nebula story

Stop the slideshow in his hand on a photo of a middle-aged man in his 40s, and Qi Bo taps him: "This is the general manager of the entire 'Deep Sea' project in the empire, code-named No. 1. The main line of your future contact will be him .”

Looking at the photo carefully, Yuan Bihai narrowed his eyes slightly,

It was a man with calm eyes and a gentle face. He had a slightly lean figure, and he was neither tall nor short. At first glance, he didn't have any outstanding features.But Yuan Bihai, who is familiar with intelligence work, is very clear in his heart: this is the most common protective color of an excellent spy.

"He was the best spy officer of our MI[-] back then. He was proficient in fighting, firearms, and computers, and his overall quality was top-notch." Qi Bo shook his head with emotion, "Since him, I have never met such a comprehensive and outstanding spy. intelligence officers."

"The orphan he brought must have been trained equally well by him, right?" Yuan Bihai smiled, "I guess, maybe the person he cultivated can be the leader of the second generation in the future."

His expression suddenly became extremely strange. His old boss seemed to be in a daze for a long time before shaking his head with a wry smile: "No...the child he brought with him is among the seven."

Died! ?Yuan Bihai was stunned, and his heart suddenly sank.

Reaching out and handing the computer to Yuan Bihai, the old supervisor smiled: "The top-secret paper files are placed in the file room of MI[-]. I will go there tomorrow when I have time, and I will have a final handover with you. ——In the future, I will If you have nothing to worry about, you will inevitably be more tired."

Looking at the gray hair on the temples of his old boss, Yuan Bihai suddenly felt sore.He took the computer wordlessly, and lowered his head, not wanting the teacher to see his suddenly wet eyes.

Patting him on the shoulder, the old supervisor pretended to be surprised: "Why, I'm not welcome?"

Forced to laugh, Yuan Bihai made a bitter expression: "Teacher, I wish you could go! Since you have gone, let's take a look at that imperial prisoner."

Seemingly hesitating for a while, the old supervisor finally said: "If you really want to ask for a confession, just think about your senior brother. If Yang Tai was in this position, what might he do?"

Startled, Yuan Bihai curled his lips: "He's the same."

"But he will try everything at all costs." A cold sharp light flashed in the eyes of the old supervisor, "Since you asked me to say it, I will not be polite. —— You should have tried electric fingers a long time ago. You know what I'm talking about."

Stretching his back stiffly, Yuan Bihai remained silent in embarrassment.

The teacher is right.

Sometimes it is not the pain that crushes the victim, but the despair of having lost something dear to him.

Slowly picking up the phone, he stared at the number keys.Suddenly, he felt agitated, and he almost pressed a series of number keys viciously: Damn, there are so many colleagues in the military intelligence division fighting hard in the empire, and there are many orphans in the federation who died there, but he is here Mother-in-law, take pity on an imperial person!

"...beep...beep." He listened to the call that was connected after a while, and said coldly, "How is it? Is there any progress?"

As expected, the chief torturer on the other end of the phone shattered his wish: "Boss, it's still the same. Although the prisoner was supported by the refreshing potion, he passed out twice from the pain. The battery really can't be bigger , will die."

"Power on and finger." Yuan Bihai said word by word, the anxiety and shock in his heart finally triggered an uncontrollable tyranny.For a moment, his narrow and elegant Danfeng eyes were extremely cold and severe.

There seemed to be a sudden silence on the other end of the phone.

"Boss, are you sure?" said a hesitant and anxious voice.

"I'm sure." Yuan Bihai said coldly, looked angrily at the old supervisor beside him, and ordered to his subordinates, "Before execution, you know how to use psychological warfare."

After a while, the subordinate on the phone finally responded: "Yes, sir."

Yuan Bihai hung up the phone, and suddenly realized that his subordinate's last address had been changed from the affectionate "boss" to "sir".

In the cold and pale torture room, old Wei looked at the young lieutenant thoughtfully.

"Let's go, I think you won't be able to survive the next scene." He spoke to his colleagues in an understanding and comforting tone.

Staring at him angrily, the young brown-haired lieutenant stared and did not move.

"What did the boss say?" he asked suspiciously.

"Electric finger." He spat out the three words like gold, and the chief torturer began to adjust another cold instrument silently.

The thin metal strips, which were as dense as a coarse sieve, were unloaded from the instrument, and he finished tidying up calmly, not looking at the suddenly ugly face of his young colleague.

Walking to the torture platform, he stared at the sweaty face that seemed to be fished out of the water.

"I know you can hear it, and you must understand it." He said slowly, "Since we have lost our patience, we don't want to guarantee the integrity of your limbs."

Using the most peaceful and simple words, he spat out an extremely cruel threat: "You are a mecha repairman, right? I want to remind you that if you use the next torture instrument, it may damage your ten fingers—"

After a deliberate pause, he let the words penetrate deeply into the prisoner's heart: "Actually, it's not a possibility, but an inevitability. Your ten fingers will be disabled, not only the phalanx will be broken, but the electric current will also bring neurons in the fingers. irreversible damage."

"We'll give you ten minutes to think about it," he added.

He didn't let these 10 minutes idle, he began to methodically pick up the row of thin metal strips, and carefully and precisely put them on the slender fingers of the young imperial captive.

No tightening, just slip on.The exquisite torture device is very clean, because it has never been used, it looks like a cool metallic fingerless glove, except that there is a weird green wire connected to the back of each fingertip.

She seemed a little groggy, and seemed to have been driven numb by the endless torture these days. Chesu on the torture platform was not unusual at first.

However, this tranquility was finally broken suddenly at the next moment.

Chesu, who had been tormented by the pain until he could even turn his eyes tired, suddenly exhausted all his strength, turned his head sharply, and looked down at his hand...

