"I said!!!"

In the interrogation room, Josh suddenly burst out with anger. The pain in the roar was more than twice as great as anger. At this moment, half of his body was stained with blood.

In the room without light, I stood beside Josh on the weekend. The scalpel in my hand continued to gather blood into drops of blood in the darkness, and finally fell vertically from the blade. In that second, the spotless leather shoes on my feet were stepped on in a pool of blood. The blood was half gone, but under the visibility of this room, I still couldn't see anything.

Josh was so miserable. The muscles of the upper arm of one arm were removed one by one, and the wound was already deep and bones could be seen... No, to be precise, if the lights were turned on now, the bones stained with blood in the wound would be shocking.

Too cruel!

I didn't plan to change the place on the weekend, so I carried a scalpel and cut it piece by piece on Josh's wound. If the light was stronger, the scratches would be seen directly on the bones.

He broke his promise and did not directly cut off Josh. Instead, he vented his anger and scraped his bones to cure the poison.

"Tell me."

After spitting out this word coldly on the weekend, he gently shook the scalpel on his hand. At this critical moment, no one could have thought that he had released his inner beast, and what he thought in his mind was, "Josh was cut again when he endured the wound... What level should this pain belong to?"

Josh gasped heavily, his face pale and he must respond with an extremely weak feeling: "Doctor, I need a professional doctor to stop bleeding and prevent inflammation, otherwise I can't hold on for a while."

"Of course I know." The weekend didn't agree with his proposal: "I also know that as long as the doctor comes in, with their professional ethics, he will probably send you to the hospital immediately. After the operation, you will experience a few hours of surgery. After the operation, I'm afraid it will be a coma again. Josh, I don't have time to wait for you. You have only two choices, either, honestly say everything you know, or wait for death."

Josh swallowed hard: "Water."

"No."

I didn't feel any guilt at all on the weekend and gave a cruel answer.

Josh no longer had the strength to express his anger, and he fell into silence after giving up.

However, at this time, I didn't care about the weekend and reached out to help Josh's shoulder...

"No one wants to harm you!!!!"

Josh suddenly shouted, as if he had formed a mental reflex. The formation of this mental reflex was very cruel and was completely caused by pain stimulation. The pet trainer would also give rewards after the dolphin was fully designated. However, in this house, he only prayed not to be hurt.

call……

call……

He began to breathe again, as if he could feel the sixth pint of blood on his body being about to dry out every second, and even a feeling of "it's better to die" as long as he could keep the Eastern demon in front of him away from him.

"No one, no one wants to harm you..."

Josh breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly: "The establishment of the Homeland Security Bureau has put the CIA in a very embarrassing position. Not only the CIA, but also the anti-black and anti-drug departments of the police station are in a very embarrassing position. There will always be some overlap in the cases they handle."

Josh stopped again, as if he had to go through a long rest before he could speak again.

"Don't hurry, say it slowly." He walked back to Josh's opposite over the weekend and sat down slowly: "Anyway, you know what the result is to pause for too long. By the way, do you know that pain can be addictive, such as spicy not taste but pain, and for example, people who like tattoos again and again."

This is too immoral. A guy who brought pain to others actually told Josh that pain would be addicted to pain, and said so... If he doesn't take it seriously, he seems to have no mercy at all, at least he has no mercy for anything other than his family.

Josh could not express his emotions, closed his eyes and tried to breathe in a weak voice: "The DHS has lost its original position. For them, if they want to prove their value, they can only make a fuss about intelligence, such as counter-terrorism and investigating terrorist spies. They even have to interfere in disputes between various parties. They use the inertia of the CIA to dominate the United States and slap I in the face at the beginning of its establishment. More than once, when the CIA's No. 1 wave of Ss rushed to the president's office and Congress with intelligence, they were scolded because they were only a little faster than us and made those intelligence become expired information."

"So you want to retaliate against the Homeland Security Agency?"

He asked calmly on the weekend.

"It's not retaliation, it's control. No one wants to retaliate against the Homeland Security Agency. The case of British sniper entry and military-standard weapons outflow was led to a mess in the Homeland Security Agency. Before that, the CIA had already found out everything. However, we cannot directly touch this case. Isia's identity makes our appearance a provocation at any time. The frequent activities of terrorist organizations have made the Homeland Security Agency more and more important, while our agents can only be sent to places like Iraq and Afghanistan. When the world loses the war, Isia begins to become a little old and deteriorating, while the Homeland Security Agency is in its prime."

He sneered over the weekend: "So, you think of me?"

"Yes, my contact with you made me clearly know that you are the most suitable candidate to investigate this incident. Your presence left the Homeland Security Bureau helpless." Josh was almost dying, but he still said: "Zhou, do you still remember what the attitudes of the military leaders who obviously didn't want you to participate in this case when you entered the military camp? They are cooperating with you, and they are trying their best to make you prove their innocence."

"This is what I said about helplessness, and it is also your ability."

"Originally, this incident would be very smooth because Yoda killed the agents of the Homeland Security Agency by chance!"

Joshi opened his eyes slightly. When he said this, a gloomy splendor flashed at the corners of his eyes!

"The normal procedure should be that you hand over the things to me, and I will directly solve the case. Using these things to completely control several generals of the coastal border defense force, so that through their connections, the CIA can fully grasp the dynamics of the DHS. But you, you, weekends! Why do you betray me? What about our agreement?"

Josh was a little excited at the last moment. He couldn't figure out why he suddenly hid things on the weekend.

"Idiot, this is not betrayal at all." The weekend replied calmly: "When you brought people to the villa to find me, I didn't have those things at all. In the situation at that time, would you believe me if I told you that I didn't have those things but had traded with you?"

"Don't believe it." How could Josh believe the weekend's words: "I don't believe it now."

The weekend didn't want to explain: "On the contrary, Josh, you're too proud of yourself. If I gave you something that day, would you let me live?"

Josh didn't answer, but that's the answer.

I knew very well on the weekend that day, if I could take out those things, I would probably die in the hands of Josh and others in the next second!

Josh would never let others live with this secret, nor would anyone have the opportunity to say all this before they are out. In the United States, is there little trouble for his own people to cheat the organization? Does anyone still remember how Saddam died of "cancer"?
Chapter completed!