On my side, I opened my eyes, which had been stitched, and saw Daniel with scattered hair and untidy clothes tied next to me. "Bad" they recognized Daniel, so they wanted to get the diary from her. From this point, they wouldn't kill her, but it didn't prevent them from killing chickens for monkeys. They may think I'm Daniel's bodyguard and treat me as the chicken, which means I may die at any time.

Daniel seems to have been tortured. He has a lot of bruises on his face and keeps crying there. I said to her in a voice close to mosquito: "I can't say it. It's useless to say you. They'll kill you. If they don't say it, they can stay alive."

The moustache was even more angry when he heard this. He hit me with two hook fists. It could be seen that this man often hit sandbags. The huge penetration immediately made my internal organs ache like a knife, and vomited a few big mouthfuls of bitter, sour and bloody water.

Then he said ruthlessly, "several brothers of Lao Tze died in your hands. You dare to plant seeds here. I tell you, I'll make you regret being born today."

When he spoke, I looked at him a few times. Before, I heard Ivan tell me some information about the habits and rules of the Russian military and the underworld. First of all, it can be judged that this person has been a soldier, because his playing method and posture have a strong "Sambo Sambo" style. This fighting skill is the standard course of Russian troops, just like Chinese soldiers can point hard Qigong and capture.

Secondly, this guy must have been in the gang. Many tattoos in the Russian gangs have fixed meanings. It is very that he has a tiger tattooed on his right arm, indicating that this person is a "executor" in the gang, and the skeleton on his left arm shows that he is a killer. According to Ivan, if you successfully carry out the gang's five killing missions, you will tattoo a star pattern next to the skeleton, and this star is tattooed on the guy's arm in front of me.

Whether it's tattoos or scars all over his face, it shows that this guy is a cruel character. After I was beaten by mouth and nose, he brushed, pulled out the pistol, put it on my head and roared to Daniel: "tell me where you hid it? Otherwise I'll kill him."

Daniel was a little overwhelmed and looked at me in panic. His eyes had loosened. I said weakly, "we can't say, we can't say. We're dead, my other brother is over, and more innocent people will die."

"Fuck you" the tattoo man saw that I was singing against him, waved and hit me with a grab handle, which made my head seem to crack, and almost hurt my tears. But when he waved, he saw his hand and made a "eh?" sound.

I tried to open my swollen eyes with only one seam. I knew why he was strange. It turned out that I put light black glue on my face and body to change my skin color in order to change my appearance. When he hit hard with his fist just now, he rubbed a lot on the back of his hand. After he noticed this, he came forward and wiped me with his finger, looked carefully at his opponent and said, "get some water and alcohol."

Disinfectant alcohol and water were quickly brought up. This guy rubbed a pinch and soon restored my face to its original color. After he looked at me more carefully for a few seconds, he suddenly took out several photos from his pocket, turned them over, took out one of them and compared it with me. The expression on his face quickly changed from surprise to surprise. He muttered something in Russian. Although he didn't understand it, it meant "great achievements" or "developed".

After the surprise, the man took out the phone and dialed a number. After saying a few words respectfully in the reporting tone, he hung up the phone and told his men: "this man can't be killed. Hang him up and send someone to take him away immediately. Also, get the wires here and energize the woman."

Two strong men immediately came up and tied me to another iron post. One untied and tied the rope, and the other took up his pistol and stared at me in case of any change. While I was tied up, the tattoo man's other two men opened the only door in the basement and went outside to drag a bundle of wires and a transformer in. When they opened the door, I noticed a model plane in a room outside.

I don't know why I think the plane looks familiar. When I look at it carefully, it seems that it circled over the park in the morning. This time it's closer. I can see that there is a high-definition camera under the plane and a transmitting antenna on the plane. Seeing these, I understand how I was found.

They must have cast nets on a large area and monitored some public places with this modified aircraft. Then through the software and algorithm of image recognition, I located the target, and I was forced to jump into the water by Daniel. It's strange that this psychotic behavior was not noticed. For a long time, Daniel's clever means only made me fight alone, but it was of no use to the real enemy.

