Border mountain forest.
Tiantai Pharmaceutical rcenary camp.
The black woods towered, and the withered yellow weeds stubbornly clung to the dry, hard yellow clay soil; after winter began, even the chirping of insects could be heard no more.
Four optic-camouflage tents were spaced fifty ters apart, cleverly arranged in a defensive formation, their camouflage material constantly adjusting its colors to blend with the changing light and shadows of the surroundings, much like a chaleon.
Several kiloters outside the camp, nurous ankle-high laser fences had been set up, which would imdiately trigger an alarm on a portable terminal if anyone stepped in.
Four snipers were lurking in the trees on guard, while two rcenaries were boiling water on a smokeless stove inside the camp.
One of them said as bubbles plumped in the heat-resistant folding water bag, "The water’s boiled, bring it in."
Thus, each grabbing a corner of the folding water bag, they walked into the smallest tent in the camp.
Inside the tent, Li Songyan sat shirtless on a chair, his wrists and ankles tied to the chair legs and armrests. His face was swollen from being beaten, the plaster bandage on his injured leg had been smashed and removed by these rcenaries, and the stitching had been picked open with a dagger. His toes turned black and purple, and the wounds cracked open.
Li Songyan’s abdon was bruised and swollen, and his chest had been slashed a few tis; holes had been drilled into his thigh by a hand drill. He closed his eyes, awaiting his death.
Three days ago, several white n had burst into his hospital room, knocked him out, and forcibly taken him from the hospital. After asking so inexplicable questions, a day ago, they had handed him over to this group of Tiantai Pharmaceutical rcenaries.
Fortunately, the incriminating evidence against Tiantai Pharmaceutical that he possessed was not on him, so since last night, these people had been continuously torturing him, asking about its whereabouts.
Li Songyan had been trained and, during the interrogation, realized that the rcenaries’ purpose was not initially him. However, he did not understand what their ultimate mission was.
Feeling his days were numbered, Li Songyan only hoped that Wei Tianyang would find the hidden evidence. Once he exceeded the ti limit for regular contact, the United Council Army would naturally send soone else to investigate in Chicken Snake Country.
After that... it was not his concern anymore...
"Water?" asked the rcenary leader.
Two rcenaries brought the water bag to Li Songyan’s side.
"Good, where’s the hose?" the leader then looked to the other side.
The black rcenary handed over the hose that had already been prepared.
The leader took the hose, walked to Li Songyan’s right side, and stomped fiercely on his upper stomach.
Li Songyan looked up and grunted.
"Don’t waste my ti! Quickly tell where you’ve hidden the list!" the leader shouted angrily.
"Cough, cough... damn... it hurts so much... I can’t bear it anymore... I’ll tell you..." Li Songyan murmured dizzily.
"And here I thought you were tough. Finally can’t take it anymore? Tell , quick," the leader said.
"Co down a bit... I don’t have the strength to speak loudly..." Li Songyan said.
The leader then bent down, bringing his ear close to Li Songyan’s mouth.
"I... hid the list... in a very mysterious place... It’s dark, deep, and it stinks..." Li Songyan said.
"You hid it in a toilet, did you? Did you take any waterproofing asures?" the leader asked worriedly.
"I hid it... in your asshole... go back... and give yourself an enema... then you can poop it out..." Li Songyan chuckled.
The leader stood up, he laughed, then punched Li Songyan’s stomach viciously several tis.
Li Songyan felt as if all his internal organs were about to explode, but he could only dry heave in agony. He had vomited all the food in his stomach the night before, and now all he could vomit was a bit of gastric acid, sour in his mouth.
"We’re all soldiers, I advise you to be smart. How much money do you make a month? Why risk your life?" the leader asked.
"I’m not the sa as you guys..." Li Songyan said.
"We all have two arms, two legs, a nose, and a pair of eyes, so how are we not the sa kind of people? See this?" the rcenary leader said, swirling a hose in front of his eyes.
"This torture, I learned it from the Sethiyan. You shove this tube down your throat, all the way into your stomach, and then pour boiling water into it. Guess what happens next?" the rcenary leader laughed.
Li Songyan was stunned as he looked at the bags filled with boiling water in the hands of the two rcenaries and then at the hose...
The very thought of boiling water being poured directly into his stomach sent chills throughout his body and made his head spin.
"It’s said they invented this extre punishnt specifically to deal with heroes filled with faith and a sense of justice. You wouldn’t happen to be one of those tough guys, would you?" the rcenary leader asked with a smile.
Ideas churned through Li Songyan’s mind, and for the first ti, he began to waver...
Seeing that Li Songyan remained silent, the leader pressed on, "Have you thought it through? Where is the list?"
Li Songyan sighed deeply, his eyes brimming with tears, his mind went blank.
Justice?
Justice...
He had thought he was ready to face death, he thought he had the resolve, he thought he could be a hero...
He had survived punches, kicks, bullets, knives, and drills.
But a two-ter-long hose and two liters of boiling water defeated him...
I’m sorry... I can’t endure this... I’m scared... I surrender...
Seeing the state Li Songyan was in, the rcenary leader knew he had succeeded.
"So, will you talk or not?" he demanded, grabbing Li Songyan’s hair and pulling his head back.
"I... I will tell you..." Li Songyan spoke helplessly.
"If you lie to , I’ll shove this tube right up your rear end!" the rcenary leader laughed.
"I... I hid the list..." Li Songyan began to speak slowly.
Twelve kiloters away.
Yaha, with her ponytail and wearing a dry-land camouflage coat, holding a bolt-action sniper rifle, led her team, stealthily moving through the woods.
Starbucks and Kacha were on her flanks, spaced about 50 ters apart.
Behind them, there were four more rookies, maintaining a distance of 150 ters from Yaha’s formation, communicating with each other through headsets.
"I sll it— the scent of blood... the sll of solid fuel from a smokeless furnace... and... a hint of urine?" remarked a teammate through the headset.
"The sll of urine?" Kacha asked.
"Not sure... my sense of sll isn’t flawless," replied the teammate.
"Ishmael has that ability too," Starbucks chuckled.
"Ishmael has many abilities... I wonder if he is even a rookie," Kacha responded.
"If he were here, it would save us a lot of trouble," Starbucks agreed.
"If we can’t handle our stuff, he has no reason to stay here," Yaha interrupted their conversation.
It’s ti to prove yourself.
Yaha recalled Moby Dick’s ssage.
She would prove it, her skills were not only for healing but also for killing...
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