Twelve hours later, in the interrogation room of the Homeland Security Bureau, Josh sat here in a suit. He was not nervous at all. In the environment where there was only one desk lamp in the whole room, he tidied up his suit with great interest, and from time to time, he took a look at the arrangements around him.

Opposite Josh, Stacy was crossing his legs and looking at him relaxedly. The two of them started the interrogation like a chat.

"Hey, do you, known as the 'hardest agent in the CIA, have you... Well, what should I say, it's the feeling of trembling immediately as soon as you enter the interrogation room? After all, everyone will challenge you as a nickname, you are the one who has been the longest in the CIA's 'counter-in-command confession training'."

Josh first smiled when he answered the question in front of Stacey: "What do you want me to say?"

"Why do you investigate the 'military standard weapon outflow case'?"

Stacey did not expect what would happen to this problem, so she did not stare at Josh, but lowered her head and dimmed the light of the desk lamp to another tone.

despair.

The sound of a button sounded, and Josh leaned on his chair: "Ten Homeland Security vehicles surrounded the dilapidated factory, and a large number of agents with live ammunition pointed guns at my head. Then, are you just asking this?"

Josh was right. An hour ago, a large number of Homeland Security vehicles broke out from the wilderness. After getting off the car, the fully armed agents took Josh's weapons as fast as possible. Stacey said only one sentence under the circumstances at that time: "This is Monroe's invitation, inviting you to date her."

Of course, Josh also remembered his answer: "Monroe is a good woman, and even her man won't have a good ending."

So, after more than half an hour's drive, Josh was taken here by the Homeland Security Bureau car.

After hearing Josh's words, Stacey raised her head, looked at the other party under the faint light of the desk lamp and said, "You are right."

"Okay, then, when torture is going to be carried out later, please be more rude. I haven't moved my muscles for a long time." Josh didn't care at all.

"you!"

Stacey was so angry that she glared at Josh, but after a second, she returned to her original state of stability: "I promise your request."

"week!"

Stacey shouted outside the door, and then said to Josh again: "You know how to interrogate more than just in this world. Josh, do you think that letting your opponent show off in front of you is the greatest humiliation?"

"Adversary? You said he?" Josh never regarded the weekend as an opponent, never once.

Scream~

The sound of the door being pushed open came. At the door, Stacy walked in from the door. He stood up like a witch. When he was rubbing with the weekend, he turned his body, put his hands on the weekend's shoulders, and lay his lips in the weekend's ear and said, "I want to know everything, no matter what method you use, even if you bite him."

He didn't even look at Stacey on the weekend, staring at Josh and responded: "It's a coincidence, I also want to know why I was forced to this point."

"Give me a knife, a scalpel."

"no problem."

After saying that on the weekend, he walked into the room and sat in the seat where Stacy had just asked him. He did not repeat the questions that Stacy had asked: "Why? Josh, what wrong choice did I make you do to me like this?"

There was no angry expression on his face, and his lifeless face was like those men who had suffered a major blow in their careers. These people were not afraid of failure, but they just didn't understand why some guys who should have nothing to do with them suddenly drew their swords at each other.

Josh didn't answer at all and asked back, "What do you want to do for a scalpel?"

"Still me?" He smiled, his sneering expression as if he didn't feel the terror of the scalpel that penetrated his body. He could laugh at this time. Josh's brain nervous system is much stronger than that of ordinary people.

He shook his head on the weekend, calm and said in a calm manner that outsiders could not imagine: "I've cut you."

Generally speaking, in modern society, such words fall into the category of intimidation, and no one will really scrape anyone with a scalpel. But... the weekend looks like a joke no matter how you look, he is even more serious than the judge who sentences prisoners to death!

Josh sneered and said, "Slay?"

"I understand. This is a traditional punishment in the East. I cut off my flesh with one knife and a total of 360. Zhou, are you sure that you want to use this method to make me speak? Are you sure that when blood flows out along the mouth of the road and the flesh is divided under the blade, can you still control your nature and keep your inner frame tightly?"

The black man in a red suit walked in with a scalpel, handed the knife to the weekend, turned around and left, took the knife over the weekend, and still looked at Josh: "Since you threatened me with Yoda and my child, the guy sitting in front of you has no psychological framework. Have you forgotten? All this was your force, you forced me to become the dead now, and you have to hold the tiger skin of the Homeland Security Bureau for your life, and you have to deal with the abandonment at any time. It was you, who pulled out the spears inserted in the cage one by one, and let the beast regain its wildness. It was you, who opened the cage with his own hands and released it. Josh, now, have you seen my fangs?"

Josh shivered. He was not afraid of the punishments mentioned on the weekend. When he was afraid, he still chose to stand with the Homeland Security Bureau even though he knew that the matter would be abandoned by the Homeland Security Bureau after the incident was over. He had never seen this courage and the toughness that he gave up and did not succumb to the coercion of the CIA. What's more, how could this weak oriental man be so tough?

Over the weekend, he reached out to pinch the corner of the table and put his face under the light of the desk lamp. The purple-green face became clearer. The high-swelling wound was evidence of what he said, and this action was to allow Josh to clearly see the wounds.

Josh frowned slightly, and he felt that it seemed like he was going to be serious on the weekend.

Bang!

The table between them flew away on the weekend, and the table lamp was directly buckled under the tabletop. Suddenly, the whole room was dark.

The next second, I sat opposite Josh on the weekend and whispered: "There is one thing you may not know about the scabbard. It is 360 scabbards, but if the torturer is superb, he can make the prisoner live for three days and live in pain every day. Sorry, I am not a very skilled executioner, so before I came in, I asked the people from the Homeland Security Bureau to prepare a doctor for you. Do you still remember what I said? I will definitely not let you die!"

Bang.

There was another sound, and in the darkness, Josh felt that his hands seemed to be handcuffed on the armrest of the chair, and then, his feet.
Chapter completed!