Osama only has a general idea of ​​dirty bombs, but the specific manufacturing needs to be based on the nuclear expert. Although Pakistan also has nuclear experts, this matter cannot be related to Pakistan, and it has to be dragged into the water.

The nuclear expert had woken up, and the pain in his arm began to gradually stimulate his nerves, and he couldn't help but get up. At the same time, his eyes slowly opened, and the vicious militant appeared in front of him again.

"What do you want to do to me?" asked the nuclear expert Osama.

"I want you to design a dirty bomb for us," Osama said. "We need a model, how to place the nuclear raw materials, how much is needed, how much explosives are needed, and what shape is needed to achieve the maximum effect."

"That's impossible," said the nuclear expert: "unless you kill me."

"Of course we won't kill you." Osama smiled on her face: "We will only help you, come and give him another injection to relieve his pain!"

After saying that, Osama stood up, and a soldier next to him took out a needle tube from the medicine box and walked towards the nuclear expert.

Suddenly, the nuclear expert trembled. He had guessed something. What the other party injected him into something that could be addictive! A little addiction would be completely controlled by the other party!

His body shrank back hard, but then he was grabbed by a pair of huge palms. The other party's needle was stabbed on his arm. The moment the needle was pierced, he felt a sense of pleasure, and the wound was not as comfortable as it hurt. He closed his eyes and seemed to have begun to wander in the clouds, floating lightly.

Only in the depths of his heart did he feel something was wrong. The thing he had just injected himself was definitely not just used to help him relieve pain. This kind of thing would definitely be addictive!

When all the feelings faded, even though he did nothing, he still felt a burst of exhaustion.

Outside, the sky gradually became brighter.

He was retired to the back seat of the motorcycle, and the nuclear expert was a little depressed.

"It seems that I slept well yesterday." Osama said, "Give him another shot. I'll get two shots this time!"

The nuclear expert had fear in his eyes and watched the other party inject two injections into his arms. Then, the pupils of his eyes began to change. Another wonderful scene appeared in front of him.

"It works well," Osama said, "Let's go."

"Mr. Ben, the information from Hyderabad has come. The Indian government has not compromised us, but has increased the momentum of attack. The vanguard troops have entered the city and are fighting for us one by one." Binderlandwale said to Osama.

"The Indian government is a group of brainless guys. They are testing our bottom line to see if we dare to do this." Osama said: "We must let them know. It is because of their naivety that so many innocent civilians have died."

The motorcycle convoy continued to drive in the wilderness, and their goal was Kolkata, the second largest city in India!

Halfway through, the nuclear expert was injected twice, and almost his body remained in an excited state. Judging from his appearance, he knew that he must have been trapped in another world, that world is paradise.

When night fell again, the motorcycle convoy finally arrived at the outskirts of Kolkata, a small city called Howrah, in an abandoned factory outside the city. They rested again.

"How do you feel?" Osama felt very accomplished when he put down the nuclear expert and watched the other party tremble.

"You all deserve to go to hell!" The nuclear expert said viciously to Osama and others.

"Yes, we should all go to hell, so should you go to heaven?" Osama said: "What you are engaged in is a profession of going to hell! You are using nuclear weapons. You will let more people die!"

"No, I'm doing this for India's future!" said the nuclear expert: "India is a big country and must have nuclear weapons to deter surrounding countries."

As he was talking, his body suddenly trembled and felt that every muscle and every cell were longing for something.

"Quick, give me another shot." The nuclear expert said to Osama.

Everyone has different resistance to this injection. Some people have to be repeatedly injected for one month before they become dependent, that is, addicted. The guy in front of him has obviously the worst physical condition. After only two days of taking the high-dose eight injections, he became addicted.

This feeling makes people unable to survive and die, making it even more painful.

Osama looked at the guy in front of him, slowly twitched and fell to the ground, and then rolled around, knowing that he had successfully controlled the guy.

Death can relieve the problem, but the will to survive will make most people not choose to die. If they do not die, they will have to be merciless.