Suddenly, a little panic appeared in the dark, godless eyes, and his lips quivered slightly.

Looking at him silently, the torturer's heart moved slightly!

It worked, the effect is amazing!

Slowly pressing his wrist, the middle-aged interrogator stared at his black eyes, and was surprised to find that the out-of-focus eyes were finally forcibly fixed, beating a faint flame that had not been seen for a long time.

Guessing something cleverly, the chief torturer knew from which direction to strike hard.

"It's just that the ten fingers are abolished, and I can't do some delicate movements." He emphasized lightly, "Should be able to barely take care of himself."

Looking at him blankly, the body of the young man from the empire began to tremble slowly.

Not a twitch of pain, but a tremor from the bottom of my heart.

Fingers are abolished, can no longer flexibly play with those cute mechs, can no longer repair parts and hit the keyboard like playing a piano? ...

"We'll take our time. If you move ten fingers at once, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it." He lightly touched Chesu's right hand. The longest middle finger was slender and pale, with round knuckles and a Good-looking shape, "How about this one first?"

The moment he touched Chesu's finger, the young man who had been forbearing and weak struggled fiercely, and dodged back as if he had seen the most frightening thing.

His limbs were restrained by the restraint belt, and he couldn't move at all, but he seemed to have completely forgotten this, struggling in vain with his thin wrist, as if he wanted to escape!

Can't escape!How could it be possible to escape? ! ...

Pressing down on his middle finger suddenly, the interrogator's tone was cold and hard, and he shouted loudly: "Be sober! If you don't want your hands to be disabled in the future, just say what we want, and everything will stop, and there is still time for everything!"

Chesu stared at him with big dark eyes, shook his head frantically, and let out a faint "ho ho" sound from his throat.

"What do you want to say?..." Surprised in his heart, the interrogator raised his head and urged his colleagues, "Quick! Give him a muscle swelling injection!"

Hurriedly rushing to his medicine box, the young pharmacy expert was in a hurry.

He found a tube of special-purpose injection, quickly walked back to the torture platform, and injected it into a safe muscle group near Chesu's throat.

The powerful detumescence medicine went down, and the two waited silently for the prisoner's throat muscles to relax a little.Ten minutes passed slowly, and the two standing people were tossing and turning in their hearts.

Time flies so slowly, this is the only common perception in their hearts.

"Have you figured it out?" The middle-aged interrogator finally spoke, deliberately softening his tone, "Think about it, all you have to do is tell me a map, and once you tell, you can immediately escape from the sea of ​​suffering. "

He reached out and pressed Chesu's chest lightly: "Look, we will heal your injury, and your body will slowly recover. If you are obsessed with it, not only your internal organs will be damaged, but your limbs will also be mutilated. That will never happen again." There is a way to recover."

Turning his head quietly, the young lieutenant's face twitched a little.

His colleagues were not alarmist. After so many days of torture with electric probes piercing near the lung diaphragm, and the broken ribs had not yet fully healed when he was arrested, the boy's pulmonary edema was already very serious.

In the past few days, it has even begun to call in military doctors to perform thoracentesis and drainage for him on a regular basis... If he is not treated in time, the future radical cure will be extremely difficult.

Opening his mouth, the young prisoner on the torture platform finally let out a hoarse voice that was almost unrecognizable.

"What, what did you say?" The middle-aged torturer tried to read his lips.

"Don't..." He slightly moved his pressed fingers, and a layer of mist filled his eyes.

"Then nod your head and promise to say it."

Waiting with bated breath, the young lieutenant next to him had never been like this moment, sincerely wishing that the prisoner would nod his head lightly.

Staring at them blankly, Chesu's eyes as black as obsidian had light and shadow changes.It seems to be sorrow, it is pain, it is unbelief, and it is also the deepest despair.

Reaching out and holding the control button of the torture tool in front of his eyes, the middle-aged torturer looked cold: "It seems that you still want to try it?"

Stretching out his hand, he made a gesture to press the button.

"no no!"

The steam in Chesu's eyes finally condensed into tears. He stared blankly at the button in his hand, and sobbed in a hoarse voice that couldn't be more painful: "Please...please..."

Not seeing any looseness on the torturer's face, he turned his head to look at the young lieutenant, vaguely remembering that this person had pleaded for him, and he looked at him with despair, as if he wanted to arrest him. Live in this one and only, humble little hope.

To see him?What's the use of seeing him?

Seeing Chesu's dark and painful eyes, the young lieutenant finally couldn't help shouting loudly: "Don't beg us, let us beg you! - Please speak up!"

no respond.The imperial youth slowly closed his eyes, he clenched his teeth, and bright red blood oozed from the corner of his bitten lip.

His lips moved slightly, and he whispered something in his hoarse whisper, which was almost inaudible.

Only the pharmacist beside him could hear the desperate moan: "Your Highness...Your Highness...help me..."

Is that His Highness again, His Highness the Crown Prince of the Empire?Whenever he couldn't stand the torture and was on the verge of passing out, he always called this person!

The empire's imperial power to intimidate and brainwash is really terrifying.

But what's the use?The prince of the empire far away in the sky, not to mention that he doesn't care about this low-level untouchable soldier, even if he really wants to save his subordinates, he is probably absolutely powerless.

The young pharmacist felt anxious all over and couldn't help shouting, "No one can save you, only you can save yourself! Don't you still understand?!"

The young man on the torture platform, who seemed to have been pushed to the brink of collapse, still didn't nod his head.The slender neck was slightly stalked, like a swan with its wings broken off.

After cursing something in a low voice, the torturer turned around angrily, went to the instrument and adjusted the current, then came back to Chesu and said coldly: "Then let's start!"