Chapter 373 The outside world changes quickly

In fact, what Prisoner No. 1 wants to ask the most now is: During the process of kidnapping you, you have definitely changed your clothes more than two times. This kind of replacement should be very thorough. No original cloth wire on your body should be left behind. How do you keep this spy button?

Prisoner No. 1 actually wanted to say: It’s not that I don’t know, but the outside world changes quickly.

The button that An Feng took out, Prisoner No. 1 initially imagined was: the button was a computer display screen. But such a miniature... tablet computer is simply unimaginable.

However, Prisoner No. 1 also knew that after entering the information age, the explosion of knowledge amount was on average every seven years. When Prisoner No. 1 was first kidnapped, the home computer was probably still using the Pentium 5 chip. At that time, the information highway established by countries around the world had a transmission rate of about 100 megabytes. Now, the data transmission rate of the home network is at least ten G, and the computer chip is no longer the original Pentium 5.

Well, it seems that all technological inventions have a precursor before they became popular. The use of micro-insects as spy tools appeared in a novel about "The London Night Devil". In the 18th century, micro-computer screens were also imagined. In the 1940s, when Internet technology was just born, some people imagined miniaturized and movable spy devices...

Well, Prisoner No. 1 decided not to think more about technical issues. He lay on the bed with his eyes closed, waiting for a while, and before An Feng's answer, he began to doubt in his heart: this Prisoner No. 3 is definitely not just a civilian officer. He just arrived today, and his first move showed that he had the ability to bring spy equipment into the cell, and this skill... clearly showed that he was a senior agent himself.

In fact, for An Feng, he didn't care whether Prisoner No. 1 realized his true identity. As for whether Prisoner No. 1 and No. 2 have been brainwashed and thus became the insider of the kidnappers, this doesn't matter.

As a majestic weapon on earth, even if you have bare hands, An Feng is sure to break out of this city. In his "time gate", there are always many weapons. So he doesn't need to take into account the feelings of others. He just wants to do his own thing with great thoughts.

Arrogant? An Feng is definitely qualified to be arrogant.

The next day, during breakfast, Prisoner No. 2 was indeed lying high and not awake. Prisoner No. 1 pretended to wake up after hearing the iron gate in the wing room. And An Feng, in the posture of a soldier, had turned over and sat up when the sky was just dawn, sorted out his personal belongings, washed and cleaned. When the sound of morning prayer from the mosque floated outside the window, An Feng also knelt beside the bed and started his own prayer - he was pretending too.

When the child guard came to deliver the meal, An Feng had already handled all his personal affairs. There were no books, newspapers, magazines, radio, and television in the cell, and there was no Internet. Prisoners stayed here in a daze or in a daze. An Feng, who had a strong military aura, began to exercise in his personal life. He did the "seven-minute exercise method" over and over again in the narrow cell, and whenever his physical strength recovered, he would do it again until the child appeared outside the door.

Regarding An Feng's silent diligence, Prisoner No. 2 did not comment on a word. After he got up sleepily, he sat blankly beside the bed. When the child entered the cell, he jumped out of bed. He lazily took the rice bowl handed over by the child, put the rice bowl aside first, and then started his own morning bath.

Of course, after the bathing, Prisoner No. 1 also began to pray - this action was done sincerely, because the lonely imprisonment career definitely requires faith to support it.

The guardian sat in the corridor for a while. Seeing An Feng finishing his meal, he put away his bowls and chopsticks and looked at Cage No. 1. Prisoner No. 1 had not finished his prayer yet. When An Feng began to walk around the room again, moving his legs and upper limbs, Prisoner No. 1 slowly stood up and picked up the bowl to eat.

Prisoner No. 1 was eating very slowly. When the guardian put away his bowls and chopsticks, Prisoner No. 2 still did not wake up. The guardian decided not to wait anymore. He seemed to have gotten used to the laziness of No. 2, and he routinely left his bowl in the cell No. 2, and turned around and left the cage.

The silence lasted for a while. From when, two sober prisoners began to talk from afar. Prisoner No. 1 spoke first and asked: "Is the current French (football) team still the captain of Zidane?"

"UU, the captain is indeed Zidan, but the French team is just the runner-up. They lost to Italy in the penalty shootout," An Feng replied in a depressed manner.

The two followed the trend and talked about World Cup teams in various countries. The No. 1 Prisoner maintained his own style of talking less and only interrupted occasionally. This kind of simple communication is also necessary. The cell is very small, everyone cannot move around, there are no books, newspapers, magazines, and no news. You can't be idle for a long time, right?

It was not until noon that Prisoner No. 2 woke up and began to eat his meal that he didn't know whether it was breakfast or lunch. As Prisoner No. 2 woke up, Prisoner No. 1 became less talkative. However, Prisoner No. 2 kept talking all the gaps in the cell, and the constant buzzing sound in the cell was very annoying.

The only book in the cell was religious books of extremists. In the afternoon, An Feng felt that he needed to rest his brain and mouth. He pulled a page of paper from the religious books, crumpled the page into a small ball, turned it into a paper ball, threw it on the ground, and kicked it gently, and the ball of paper passed through the gap in the fence and entered the cell No. 2.