But soon I wasn't in the mood to think about it because Daniel screamed in the basement. My heart also suddenly pulled up. Frankly, I would rather be electrocuted than her at the moment. Among all the torture methods that bring great pain to the body and achieve the purpose of interrogation, the effect of electrocution can be regarded as the best. The victim will feel that his whole body's meat is scraped back and forth by a file, his nerves are smashed wildly by a hammer, and his bones seem to be forcibly removed from his body.

More importantly, the pain is endless. It can continue as long as there is no power failure. Power on for 5 minutes, ask a few questions, and then power on for 5 minutes. This cycle can toss the whole day. Those who have been subjected to electrocution finally flow together, struggling and crying in the great pain that can devour the whole person. If it were me, it might take a little longer to break down, but Daniel's words, I don't think she can survive the third round of electric shock.

The tattoo man obviously knew this set very well, skillfully wrapped the wire around Daniel's wrists on both sides of the chair, took a switch in his left hand, stepped back and pressed it directly. Daniel reacted very strongly. He was tied by a rope and couldn't jump up. He had to sit there shaking all over and screaming at the same time.

The voice told me two messages: one is that the woman has reached the limit of pain, and the other is that it must be in the wilderness, because these people don't care about Daniel's call that can attract the police, indicating that there must be no residents and few people nearby.

The tattoo man observed Daniel's reaction. For about 20 seconds, he pressed the switch in his hand. As soon as the current stopped, Daniel was immediately cramped and paralyzed in the chair, gasping like an asthmatic.

"As a woman, you are very strong, but I can tell you it's no use. The people I tried didn't recruit in the end. It's just a matter of time. If I said earlier and suffered less crime, I can finish work early and send you on the road. Why bother you?" after that, the tattooed man saw that Daniel didn't respond and reached out his hand to adjust the knob of the transformer for a few times. I know he is adjusting the intensity of the current, which can bring more pain.

Different people have a certain "resistance threshold" to current. This guy seems to have electrified many people. He is very experienced. He adjusts the current to a range that makes Daniel unable to survive and die, so as not to electrocute her all at once. The switch was pressed for the second round of electric shock.

At the same time with the screams, there was my angry scolding with guilt. I used all the swearing words I knew from all countries. Finally, I found that I had to use my mother tongue to say swearing. I used Chinese to greet each other's ancestors in a series, trying to provoke each other and let them deal with me.

But these people are not stupid. It's no use for me to scold their mother as a prostitute who receives guests and gives money, or a group of sissies whose genitals are smaller than toothpicks and have been chrysanthemumd by breeding pigs. These people ignore me. Finally, my voice became hoarse and my eyes were so anxious that I looked at the wires on the ground and wanted to rush up and bite them off. However, his hand was tied to the iron pillar behind him and earned twice. He found that the iron pillar was hit in the foundation. There was nothing to do.

Just when my teeth itched and wanted to bite the wire, several cockroaches that had been shrinking in the corner ran to the floor like they were not afraid of people. They didn't know what they were doing around the insulating skin of the wire. When the tattoo man who was threatening Daniel saw it, he raised his big feet in thick military boots and trampled four or five to death, but the rest were still around the wire and his head shook. He didn't know what he was doing.

Seeing this, I couldn't help wondering. It's reasonable that cockroaches don't behave like this. If someone shows up, they will run away quickly. Why are these like death squads? But soon the rest was trampled to death by the tattoo man. I thought to myself, "it's a pity. If you have more, you can delay the time."

The idea flashed through my mind. Before long, more cockroaches appeared in the corner of the wall, crawling on the ground, and some even climbed onto the tattooed man. He was so angry that he shouted. His men were busy with brooms and fire extinguishers for a long time before killing all the hundreds of cockroaches.

The abnormal behavior of these cockroaches reminds me that the behavior of ants and bees at the airport in Nevada is very strange. It is very similar to these cockroaches in front of me. It seems that these small insects without thinking ability will execute the instructions I think in my mind. One can be said to be an accident, but the two same accidents are too abnormal. Combined with the fact that Bruce Lee bit something out of the head of the insect God on insect island and stuffed it into me, he woke up with a fishy smell. What magic does what he fed me have on these insects? So they can simply execute my orders?