"Dear leader, I'm so happy to see you, hehe...hehe..." This guy immediately greeted you warmly.

Seeing his slutty look of grinning and licking his lips, Ye Chenghuan was not happy at all, but instead frowned, "Satan, this person is very important. I don't want you to leave me a dead body. Dead people will not speak."

"I think you misunderstood. I came here to help you with the interrogation. Look, I did nothing to him before you came."

He did not do anything to the unlucky guy, but just holding a scalpel to gesture on someone was enough to scare people.

Ye Chenghuan lit a cigarette and sat down slowly. Satan couldn't wait to say, "Captain, can you start?"

"Well, it's better to be humane. I don't want others to say we are a bunch of executioners."

"Don't worry, I'll be very gentle."

A burly and huge figure came to the unlucky guy. He raised his head and saw a guy with a miserable smile on his face.

Satan smiled hard and licked his lips excitedly, "Don't be nervous, let's make a game, it's just a game."

As he said that, Satan took off the socks from the man's mouth.

The man coughed for a while and immediately begged: "You have found the wrong person. I am not the one you are looking for. I am just a serious businessman. Please let me go..."

"no, no, no, no, this is the rule of the game." He took out a handheld camera, thought about the angle, and then carefully put on rubber gloves. "Sorry, please forgive my collection habit. I will collect our unforgettable memories forever."

He turned around and picked in the metal tray filled with various pliers and knives, making a rustling sound, which made the pajama man on the iron chair stunned.

When he turned around, there was an exquisite syringe needle in his hand and said softly: "Don't worry, I will be very gentle until you don't feel the pain."

What the hell is this? If you don’t feel pain, then you will die!

Satan slowly stabbed the needle of the syringe into the man in the pajamas' nails, and looked at the other person's expression with a smile, looking at the increasingly frowning brows, listening to the muffled groan in his mouth, the frequency of the needle twitching back and forth became faster and faster.

The man in the pajamas began to spasm, and a heart-wrenching pain and burning sensation quickly penetrated from his fingertips to his whole body.

"I...I'm really just a businessman. Oh my god, please let me go. I'm willing to pay, you can do as much as you want..."

What's scary is that Satan ignored what he said, and it seemed that he didn't intend to get anything from his mouth.

Finally, I pulled out the needle and put the blood-sucking syringe in the metal tray. I did not forget to explain patiently: "As I said just now, I have a collector habit, and of course my blood specimens are no exception."

Then, he pulled out a twisted neckline from his left wrist. A small barbble like a cat's tongue was protruded from the flexible Kavra material. This guy used this perverted thing to cut off the neck of many people.

One end of the twisted neckline is a cowhide ring that can be put on the finger, and the other end is a detachable T-shaped pull ring. If you remove the pull ring, you can see that the tip of the twisted neckline is connected to a flexible steel needle.

He completely ignored the pale expression of the tortured person. The muscles on Satan's face twitched slightly, looking like laughing, but they were even worse than crying. His tone seemed to be treating his lover: "There will be a little pain next, but I promise you will not be in danger of your life."

The steel needle passed through the biceps obliquely from the armpit, slowly pulled it to the other side, put the t-ring twisted neckline, and then gently pulled the twisted wire from that side bit by bit. The underarm cortex and biceps were licked by the tongues of the cats, and blood was wrapped in meat scraps and dripped into the small tray that Satan had prepared long ago.

"Don't worry, I have carefully calculated the position and angle and will not hurt your trunk nerves and ligaments, which means that your arm still has a reserved value." Satan explained as if he was afraid that others would be worried.

The poor pajama man was so painful that he couldn't scream. Satan's eyes were filled with greed light, and he never missed the opportunity to appreciate his masterpiece for a second.

He pulled out the necklace, grabbed a handful of hemostatic powder and thoughtfully stopped the bleeding of his prey. He put away his baby necklace, picked up a towel and wiped the sweat from the man in the pajamas.

"What's next? Oh, I guess you should like this more..." Take out a delicate small iron box from his hateful "treasure box", then use small tweezers to pick up a black thing from it, and sway it in front of the man in the pajamas, "You are lucky this time. This is the best one I bought for 5,000 US dollars."

The man in the pajamas recognized that it was a scorpion, which was much stronger than ordinary ones. Each large pliers were as thick as a thumb, and the poisonous hook at the tip of the pliers was extremely bright under the light.

