"Of course, since you have indicated that you still have a lot of money, this is good news for us." This figure looks at Scott with white teeth in his mouth, which is like an evil ghost in Scott’s eyes, but it seems very heart-warming to see him. "Since you still have money, we can talk in depth. We are not so lonely before going to see our boss."
With this, the figure points a little at Scott’s chest according to the gun. "Well, get up and follow us now when you don’t delay. Please cooperate with us so that all of us will feel better. You don’t want us to try to let you follow us."
Scott chose to be honest and follow these two figures with his head down at this time, or he was caught by the official forces and killed these two Lu Si Goths. He wisely chose to follow these two people.
Scott didn’t want to escape, but judging from the equipment and the situation of the two men just now, he easily realized that the other party was more professional than him, playing flower work in front of professionals, which was to die, even if he had to leave, he had to find a better opportunity
And these two figures then moved Scott to give up his escape plan directly. It is very simple that these two figures make traps and lay mines while retreating.
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As they skillfully moved, Scott knew that he had planted these two people this time, so he could not compete with them.
"Mr. Scott, we hope you can cooperate with our work and don’t have any bad ideas." The man with a dense mouth and white teeth looked at Scott and said, "Don’t expect your small army, let alone send you to the advance team. They are all gone."
Hearing this figure, Scott felt cold all over. For a moment, he felt like a cold winter. After being stripped from head to toe, he poured ice water all over him, which made his heart tremble. Without him, his troops and advance teams were gone.
"No, it’s impossible. There are two of you. There are two of us." Scott red eyes are almost yelling.
"There are seventeen people, aren’t there?" The figure said faintly. "The camp has a green tent at the end of this road, but they are all dead. We haven’t buried them yet. You will see them later."
Scott was cold and trembling, and followed the two figures along the path. At this time, he finally realized what despair was, but it was complete despair. He relied on strength most, and he no longer doubted the figure.
He knows that the camp knows that the advance team can accurately tell the number of their own teams, and as far as they are concerned, their own people are like lambs to be slaughtered in front of them. This is simply not an order of magnitude. Scott now has some doubts about who has found such a master to clean himself up.
Behind the "boom" came explosions, followed by shrill screams and whines. Obviously, there were pursuers, but these two figures left traps and mines to prevent them from pursuing these two figures, so they continued to move at a constant speed without hesitation.
Scott kept his head down, and he was counting on someone to escape. However, when he really arrived at the camp, he was really desperate. The exposure during the day and the damp heat in the jungle made the bodies stink, and the flies buzzed around the piles of dead bodies.
Scott looked at all this trembling, while the two figures walked on as if they were sleeping together. Of course, because the body stinks, they chose to bypass the body.
They didn’t stop until they came to a rock cave in a mountainous area.
Chapter two hundred and seventy-three Execution
The two figures made some disguises in front of the cave before Scott was brought to the cave. The figure with white teeth took out a message and dialed it out, but he said it was English and Scott couldn’t understand it.
"Dear Coffey has achieved," Hou Dasheng whispered to Coffey with a cheerful tone. "Of course, we have made too little money this time. I decided to squeeze some oil and water out of this guy. You can pick us up at the periphery of the jungle tomorrow afternoon and pick up the goods."
At the other end of the sentence, Coffey immediately said, "How about 9: 00 this afternoon? I will pick you up personally for the delivery problem. I will finish it, and you will be finished when the goods arrive in my hand."
"But why did you attack the official troops? Now there are more than a dozen people lying in the camp and several others are dead." Coffey, the other end, complained, "Now the official is looking for trouble with me because my information is inaccurate."
Hou Dasheng shrugged his shoulders when he heard this. "That’s their own problem. If they didn’t come after us, nothing would have happened, but they came after us and tried to track us down. We just protected ourselves and didn’t fight back."
"Well, I’ll explain to them," said Coffey, who was very timid. "Remember not to kill the dead goods, and the goods will be worthless."
Hou Dacheng walked over and took a good look. Then he turned his attention to Scott, who was staring at him all over. At this time, the fat dog took out a piece of silk thread. These are fishing silk threads. Hou Dacheng specially prepared Coffey to make booby traps.
