chain collided with the middle-aged man's body and broke out a huge impact sound.

Click!

Under the cover of the impact sound, there was also a crisp sound of bone cracking.

"Wow..."

The middle-aged man screamed with pain. He didn't expect to get such a heavy blow directly. He could clearly feel that several of his sternum and ribs were broken. A strong tingling sensation filled the nerves, and a wisp of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.

"No... not at all..."

The middle-aged man resisted being slapped by heavy chains. Although he was not a ninja torturer, he also knew that this kind of chain was tied to people, not beaten. Who could stand it!

If you get a few more shots.

Then it may be explained here today.

Under the severe pain, his nerve still couldn't help but burst out a big question mark.

Is the punishment in Muye village so abnormal?

Didn't you just sneak into Muye Hospital

It's not even stealing!

That's too cruel!

"This thing doesn't work!"

Qingyu then throws the iron chain to the ground. He doesn't want to shoot the spy of shayin village so easily. He just wants to give a blow first.

"I'm a newcomer to the torture department. I haven't been here long. I'm not very good at using these props. Wait for me to change one to make you comfortable and satisfied."

On the face behind the Qingyu mask, the corners of his mouth tilted slightly, revealing a trace of evil spirit, turned and walked towards the place where tools were stacked in the corner of the cubicle.

"No... no..."

When the middle-aged man spoke, a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat and almost breathed on his back.

"I confess!"

"I did it all!"

"Don't touch those guys..."

The middle-aged man believed Qingyu's words and had identified Qingyu Meng's new identity. If Qingyu came casually again, he would be disabled even if he didn't die.

"It's really troublesome to meet a man of backbone like you!"

Qingyu head sighed helplessly. His content was combined with the current situation, which directly stunned the spy in shayin village.

"No way..."

Qingyu squats down and picks up a huge pliers that needs to be held with both hands.

This pliers is similar to the metal texture of iron chain.

It's rusty.

There was an unknown amount of blood covered.

"We can only intensify our efforts!"

Say it.

Qingyu walks towards the middle-aged man with pliers.

"Don't... don't... don't..."

When the middle-aged man saw the huge pliers, he thought of the man who had just foolishly smashed people with a iron chain. He couldn't help but feel a sense of fear in his heart.

"It's up to you to explain this time!"

Qingyu took the pliers and went straight to the middle-aged man's face.

This pliers is used to break nails.

Qingyu has seen how to use it in sennaieaton's memory.

The so-called ten fingers connect the heart.

The pain of breaking nails is not tolerable by ordinary people. Coupled with the visual impact brought by huge pliers, it will always be unbearable if it is broken slowly one by one.

But

Qingyu is like what he said.

He is a cute new man.

I have no idea how to use these tools.

Directly put the huge pliers against the middle-aged man's face.

"You... You... You... What are you doing?"

The middle-aged man's heart is about to jump out. He instinctively wants to break free from the rope, but the sharp pain in his chest affects his nerves, which makes it difficult for him to act when he is tied.

"Your mouth is too tight. I'm going to pull out your teeth to see if you can talk." Qingyu said calmly.

"My move! I move! I can do anything! " The middle-aged man was full of excitement, and he felt inexplicable. He said to be frank from the beginning. How did he become strict in his mouth?

"I haven't seen such an iron man as you for a long time." Qingyu ignored the middle-aged man's words, directly opened the pliers, clamped it on the latter's mouth, and said in a very gentle tone: "open your mouth."

"HMM..." the middle-aged man dared not open his mouth. He immediately closed his mouth tightly, and his eyes flickered with fear. He was not afraid to torture ninjas seriously and experienced. He was afraid of this sprouting new who didn't play cards according to the routine. He didn't know what he was going to face.

"Your mouth is really strict. I can't even see my teeth." There was a feeling in Qingyu's tone that I had guessed everything.

“？？？！！！” The middle-aged man had a heart to explain, but the pliers were right in front of his mouth. He didn't dare to open his mouth. He kept complaining in his heart. He had been an undercover spy for two years. He never thought he would end up like this.

"There's no way. In order for you to confess, I can only open your mouth." Qingyu suddenly swung the huge pliers in his hand and patted directly at the middle-aged man's mouth. He had full strength in his hand and didn't leave any hands at all.

This time.

We don't need any sympathy from the virgin.

As a ninja in Muye village.

Qingyu is very selfish.

He just wanted to quietly stay in the torture department and read his memory silently.

But

This kind of trouble appeared in front of us.

He must take good care of it.

After all, the intelligence from this spy may cause casualties to other ninjas in Muye village.

For a moment.

The middle-aged man glared.

It's not good to cry in my heart.

I saw the pliers in front of me getting closer and bigger, and then I felt a huge impact and tremor, followed by strong pain.

Bang!

Qingyu directly hit the middle-aged man's mouth with pliers in his hand. With a loud noise, the middle-aged man's teeth broke several, his lips burst and blood gushed, showing a bloody scene.

"It seems that I'm still too kind. I have to show some real skills to deal with hard bones like you."

Qingyu then throws the pliers on the ground and turns to look for other props.

"I... I move..."

The voice of the middle-aged man was a little deformed. When he spoke, the blood kept flowing out.

"It's not a trick!"

Qingyu's figure suddenly stopped, and his backhand gave a thumb to the middle-aged man.

"You really have backbone!"