Satan explained: "This is the most powerful and poisonous scorpion king in the world, called the Israeli Golden Scorpion. Its venom can poison a horse in 5 minutes. If a person is stung by it, he will definitely die in 5 minutes. Otherwise, you are lucky. The scorpion puts it with dozens of the most powerful companions in the world. In the end, it kills its companions and wins gloriously. It is the absolute king! I guess you must be very interested in it now. Anyway, when I first saw it, I was fascinated by it."

silence……

The Scorpion King finally found a new place to stand on the man in the pajamas, waved his two big pliers and demonstrated to him.

"Don't worry, it is actually very friendly and greets you. Scorpion never provokes others, unless you make a move that it thinks is unfriendly first, so I advise you not to be impulsive."

If you have such a thing on your body, no one dares to be impulsive if you replace it.

Satan shook the back of the iron chair, lying down flat, and said, "It seems that it's time for us to enter the next stage. I promise this stage will be unforgettable for you for the rest of your life."

The man in pajamas had a Scorpion King hanging around his neck, and he didn't dare to look up at all. He could only hear Satan fiddling with something, pinching an almost transparent cellophane on his face.

The cold water flowed on my face, and the cellophane was immediately wet, pressing against my cheeks. As the water flow continued, the paper stretched completely, wrapping every inch of the skin on my face tightly.

A few seconds later, the man in the pajamas couldn't breathe, as if he was dragged to the deep seabed, and the feeling was simply terrible.

Soon, due to his struggle, the blood oxygen in his body decreased and was consumed quickly. The conditioned reflex forced the nerve center to control him and breathed hard, which also caused a large amount of water to be sucked into the stomach, lung lobes, trachea and bronchials.

The water entering the body's organs stimulated his vomiting nerves and coughed loudly.

He couldn't breathe or shout, and suddenly he scratched his hands and kicked his feet, but the water flow was still trickling down.

Every nerve in his body was pinched by something, and he pulled it hard, and every blood vessel seemed to be about to burst!

After this lasted for a while, the inmate's mind was blank and he almost lost consciousness. However, the central nervous system still protected its owner by conditioned reflexes. Although he lost consciousness, the physical pain was even more painful.

The tortured began to burst into tears and incontinently urinate, and his body was still struggling with spasm. At the same time, blood oozing out of his eyes, nostrils and mouth, dyeing the entire cellophane red. A whimpering sound was made in his mouth, and his body was completely out of control by his brain.

The water flow stopped and the cellophane on the face was uncovered.

Satan looked at the stopwatch and said, "Man, you surprised me so much. This is an ancient and cruel game called waterboarding. Most people can only survive 14 seconds under this torture, but you persisted for thirty seconds. It seems that we can play with something else..."

Ye Chenghuan frowned and thought, it was too cruel. If anyone fell into the hands of that guy Satan, he would only blame him for being born in the wrong way.

When I got here, the pajama man could no longer bear it, "I said, I said everything, please stop torture me anymore, or you just kill me... wuwuwu..."

It seemed almost done. Ye Chenghuan stood up, pushed Satan away, came to the man in pajamas, bent down, stared at him, and stuffed the cigarette in his mouth into his mouth.

After taking a few deep breaths of cigarettes, the man was indeed much better.

"I'll ask you and answer, don't let me waste my time." Ye Chenghuan said word by word.

"Okay, ask, I'll say everything."

"Your name."

"Ales, Mohamed Ales."

"Country of Citizenship."

"Afghanistan."

"Profession."

"Farmer."

Ye Chenghuan frowned: "It seems that you are still not honest, I can't help you." After that, he was about to leave.

"I swear to Allah, all I say is true, I am just a farmer of poppy species."

Based on his performance just now and after thinking about it, Ye Chenghuan believed that he did not tell lies.

"Why are you pretending to be me?"

"Impersonating you?" Alles looked at the young man in front of him in surprise, "Are you..."

"Yes, I am the God of North Wind."

Alles opened his mouth wide and couldn't say a word for a while, "I really don't know it's you, I don't know at all. I'm just a civilian. A friend of the poppy trading introduced me to do this errand and gave me a lot of rewards. I don't know who the God of the North Wind is, nor what the Dark Storm is. I just do it according to other people's instructions."

"Who Lord made you do this, what organization, or who?"

"I don't know, I've never seen the boss behind the scenes. Everything has been arranged by someone. I just put on the show in front of the video recorder."

Ye Chenghuan tilted the corners of his mouth coldly and suddenly shouted: "Satan."

"Yes!" Satan, who had been waiting by the side for a long time, immediately stood at attention, waiting for the leader's advice.

"The ad has been inserted, you can continue."

"yes."

"No, what I said is true, it's true. Don't torture me anymore. I really can't stand it anymore. Woo woo..." Ales cried a few times, and suddenly remembered something, "I remember..."

"Say." Ye Chenghuan was waiting for this sentence.
Chapter completed!