Chapter 537

Feng Yao came to the man and asked coldly, "three years ago, there was a traffic accident on the ganglin expressway. Do you know?"

The man was not afraid at all. Instead, he showed a look at idiots and said with a sneer, "the number of people we killed is not clear, and there are many car accidents. I can't even remember the car accident three months ago."

"You may not remember other traffic accidents, but you should remember the assassination of Feng Kun and his wife."

Feng Yao's tone is cold, and her eyes are full of killing intention.

I think if it's not because this person is still useful to her, she will kill him without hesitation.

However, it seems that she is deceiving him.

The man showed a look of thinking, reciting Feng Kun's name, and then muttered: "I seem to have heard of this name."

"You'd better tell me everything you know, or I'll make you feel worse than death."

The man burst out laughing, looking very crazy: "little girl, do you think I'm scared?"

Feng Yao stepped back and said in a cold voice, "let him try your means."

Then, two strong men came to the man, one with a military dagger in his hand, and the other with a small cage containing a mouse.

Shit, what are they doing.

There was no fear in the man's eyes. He yelled crazily, "come on, do whatever you can."

I smack my tongue in secret. Looking at this point alone, this man is quite bloody.

However, his crazy look is more like a religious fanatic.

Hum!

As long as he is human, there is an unbearable limit.

Under torture, perhaps a very small number of people with strong beliefs can withstand the inhuman torture.

They carried over a small table half a man's height and put it in front of him. There were two curved iron buttons on the table. They vaguely guessed its use and estimated that it was used to buckle the wrists.

Then, the man with the army dagger cut the rope of one of his hands, pulled the hand to the small table half high in front of him, opened the iron button and pressed his wrist in.

Click.

The clasp locked his wrist, and he pulled hard. He couldn't move at all.

Then, the man used the military dagger to make a few strokes on his hand. Mori Bai's blade was cold and looked very sharp.

Next second.

He rowed fiercely, and the terrorist cried out in pain. There was a blood hole in his hand, and the blood kept flowing out.

The other man shook the cage at the terrorist.

This cage seems to be specially made. One end is flat, and the other end is concave in the middle to form an arc.

The man put the cage on the terrorist's hand, where it just caught the latter's arm. The latter's eyes finally showed a trace of fear, and then the former gently pulled the small door under the cage, under which was the hand.

Mice seem to smell the smell of blood, squeaking constantly, looking very happy.

After the small door was opened, the mouse immediately jumped on the man's hand, squeaking and gnawing. When I saw such a cruel scene, I immediately frowned and turned my head to one side. It was too bloody to watch.

The sound of banging came. Listening to the movement, the person should want to pull out his hand.

At the same time, the man's voice also rang out, with a strong fear in his voice.

"Yao Yao, don't kill too much. Isn't that a bit cruel?"

"Don't be too kind to deal with these animals who kill people without blinking an eye. If you think about what he said before, it's kind to him that he made countless car accidents and killed countless people. I don't know how many happy families were destroyed in their hands." Feng Yao said hatefully.

If you think about it, there is no scruples for terrorists to kill. In their concept, there is no mercy. Killing is like crushing an ant. They enjoy killing people. Otherwise, the four words of terrorists will not be safe for them.

The screams continued.

The squeaking of the mouse sounds so creepy.

Although I don't want to see the bloody scene, I can't help but turn my head and have a look. When I see the picture in the cage, my stomach surges and I feel like vomiting.

I strained my mouth and took a deep breath. I wanted to press down the disgusting force. I quickly took back my sight and didn't dare to look again.

It's not that Lao Lin is timid. It's really bloody.

Almost everyone knows how hard the teeth of a mouse are, and the thick wooden beams of an adult's waist can be bitten off, not to mention the flesh and blood.

The man's hand was bloody, his bones were exposed, and his five fingers were bitten off. That hand was useless. The mouse was covered with blood, which made it a blood rat.

At this moment, the man's cry has become a scream of extreme panic.

His eyes were wide open, his big sweat beads kept falling down, and his eyebrows were full of blue veins. We can imagine how much pain he was suffering.There's a saying on the road that you always have to pay back when you come out.

When this terrorist was killing with a gun, did he think of today's karma.

Cause and effect cycle, retribution.

There is a well-known French sentence in the Buddha's "supreme induction chapter": "there is no way for fortune or misfortune, but people call themselves, and the good and evil are always accompanied by the evil."

Just 16 words can teach us a lot about life.