But now, when interrogating Hou Dasheng, he also feels that everything is done to tie Scott’s hands and feet, and then these silk threads tighten Scott’s body. After a while, the flesh of those fishing lines bulges and turns white because of poor blood flow.
"Dear Mr. Scott, now we need to know your money, bank account number and password." Hou Dasheng smiled and took out his dagger and whispered, "You take the initiative to make it clear to us, or we ask you to make it clear as far as possible, and don’t try to deceive us, otherwise we will do something acceptable to you."
Scott looked at Hou Dasheng with a dagger in horror. He also tortured people. He knew what Hou Dasheng wanted to do now, but he still shook his teeth and said, "Let me go. You can take all the money you want. I can give you a deposit."
"Ah" but then Scott screamed because Hou Dasheng’s dagger was pulled out with the fishing line and the meat was cut off. The cut flesh was held by Hou Dasheng and hung in front of Scott’s eyes. "Wrong answer, Mr. Scott. I’m sorry I don’t want to do this, but do you need to cooperate with me?"
Then Hou Dasheng paused and continued, "OK, let’s repeat your deposit number, bank account and password."
"No, you can’t get me any money," Scott screamed bitterly, but it’s still better than insisting that "let me go, let me go, all the money is yours and mine, and you can take two meals that haven’t been refined. If you let me go, I will give you everything, and if you don’t let me go, you can’t get anything from me."
The words sound just fell and Scott immediately issued a more piercing scream "Ah". Hou Dacheng directly put a sharpened stake directly into his knee and saw the stake directly inserted into it, and the scarlet blood gushed out.
Scott’s whole right leg turned into a twisted shape. Hou Dasheng looked at him and whispered, "I’m sorry that you answered wrong again. This is not what I need. You need to answer again. Once you answer wrong, we can continue to ask."
"Amount, account number and password" Hou Dasheng still smiled, but Scott felt that Hou Dasheng’s smile was cruel and terrible. From Hou Dasheng’s body, Scott somehow seemed to see his own shadow. He used to treat those who tried to resist others like this.
He still remembers an old man who didn’t want to plant Weina village for him. The old man held his neck high and told him that he wouldn’t plant anything for him. Then Scott hit everyone in the village and he broke the old man’s legs in front of them. At that time, Liscott saw his face and smile from the old man’s eyes just like Hou Dasheng.
"I want to live," Scott said in a hoarse voice. "I can give you anything if I let go."
"Ah" Scott didn’t finish his words, and another wooden nail plunged directly into his sole. The shrill and hoarse scream from his mouth gave people a feeling that it didn’t come from a human mouth. Hou Dacheng held Scott’s face lightly and said, "Wrong answer, let’s continue."
"Amount, account number and password" Hou Dasheng repeated his own question. Scott gasped at this time as if to make himself try not to bend. He didn’t answer. He bowed his head and said nothing.
"Poof bursts" A thin wooden thorn was plunged into Scott’s fingernail cover and finger joint, and Scott’s mouth once again issued a piercing scream "Ah"
Hou Dasheng calmly said to Scott, "You answered wrong again. Of course, I admire your spirit very much. There are not many warriors like you this year, but you still need to answer my question. We have a late time, so you don’t have to worry about it."
To tell the truth, Hou Dasheng still admires Scott’s persistence in seeking life. Of course, this will not make him have the idea of letting Scott go. There are a lot of plantations and two tons of goods here. This has been said from the side. This is the scum to clean him up. Hou Dasheng has no psychological pressure after finishing.
"Poop-poop" sharpened wooden nails were nailed into Scott’s nails one by one, and Hou Dasheng was still questioning "number, account number and password"
Scott went from squeal screams to hoarse screams, and finally there was no scream. Hou Dasheng didn’t let him die, and he wouldn’t be comatose. Water was constantly poured on him to keep him awake. Even if he was fainted by pain, he would be quickly awakened to continue interrogation.
