Chapter 354: Mature?

"I'm still saying that killing you is too cheap."

Yin Hui drooped his head and felt depressed.

If he goes back, he may not have the face to meet people.

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"Boss, what should we do now?" Lao Yan looked at the fat man with a hint of embarrassment.

"What to do? How the hell do I know what to do?" The fat man cursed, then returned to the torture room: "Since this guy is so soft, let's make him hard."

"Hard?" Lao Yan shook his head helplessly: "But the boss didn't say he could do it."

"In my opinion, let's ask for instructions. This guy is not as simple as we imagined." A person next to the fat man said.

"Okay, I'll call the team leader."

After saying that, the fat man called Yin Hui.) ———————————————————————————————————————————————

Dingling, Dinglingling.

Yin Hui's cell phone rang, and four pistols pointed at his head in one go. He moved quickly, and in an instant, his head was afraid to move casually.

"Mobile phone, mobile phone!" Yin Hui didn't even dare to breathe, so as not to be mistaken for these people to think that he was cheating on ghosts.

"Do you say you can answer?" Yin Hui cooperated and took out the phone from his pocket and handed it to the emperor.

The emperor glared at his little eyes, then shook his head: "Check it!!"

"What should I say then?"

"You can say whatever you want, but don't make a fool of yourself. If you dare to make a fool of yourself, I will kill you with one shot."

"Okay!" Yin Hui nodded, then pressed the answer button.

“Hey? Who?”

It was very strange to see that number, Yin Hui was also wondering, who called himself at this time?

"It's me." The other party was a rude but very complimentary voice: "I'm a fat man in the torture room. I just want to ask you, those sunglasses ruined the TV, and I think it's time to attack him."

"Oh. You said you should go to your place for lunch? What dishes? You can order what dishes yourself. But I like 80% mature steak, don't torture me to death."

"I understand." The fat man nodded and hung up the phone.

His face immediately became submissive: "Several friends have prepared some side dishes and asked me to go to dinner."

"Stop talking nonsense, turn off your phone." The emperor laughed.

"Yeah." Yin Hui pressed the shutdown button. After the phone emitted a Nokia standard ringtone, the screen slowly dimmed.

"Can I have a full meal before I die? Look, the food is ready? Just treat it as a dead head." Yin Hui looked at the emperor pitifully.

"Stop talking nonsense." The emperor cursed: "You will not die until you hand over the code box to us."

"Thank you then." Yin Hui's speech became much more relaxed. He was tied up by such a group of extremely vicious guys. He was more or less afraid. Because they didn't play according to common sense, they might be excited when they could just shoot and jump.

"No need to thank you." The emperor smiled despicable: "I will make you live worse than death!"

"How is it? What do you think of the boss?" After the fat man put down the phone, Lao Yan beside him asked curiously.

"As long as you mature, don't die." The fat man smiled faintly on his face, then slowly put away the phone, walked to the cage, and then looked at his sunglasses sitting on the thatched bed with a calm look on his face.

"Boy, your death is here." The fat man turned his head and looked at Lao Yan next to him, and nodded slightly at him.

Lao Yan understood what he meant and smashed the electric baton in his hand hard towards the iron chains of the prison, making a sound of slap: "Don't think of playing tricks with us, don't think of taking advantage of opportunities, because any resistance will cause you to be more hurt and will make our impression of you more sinister."

While speaking, he ordered the people around him to tightly surround the room where the sunglasses were kept. Everyone was carrying a K17 in their hands, and the black muzzle pointed directly at their heads, which might kill them at any time.

"Hmph!" Sunglasses, with a calm face, snorted coldly, and didn't even look at them.

"Hehe." The fat man's face moved up and down, showing a cold expression, his smile was very light and cold: "In the past, many people who were tortured were like you, and they didn't take us seriously, thinking that their willpower was unprecedented and unparalleled, but later... they all surrendered to us and honestly confessed their sins. Believe in God, be honest and lenient, resist and strict, and he has always adhered to this creed."

"Bah." Sun Glasses cursed wildly: "If you want to kill, kill me, don't be too long-winded."

"What did he say just now?" The fat man used his little finger to clean his earwax, as if he couldn't hear it clearly, and asked curiously with his ears on his side.

"He said he wanted to kill him!"

Lao Yan said in a jokey tone.

"If you want to kill, you will kill? Hahahaha, do you want to die? We won't let you die. Traditional Chinese medicine, let him see your skills."

A guy wearing a white coat and two small beards on his mouth giggled, then walked to the door with his head held high and his chest raised, and introduced politely: "Hello, I am an old Chinese doctor in the torture room. People like to call me Xu Sanying, because I can pull people back from the god of death with just three injections, and make him worse than death."

After saying that, he turned around elegantly and let him beside him, so he could not steal the boss's majesty, because the boss mainly plays the protagonist, and those who play supporting roles must have the awareness of being supporting roles.

