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Chapter 1128 Cold Punishment

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    Lin Rui and others walked out of the Secret Intelligence Service headquarters, and Yelena drove the car to the side of the road quickly.  Several people pushed Raman into the car and sped away.

    "Finally escaped. Where are we going next? Do you want to arrange for me to leave the UK?" Raman said with a sigh of relief.

    "Keep quiet." Tang Kun said coldly.

    Lin Rui turned to Yelena and said, "Report the situation."

    "Our car parked at the door, so it will definitely be tracked. There is already another car waiting at the corner of the next block. We have to rush there to transfer. According to Cobain's calculations, this will help us win more  At least thirty minutes." Yelena said solemnly, "Then we drive to a scrap car disposal yard in the suburbs, where someone will help us dispose of the car."

    "There are also our people there?" Lin Rui frowned.

    "Cobain arranged it. With the dedicated satellite network, his team can collaborate in batches and complete many things at the same time. Through a lot of coordination, the entire operation is seamlessly connected into a whole, and everything is arranged for us." Yelena Shen  vocal channel.

    They quickly completed the transfer and then quickly drove the replaced car to a scrap car treatment plant.  After the car drove in, several staff members opened a garage door, let Lin Rui and others in, and then closed the door.

    The engine of the car they had transferred to was immediately dismantled, and the car body was crushed into scrap metal.  To cut off the British Secret Intelligence Service's trail, they had to be very thorough and remove all traces of their actions.

    Lin Rui and others walked into the garage.  Raman seemed a little uneasy and asked, "What is this place?"

    "Relax Raman." Lin Rui shrugged, "I am not the Red Baron, and we are not members of the secret society."

    Raman was suddenly startled, took a step back and reached out to touch his lower back.  But Crazy Horse sneered and put a pistol on the table, "Is this what you're looking for?"

    "Youyou" Raman backed away in fear.

    "Don't be nervous, Mr. Raman. The gun is right here. Do you have the courage to pick it up? But I can tell you the truth, you probably don't want to do this. Because if you pick up this gun, you are  To confront. To be honest, that would be equivalent to giving up your own life." Lin Rui shrugged, "Or, we can use another way to talk to each other and get what we need."

    "Who are you and what do you want to know?" Raman hesitated for a long time, but still didn't have the courage to get the gun.  Because the tall Indian standing next to the table was staring at him, his eyes as sharp as an eagle.

    "We are a group of people who can get you out of the Intelligence Bureau, and of course we can also hand you back to them. Do you know how they will treat renegade agents? They will find ways to pry your mouth open. And once the secret society knows this  A little, and you will die an ugly death. So if I were you, just cooperate with us obediently. Maybe you can save a life." Tang Kun said coldly.

    "We need to know information about the secret society. Have you arrested anyone recently? For example, him." Lin Rui took out a photo of Jiang An and placed it on the table.

    Raman shook his head and said, "I don't know what you are talking about."

    "We are mercenaries. And we don't have many rules, which is not a good thing for people like you." Lin Rui waved his hand, "Crazy Horse, give him a taste, as long as you don't kill him."

    Crazy Horse stretched out his hand and pulled Raman to a chair aside, then cuffed him with nylon handcuffs.

    "You, what do you want to do? You won't tell me even if you beat me to death," Raman said angrily.

    "It's a pity that some things in this world will make you more uncomfortable than death." Tang Kun walked over and picked up a towel for wiping the car, and then covered Raman's face.  The other hand took the water pipe Crazy Horse handed him and kept pouring water on the towel on Laman's face.

    Crazy Horse immobilized Raman and prevented him from struggling.

    A towel and a bottle of water are so simple that they can be taken anytime and anywhere. They are really a must-have tool for traveling at home, killing killers, and extracting confessions through torture.  This seems to be a very simple "water torture", but it is surprisingly efficient. About 80% of people who have enjoyed this kind of "water torture" will speak up, or about 80% of them will.  Give in and let whatever they say will do the trick.

    Raman was trapped in the heavy darkness, with a towel covering his face making it difficult for him to breathe.  He waited for a moment until he suddenly felt water slowly rising up his nose.  He held his breath for a moment, then had to exhale and inhale again.

    Breathing in, the wet cloth of the towel stuck to his nostrils, like a huge wet claw suddenly grabbing his face tightly.  He didn't know whether he was breathing out or breathing in. HeNot just flooded, but flooded by fear.

    Only those who have personally experienced waterboarding will understand that this method of torture, which does not involve direct strikes at all, is more cruel than many forms of torture.

    Lin Rui stood up, patted Yelena who looked a little unbearable, and whispered, "Give them a few minutes." Then they walked outside and waited.

    Lin Rui doesn¡¯t like this cruel method of interrogation, but they don¡¯t have time now.  Shogan has been missing for the fourth day. If he wants to find him, he must let this man speak.

    Lin Rui stood outside the door and lit a cigarette, waiting in silence.

    Yelena frowned and said, "Isn't this too cruel? Do you think he will know about Jiang An?"

    "Whether he knows or not, I need an answer, not silence." Lin Rui slowly blew out a puff of smoke, "We are pressed for time, and we must understand that if Jiang'an really falls into the hands of the secret society, then  The pain he endured may not be less than this person¡¯s.¡±

    Yelena was silent.

    Lin Rui hasn¡¯t finished smoking one of his cigarettes, and the results are already inside.  Tang Kun walked out of the room.

    "How is the situation?" Lin Rui frowned.

    "No matter how tough a person is, he can't last more than a few minutes. When the mastermind of the 9/11 incident was waterboarded, he endured it for two minutes before succumbing. This already left a deep impression on the interrogator." Tang Kun said slowly,  "Let's go and listen to what he has to say."

    When Lin Rui and others entered the room, the towel on Raman's face had been taken off. His face had turned red and he was breathing rapidly, "God, don't come here again. I said it. I said it all."

    Lin Rui nodded, "Have you seen that person?"

    "I haven't seen it, but I know about it. We did capture a mercenary a few days ago, but I don't know if he is your companion." Raman gasped, "This matter has nothing to do with me.  I'm just responsible for getting some information, not targeting anyone."

    Crazy Horse grabbed his hair and said in a deep voice, "Where is he now? Where is he being held?"

    "I don't know this, I really don't know" Raman looked desperately at the soaked towel in Tang Kun's hand, closing his eyes and said, "But I know a place, which is the main hiding place of the secret society members nearby.  .It's safe there, but the wind has been so tight lately that they have nowhere else to hide."

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