"Kill me, you son of a bitch. You should be born a bastard in hell." Scott almost scolded Hou Dasheng for all the dirty words he could think of. However, Hou Dasheng seemed to smile and continue his punishment and repeat his own questions "number, account number and password"
In the end, Scott was completely desperate. He bowed his head and let Hou Dasheng execute him, but Hou Dasheng didn’t stop the execution because of his silence. There are three words: Scott’s body and flesh have been completely destroyed by pieces of his only intact hand.
His fingers were all pulled off from the fingernails, and they were so bloody that they were exposed to the air. The knuckles of his fingers were clearly visible, and the scarlet muscle tissue adhered to the skin, which looked terrible.
Hou Dacheng was still smiling, and the execution lasted for more than an hour, which was completely ruined. Scott finally couldn’t bear it. He honestly told Hou Dacheng his bank account, password and amount, and made a clean and fat dog record.
"Click" Hou Dasheng broke Scott’s finger, whose fingernail had been cut off, but it was still intact. "Let’s repeat the account, password and amount" means that the execution is not over. Hou Dasheng keeps executing, while Bian Fat Dog is responsible for recording the results of each interview.
Scott’s face showed a pleading look. "Kill me, please. I said everything. Kill me if you want me."
At this moment, Scott has no will to survive. He now thinks that these two people can make themselves die quickly. This is the only hope that Scott wants to die so little and not suffer from this kind of torture.
Scott knew for the first time that sometimes it is a luxury to want to die. Now he envies his two followers whose heads have been blown off, and those violent corpses who are in the jungle with few hands. They can’t stand such pain. They are dead and everything is over for them.
"Poof!" A wooden nail was accurately stuck in Scott’s elbow, but the blood didn’t flow much, but it accurately pierced his arm. Hou Dacheng asked softly, "Account, password and amount."
The crazy interrogation lasted almost half a night. Scott collapsed. He told everything he knew. The limited cycle execution made him almost crazy. He wanted to die, so in the end he didn’t wait for Dasheng to ask questions. He said everything.
He dare not even die now, begging Hou Dasheng not to continue the execution, but even so, he didn’t get what he wanted. Hou Dasheng kept stabbing his whole body with wooden sticks and sharpened stakes.
Now Scott looks like a doll full of needles. His legs are ruined, his face is nailed with stakes and sashimi, and he is tied with fishing lines. Pieces of flesh are thrown to the ground, and all his wounds are covered with hemostatic powder.
Of course, he also confessed everything, including that he deliberately misreported the bank account and password and tried to hide three hidden accounts and passwords. After recording everything and verifying it for five times, Hou Dasheng finally nodded with satisfaction. "Thank you for cooperating with Mr. Scott. You can rest now."
"We’ll hand you over to our boss in a few hours, and then we’ll take care of it."
Chapter two hundred and seventy-four Chaos country
Scott has been numb, and his wounds have been carefully handled by Hou Dacheng to ensure that he will not die when he is handed over to Coffey. After all, Scott is valuable when he is alive, and he dies. That would be 500,000 less. This is also a lot. Hou Dacheng naturally hopes to earn more.
Tie Scott to death in the cave. Hou Dasheng and the fat dog take turns to rest. There is always a person who is awake and responsible for watching Scott. On the one hand, he is afraid that he will die. Although Scott doesn’t look like he can escape now, his legs are broken and his knees are covered with terrible blood holes.
The legs were covered with bloody remnants of peeled meat, and the whole back of his hand was torn off, and his fingers and nails were torn off. If Hou Dacheng hadn’t kept giving him hemostatic, Scott would have died by now.
Even so, Hou Dasheng dropped one of those pills for treating dogs into his mouth, and Scott fell asleep directly after taking the pill, which was also good for him, but it could make his body recover gradually instead of always causing pain and possibly death.
In the early morning, when Hou Dacheng finished guarding the last shift, his satellite talk shook up. When he picked it up, he smiled and it was Coffey. When he picked it up, Coffey told Hou Dacheng that he had set off now and had brought a doctor and enough medicine.
He now hopes that Hou Dasheng didn’t kill poor Scott. Of course, Hou Dasheng didn’t kill Scott, but now Scott is not much better than death. He woke up the fat dog and made a stretcher to let Scott go and then evacuated the cave along a good path.