Prisoner No. 2 was stunned for a moment, and kicked the paper ball back with a slow kick. An Feng immediately kicked it back. The kick was too strong and went straight through the fence and entered the cell No. 1. Prisoner No. 1's eyes shining. He looked at the paper ball under his feet, then looked at the cell No. 3 again, and a bright light flashed in his eyes.

It has been confirmed that Prisoner No. 3 is definitely a senior agent and is good at shooting and assassination.

The small piece of paper is not under force. To kick the piece of paper seven meters away, it requires an extreme force and extreme skill. An Feng's kick passed through two iron fences and entered the cell No. 1, which is actually a hidden reminder of No. 1 - he has the ability to kill the guards here in seconds, even if he is bare-handed at this moment.

Prisoner No. 1 moved slightly and kicked the paper ball out with a light kick. Prisoner No. 2 became a transit station. He quickly kicked the paper ball to An Feng. When An Feng kicked back, his strength was a little stronger. The paper ball hit the iron pillar between the cell No. 2 and cell No. 1 through the fence, and then rebounded back to cell No. 2.

Without any hint, Prisoner No. 1 immediately made a cooperation move. He walked to the iron fence between the two cells, reached into the cell No. 2, and shouted slowly, "Kick here..."

The Italian prisoner's football skills are not very good. He kicked this small paper ball twice before kicking it in front of the iron fence. Prisoner No. 1 hugged Prisoner No. 2's shoulders through the iron fence, and made a scramble at his feet.

Prisoner No. 2 realized that the other party was simulating a scramble. He smiled and pushed Prisoner No. 1 with his shoulder, stretched out his right foot, and fought with Prisoner No. 1's left foot... Suddenly, Prisoner No. 2 was stunned, and was pulled over by Prisoner No. 1 and fell into a coma by Prisoner No. 1. In the moment, Prisoner No. 1 suddenly pressed Prisoner No. 2's carotid artery, causing the other party to fall into a coma due to hypoxia in his brain.

After the other party's body was placed, Prisoner No. 1 said quickly: "We have three minutes at most, tell me about your identity?"

An Feng shook his head: "You'd better tell me first."

Prisoner No. 1 quickly answered: "I can't say it, even if you are here to rescue me, I can't say it."

An Feng nodded: "Well, I can't tell you either, and I can't tell you my purpose, nor can I tell you my true identity..."

Prisoner No. 1 immediately replied: "But we can cooperate with each other."

At this moment, footsteps came from outside the corridor. This time, two footsteps came. Number One turned its head and looked at Prisoner No. 2. He patted the other person on the face and shouted, "What's wrong with you? Wake up."

Prisoner No. 2 woke up shakingly. He looked at the paper ball under his feet and said in frustration: "It seems that I have too little exercise. My heart suddenly can't stand it and there is brain deficiency."

As soon as he finished speaking, the iron door of the wing room clattered, and a guardian appeared outside the door, with the middle-aged aunt Nadanmu.

The two looked at the three prisoners in the room. Prisoner No. 1 turned around and returned to his bed, and returned to his dullness. Prisoner No. 2 and An Feng looked at each other. No. 2 turned his foot and kicked the paper ball into An Feng's cell, completely ignoring the new guard.

The child was still young and energetic. Seeing that he was not respected, he pulled the bolt in anger and scolded An Feng and the No. 2 prisoner... Who would pay attention to his rebuke? An Feng raised his toes and the small ball of paper passed through the iron fence and entered the No. 2 prison cell.

The child felt that he was losing face. He walked over angrily and was about to poke prisoner No. 2 with the barrel, but Nadanmu immediately grabbed the child's shoulder. She shouted in the direction of cell No. 3: "No. 3, someone wants to see you, please extend your hand out of the fence."

The two active people in the cell stopped moving, and Nadanmu quickly added: "No. 3, resistance is useless, you should know how to do it."

The soldier manual does not require the captured soldiers to resist to the end. On the contrary, the manual reminds the soldiers to try their best to cooperate with the other party's request, and repeatedly emphasizes that in life-threatening situations, any behavior of the captured soldiers is worthy of forgiveness, such as being forced to make anti-American remarks, anti-presidential remarks on TV, etc.

Life is supreme, and there is no need to lose life for quarrels.

An Feng obediently walked to the iron fence and handed his hands out. Nadanmu then took out a pair of handcuffs and handcuffed An Feng's hands.

The cell door opened, and Nadanmu handed over another black head hood. An Feng raised his handcuffed hands and signaled. Nadanmu made a squat down gesture. An Feng bowed slightly, and the other party immediately put the head hood on An Feng's head.

The world around him turned dark, but there was a super visual feeling, An Feng still saw the outside world very clearly. But he still had to stumble, and was escorted by the child and Nadanmu, walked out of the cell, out of the imprisoned courtyard, and came to the outside street.

Prisoner No. 2 said that the outside is correct, and the architectural layout outside the street is no different from his description: two long bungalows form a courtyard, outside the courtyard there is a large stone door similar to the Shiku Gate, and countless similar Shiku Gate forms an open street, and there are still large doors at the beginning and end of the street. Once an accident occurs, the two large doors are closed, and here it becomes a fortress fortifications with layers of defense...