"It's fine to ask me to give you a shot, but you have to help us make dirty bombs," Osama said.

"This is impossible," said the nuclear expert.

"Then you keep enjoying this feeling," Osama said. "We have many ways to give you a try."

The eyes seemed to be protruding from the sockets, and the whole body was no longer controlled by the brain, and was spontaneously performing low-level nerve reflexes. This feeling seemed like falling into a cold hell.

"How is it? Agree?" asked Osama.

"No...may..." The nuclear expert was still insisting.

"Okay." Osama said, "Then nail him a few more drills." Osama said.

A soldier skillfully opened his equipment and exposed a metal brazing rod. This brazing rod can be used to grill it with lamb kebabs or to insert other meats.

For example, now, the twitching nuclear expert looked at the two big men pressing one of his legs, and then the pointed drill was about to be inserted into his toes, and he knew what the other party wanted to do.

"You can't feel the pain now, maybe you will enjoy it very much." Osama said to the other party happily.

Now, his nerves were in a disordered state and he could not feel the pain below for the time being. However, the strong visual touch made his heart completely scared. The other party was a devil, a devil coming out of hell!

"Okay, I agree." He finally surrendered as he looked at the drill, about to be inserted into his toes.

"Give him an injection first," Osama said.

The injection was injected into his arms again, and his twitching body finally relaxed. The expression on his face began to gradually become enjoyable, his eyes were dissipated, and he obviously entered another world.

After this feeling passed, I had no strength at all, and my mind hurt like an explosion. In my mind, I seemed to remember what happened at that time in a vague way.

I was already sitting in a chair, a closed room with only a desk lamp, with a dim light, and behind the desk lamp, another person sat.

"Sir, please tell me how we should build dirty bombs." The man's cold voice came.

Suddenly, the nuclear expert's body trembled. He finally remembered that he promised the other party to create a dirty bullet!

No, even if you die, you can't help them! When that feeling passed, he now took over his mind again.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about." said the nuclear expert.

"Don't know?" The other party listened to the nuclear expert's words and continued to say coldly: "What you promised us should do. Three hours ago, you promised us to help us make dirty bombs, and now you have to regret it again? You should know that you have no way to go back now. As an Indian nuclear expert, you have helped us, obtained Indian nuclear raw materials, and promised to help us make dirty bombs, and now you have to regret it again?"

"When did I help you?" The nuclear experts were even more shocked.

"Without your help, how could we know the route to transport nuclear raw materials? If we don't know the route, how could we be ambushed there in advance? The escorts are dead, and you are the only one left. Do you still want to argue?" the other party continued.

The core expert's heart sank. He knew that he had been cheated by the other party and was completely cheated!

"Your family in New Delhi has been controlled by the Indian government. We speculate that they are likely to be luring you to take the bait." The other party continued: "Fortunately, our people rushed forward and rescued your six-year-old son, otherwise, he might have been harmed by the Indian government."

The youngest son of six years old! This nuclear expert has six children, five daughters and one son! In India, daughters are not worth a lot.

Now, I heard that my youngest son was rescued by the other party, but in fact he was controlled by the other party and treated as a hostage. The nuclear expert knew that he was afraid he had no way to go.

"How did you do him?" asked the nuclear expert.

"We have protected him." The other party continued: "Now, it depends on how well you cooperate."

"I don't know how to make dirty bombs." said the nuclear expert: "I am a nuclear expert, but I am just a researcher, not a dirty bomb."

"It seems you still don't believe us." The other party said, "Does we have to send you your youngest son's hands so that you can trust us to protect him? Dr. Thal? Dr. Baba's assistant?"

In the past two days, while taking this nuclear expert, Osama was not idle either. He sent the guy's appearance back to Pakistan. Then, he found out the guy's identity through the intelligence agency. He actually was a big fish that escaped by chance in Mumbai, Dr. Baba's assistant! (To be continued.)

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Chapter completed!