Misfortune and happiness are not predestined. They are summoned by our subjective attitude, behavior and words towards people, things and things. When people die, they can't take away their gold, silver, wealth, fame and status. Good virtue and evil are like the shadow of people, which can't be thrown away at all. So it is the corresponding retribution.

At this time, Feng Yao said in a cold voice, "his hand is useless. It's chopped."

The man with the cage closed the door and then opened the cage. Another man with a military dagger turned to look at him and said with a smile, "sorry, the knife is a bit blunt. You can bear it."

Then he cut it back and forth on his wrist.

"Oh..."

The scream made my ears buzz.

Damn, this guy must have done it on purpose. The blade looks so sharp that he says it's blunt.

It took a full minute to cut off the palm.

"What else to play, go on."

Feng Yao's tone has no emotion.

The man with the cage turned and walked to a corner of the bottom cabin. After a few breaths, he came back with a thick transparent glass bottle and a bottle of honey in his hand.

There are many black ants in the transparent glass bottle, and their bodies are very slender.

I grabbed the man and asked curiously, "what kind of ant is this?"

"It's the taste of the black ants that makes the sweet food. It's the black ants and I who love it."

He shook the honey in his hand.

I can't help shivering. It's cruel.

No, I really can't see it any more. I have to go out and can't stay here any longer. Otherwise, I will definitely stop them. What's the difference between this kind of inhuman torture and the people in the yellow spring?

The next moment.

When the terrorist heard our conversation, his eyes showed a look of panic, and his voice trembled and said, "I said, as long as I know everything, please give me a good time."

I was relieved, and waved to the little brother, motioning him to step aside.

"Wrap up his wound. He can't die until I get useful information."

Feng Yao said in a cold voice, but her eyes were always fixed on the man, and she walked forward two steps. Then she asked, "if you don't want to continue suffering, be smart, or my little animals will eat you little by little."

He nodded his head in a hurry. He was not as crazy as before.

"Tell me about the car accident three years ago."

"Three years ago, I just joined huangquan. At that time, I was a mercenary company. I didn't join a terrorist organization. New employees in the company must undergo strict physical training before they can take up their posts. In order to pass the examination as soon as possible, I flattered the instructor in private and learned a lot from the instructor that the company rarely received orders from China. "

He stopped here.

Feng Yao frowned and continued, "go on."

This person tone is very weak to say: "can you let me drink water?"

She turned and nodded to a big man.

Half a minute later, when the man finished drinking, he felt better and continued: "one day, the instructor suddenly said that he was going to leave for a few days. He said that the company had received an order from China. I was a little curious, so I looked at the contents of the order. The name on the order seemed to be Feng Kun, and there was a picture of the target person. I can't remember the specific appearance, but his eyes were not clear God is very sharp. "

I feel the same about this. Every time I go to pay homage to Feng Kun, I am always staring at Xiaomi with his fierce eyes.

In other words, I didn't expect that this guy really knew about the car accident three years ago. This is better. Even he remembers such things. He must know more about the internal affairs of huangquan.

According to this person, that task should be carried out by the instructor.

Hearing this, Feng Yao looked very excited: "what's the instructor's name? Are you still alive? "

He nodded: "the drillmaster is the backbone of the company. He is good at shooting and skill. He doesn't need to take part in general actions. Only some hard to chew bones will let him go out in person. So he seldom travels. Basically, he stays in the headquarters to train new recruits. I don't know his name. His skin is very black. We all call him black wolf."

Feng Yao frowned and asked, "black people?"

"Vietnamese."

"What physical characteristics does he have."

At the end of Feng Yao's question, a man came out with a drawing board in his hand. This scene is so familiar that he wanted to paint the appearance of the black wolf according to the dictation.Sure enough, she has more power than her own.

"About 1.7 meters tall, flat headed, not fat or thin..."

In a few minutes.

The man finished with the characteristics of the black wolf, and the man with the drawing board finished painting. Then he showed the person the pattern on the drawing board. What's not similar was changed, and then the image of the black wolf came out.

Feng Yao takes over the drawing board and looks like she is gnashing her teeth. She stares at the drawing board and sees a good meeting. Her eyes are full of hatred.

I went to her, put my hand around her shoulder, and said softly, "we'll catch him. Now that we know the black wolf, we've gained a lot. At least we know who the killer is."

She strained her mouth and said nothing.

I picked up my mobile phone and took a picture of the image on the drawing board. Then I handed the drawing board to the next man, looked at her and said in a deep voice, "black wolf is an executor. The real killer is the one who orders for huangquan. We need to find this man and kill him."