"Since the master's explanation is 80% mature, let's start with the third-level punishment." The fat man slowly walked to the door and then tinkered with his hands to tinker with his keys.

"Okay, I agree." Lao Yan giggled foolishly, and after the key made a metal collision, the two entered the room.

First of all, Lao Yan, who was calm around the face and sat steadily on the thatched bed without saying a word. After a long time, he clapped his hands: "Okay, physical fitness is good. I wonder if I can pass our level?"

"Old Yan!" The fat man sweated him thoughtfully, and then said seriously: "The superior said that he is 80% mature, and he cannot be beaten to death, nor can he become an idiot."

"I understand." Lao Yan nodded, and fiercely smoked the cigarette in his mouth. While Mars was bright, he pressed the cigarette butt's Mars on the neck of the sunglasses with force.

hiss!

He gasped in pain, but the pain seemed to only hurt him for a second.

A second later, he returned to normal without even blinking.

It was as if the cigarette butt was not branded on one's neck at all.

Lao Yan looked at the fat man with some concern and saw the difficulty in each other's eyes.

These sunglasses are hard to deal with.

This is the conclusion they came to.

For ordinary assassin killers, if cigarette butts burn the back of their heads, they will have at least five seconds to endure, and the next one will make them struggling in pain.

When they met the one with the strongest willpower, they also roared in pain and persevered for at most two seconds.

But this person was completely adapted to the pain in an instant, and his reaction was still so weak, as if only an ant bit him.

This mission is a bit tricky. This is the conclusion they have come to together.

"Old Ma, take the punishment." Although this person is difficult to deal with, they cannot retreat because they have no reason to retreat. If they do not impose punishment on him and use their greatest ability to pry open his mouth, they may be punished on behalf of this person.

A man with a medium figure and a little fat body walked up with a smile. It was obvious that he should be Lao Ma.

He blew a slogan, and then two of his men walked in with a burning red charcoal stove.

Dong.

The heavy charcoal stove made a dull sound when it was placed on the ground, and it sounded in this room, very harsh.

With such a bump, the coal and Mars in the charcoal furnace actually flew up, and the scorching temperature burned everyone's face.

Lao Yan and the fat man looked at the charcoal stove with a serious expression, as if they were looking at weapons to defend the freedom of the people, full of respect.

And they also paid special attention to the expression of their sunglasses.

Calm, calm, calm, calm, as if he didn't take these at all.

Lao Ma lifted a corner of his shirt and revealed a mottled iron chain. Although it was not very thick, the smell of copper looked very uneven. If it touched human skin, it would definitely make the skin crack a small hole.

Not to mention using this iron chain to whip people's skin.

Lao Ma explained to him with a smile: "My whip is called the Oolong Whip. Although it has strong attack power, I will not use it to attack you because it is not a weapon, but a torture instrument."

Lao Ma walked to him steadily, then smiled and slowly tied the iron chain on his hand to him, very light and soft, as if he was afraid of hurting his skin.

"I haven't used this torture instrument for a long time, and he has rusted. Baby, today I'll let you taste the taste of human flesh and fresh human blood." After saying that, his expression of joy immediately changed into a sad look. He patted the shoulder of sunglasses earnestly, and said with an apology: "I'm sorry, brother, I will remember your kindness."

The sunglasses were still expressionless and stood still, as if he was just a bystander.

After the iron chain wrapped the whole body of the sunglasses, he carefully checked it until he was sure that the iron chain had tied his whole body. He slowly straightened his waist and put the remaining iron chain into the burning red fire.

The iron chain collided with the red coal blocks burning in the charcoal furnace, splashing a series of sparks and slowly rising.

Lao Yan and the fat man looked at each other, and then laughed almost at the same time, because they found that Lao Ma had made up his mind this time.

Perhaps, Lao Ma's punishment can already make this person confess.

Sunglasses seemed to realize something, and the muscles on their face twitched, but they quickly returned to calm.

He thought about it for a long time in his heart, as if he could bear this pain. His expression of fear just now had become calm.

Slowly, as the charcoal blocks roasted the rusty iron chain, one end of the iron chain was burned red, like an LED lamp emitting red fluorescent light.

The temperature slowly spreads with the iron chain, and soon the whole chain becomes warmer. However, for normal people, this temperature will not only not feel pain, but also feel a warm feeling, as if it is as comfortable as basking in the wild in spring.

Lao Ma asked Lao Yan for a cigarette, and then sat behind her sunglasses.

The fat man had already told them that if there was something wrong with the sunglasses' eyes, don't look at him. When there was no action, stand behind him so that he would not see them.

He smoked the cigarette with a leisurely look at the scattered Mars emerging from the flames. He didn't have a hint of urgency, and he slowly sucked the clouds and blew the mist.

"Old Ma, why haven't this guy reacted yet?" The iron chains burned for a long time, and many parts of them had already burned red. They even made big holes on his clothes, but they didn't react at all.
To be continued...