The child and Nadanmu did not escort An Feng out of Shikumen. Nadanmu held An Feng's hand and walked towards a house opposite. The child kept poking An Feng with the barrel behind him. His force was very strong, as if he was venting his anger that was disrespected just now.

The gate of the courtyard that needed to enter was open, and there were twelve or three gunmen in the courtyard. Most gunmen stood in the yard, and a small group of people squatting on the ground in circles, discussing what. Occasionally, these people made loud and strange roars, which sounded very harsh - of course, An Feng should not see these scenes, he could only hear the sounds outside.

The building of this courtyard is H-shaped, with a tall main house made of food in the center. On both sides of the main house are wing rooms. An Feng was led to the door of the main house by Nadanmu's soft little hands. At this time, a person walked out of the main house and pointed to the room on the left. Nadanmu then led An Feng and turned around and entered the side room.

Peshawar is located in the mountainous area. It is very cold at night in the mountains, so the walls of local buildings are very thick. The doors of the wing room have two fronts and backs, and there are no windows on the walls, so the room is completely dark.

The child did not follow the door into the wing room. He came over alone in the yard and helped Nadanmu open the iron door outside the wing room. When Nadanmu held An Feng's hand into the outer door, the doorkeeper quickly closed the outer door and carefully locked the outer door.

Immediately afterwards, the inner door opened, and both doors were embedded on the wall - the wall was one meter or two wide, and the door was very thick. After Nadanmu led An Feng into the house, when the gate was closed, the noise in the courtyard could hardly be heard at all, and the room was absolutely silent.

This is an interrogation room, nine meters long and eight meters wide. In the center of the room is a simple table with a fishing lamp on it. Opposite the table is a chair, and the armrests of the chair and the legs of the chair are fixed with belts.

There were two strong men in the interrogation room, almost two meters tall. The two strong men pressed An Feng's shoulders and tied An Feng's limbs to the chair. Then one strong man walked to the back of the chair and pressed An Feng's shoulder with both hands. The other strong man walked to the opposite side of the table, tweaked the desk lamp with his hands, and hit the light on An Feng's face.

Everything was ready, Nadanmu sat down on the side of the table. The strong man behind the chair reached out and opened An Feng's hood. An Feng's eyes were suddenly white. He narrowed his eyes to avoid the oncoming lights. At this time, he found that there was a large mirror on the wall opposite, and there was a corner door on the side... Oh, that mirror should be a single reflector, and someone on the opposite side should be observing him at this moment.

No one spoke outside the light column. Such a quiet situation remained for three minutes. The corner door rang slightly. Karimael came over calmly. He sat down opposite the table and spoke calmly: "I don't like torture and confession, but I really can't afford it. I don't have much time.

Tsk tsk tsk tsk, I should have met you in a month, and after you spend a month to fully experience your life as a prisoner, you will become easier to communicate. But I suddenly thought that you were living in an underground missile well, and your original work was boring and lonely, so you may be very adapted to imprisonment... Of course, this imprisonment, your belief was shattered - you already know: Miss Upton is our person.

It may take me a long time to calm you down, but…I really don’t have much time.”

Karimael snapped his fingers, and the strong man opposite the table bowed and a square suitcase was placed on the table. The suitcase was not big, about the same as the usual cash box.

Karimael took a bunch of keys from his neck. He jumped up with a clang in the key box, revealing a device similar to a military computer. Below is the keyboard and three knobs, three key holes, and a thick computer screen.

Karimael pulled out a key from his neck again and inserted the key into one of the keyholes in the box. After he twisted the key, the military computer seemed to be powered up. Karimael stretched out his slender fingers, entered three keys, and then twisted the knob of the first keyhole. The computer screen above lit up, but only one sign appeared on the screen.

In the aftermath of the desk lamp, Karimael turned the box in a direction, pointed the computer screen at An Feng, and then knocked on the desktop, and said calmly: "Major Volkin, you should be familiar with this thing... Yes, this thing was lost from the center of Ukrainian strategic missiles. It is a masterpiece of the Cold War period - a suitcase nuclear bomb."

An Feng sighed softly: "There will be no second and third passwords. This thing... When the country collapsed, the military was in chaos. The person in charge of the second and third passwords must have retired now. Perhaps he became a businessman and went abroad. At that time, no one remembered his duties, and they might have forgotten the existence of this thing-or else, such an important thing would not have disappeared silently."

Karimael nodded and agreed: "Yes, the person who kept this box only knew the first password, and he didn't even know who was in charge of the next password. At that time, he sold the box to me, and the offer was not high. I bought it, but found that it was a waste. I didn't even know who to pay for it so that I could buy the remaining password."

An Feng immediately added: "The first password is very simple, with only three numbers - this is to facilitate people carrying the box to open it quickly."

Karimael's upper body suddenly leaned towards An Feng, his voice a little excited: "Fortunately, I have you now. I heard that you are the one who compiled this password program. Tell me how to untie the other passwords."

An Feng closed his mouth, his face silent and solemn.
Chapter completed!