The chaos caused by Sun Wukong finally ended.

Lin Fan, the gods of Great Xia and the senior officials left the Great Steel Wall, but the Great Steel Wall did not become quiet. On the contrary, more compatriots from Great Xia gathered towards the Great Steel Wall.

More people in Daxia turned on the TV and began to wait.

Because in two hours, it will be Daxia’s celebration ceremony!

the other side.

The free state, the underground refuge of wealth.

Mike stood expressionless on a large pool of blood, and the leather shoes under his feet were stained with donated blood.

In front of him, Paul was carefully cutting the thigh of the last thug.

Blood continued to flow out, and every time the knife fell, a piece of crystal-clear meat was picked out and placed on a plate aside.

The thug was hoarse from shouting, but his body still twitched every time the knife fell.

"vomit!"

In the air filled with the smell of blood, Paul seemed to be unable to bear it any longer and rushed out of the interrogation room. He had no time to take off his blood-stained gloves, pulled off his mask and vomited.

In just two hours, although he was only holding a brisk scalpel, it seemed like he had gone through hell!

That was a terrifying scene that he had never experienced on the battlefield!

Blood, minced meat, blood vessels, warm body, broken flesh, trembling pupils.

Slippery eyes, teeth, and soft nose.

Paul has also killed enemies on the battlefield, and he can pull the trigger without blinking, but for that kind of interrogation... there is nothing he can do, because he has the hands of General Mike.

"This is the third time." The consortium personnel in the interrogation room no longer dared to look at the surveillance video. They looked at Paul with pale faces and said with some sympathy: "Brother, you are really powerful. You have only vomited three times now."

"I only watched it for ten minutes and I vomited out yesterday's breakfast."

"As expected of General Mike, he is able to hold on until now."

"If it were me, I would probably go crazy."

"This rat guy is really tough-talking. If it were me, I would have done it a long time ago. If I had lasted until now, I would have gone crazy."

"Only General Mike can come up with this kind of interrogation... No, this is no longer an interrogation, but an autopsy..."

In the interrogation room, the bloody rat-man organization traitor was lying on the operating bed, as if his whole body had been passed through by a cutting machine, and blood was constantly flowing.

The nose is gone, leaving only two bloody holes with oxygen tubes inserted, only one eye is left, the ears are gone, and the mouth has no teeth.

His body was also covered with tubes, and the blood in the blood bag was continuously injected into his body to replenish the blood he had lost. The equipment pumped adrenaline to keep him awake. There was even an electrocardiogram attached to the chest that was almost opened for monitoring.

With his heartbeat.

This is Paul's two-hour masterpiece.

Paul took off his bloody gloves, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and was about to say something.

"Crack."

Mike walked out of the interrogation room. The moment he walked out, everyone shut their mouths and looked at him with incomparable respect and fear.

"Paul, come back and continue." Mike greeted Paul, and then said to the consortium members: "Send another three liters of blood, and the blood transfusion must keep up. Don't let this thug die."

"If the adrenaline is raised by one more unit, he cannot pass out from the pain."

"We still have a lot of time. I can slowly play with him for a few days and nights."

"By the way, have his wife, children, and parents been found?"

"Found it." said a consortium member.

Mike nodded: "Bring it in."

When a mother and son and a pair of old men walked into the interrogation room, the body that had been cut into pieces and unresponsive suddenly struggled violently, and for the first time, fear flowed from the only remaining eye: "No, no...

"

"Mom," the little boy huddled in his mother's arms, looking at the bloody body in front of him in fear: "Who is this?"

The thin woman hugged the little boy tightly, crying so hard that she kept kowtowing to General Mike and begging for mercy. The two old men fell limply to the ground the moment they saw the bloody body.

.

"Come on, don't be afraid, eat some candy." Mike motioned to Paul and handed the little boy a piece of candy.

Sugar, in underground shelters, is a real luxury.

The little boy quickly peeled off the candy wrapper, carefully licked it a few times, then broke it into two halves, gave half to his mother, and put the other half in his pocket.

"Why don't you eat that half?" Mike smiled.

"The other half is for daddy...Daddy hasn't been home for a long time. He must be hungry. I don't know where daddy is..." The little boy smiled and said, "Thank you, uncle, you are a good person. I will tell daddy this."

It's the candy you gave me, uncle."

Mike was silent for a moment, looked at the little boy in front of him, and smiled: "What a cute and polite child."

"Your father should cherish such a child."

Mike looked at the body, "Aren't you going to tell me?"

"Please, tell me!" The woman who was brought in cried: "What kind of organization is it worth your life? Do you want to risk the lives of your whole family?"

The body was silent for a long time, and said with difficulty: "Mike, please give up, I, I will never betray..."

"Paul." Mike looked at Paul.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Paul shot instantly, and in just a moment, the hearts of the two old men were pierced.

"Uncle!" The little boy's eyes widened, and then he looked at the old man: "Grandpa, grandma..."

The little boy suddenly rushed towards Mike with his teeth and claws bared, but the next moment, he was stepped on the ground by Paul.

After all, he is just a child.

"Wrong answer." Mike said softly, "Now, you still have a wife and children."

"I hope you cherish the opportunity."

The little boy's eyes widened blankly. At this moment, he seemed to understand something. He looked at the bloody body on the bed in disbelief, and said in a trembling voice: "Dad, dad? Are you dad?"

"Mike, don't force me!" The figure struggled violently, but it just kept shaking his body and yelled with all his strength: "Mike, if you make me angry, you won't get any good results! You know my

mean……"

"boom!"

Gunshot.

"Now, all you have left is the child." Mike kicked the woman's body away expressionlessly.

"Click!"

Paul pulled the bolt of the gun and held it in front of the child.

"Paul, don't kill this kid with one shot." Mike smiled: "Prepare another operating bed and ask the warehouse to send more blood bags and surgical instruments."

As soon as these words came out, even Paul and the consortium members looked shocked.

Mike looked at the traitor and smiled: "You should know what I'm going to do next."

"You are a man, you can endure this pain."

"But, where is your child?"

The traitor's remaining eyes were fixed on Mike, and his toothless mouth said vaguely: "You madman, he, he doesn't know anything..."

"But you know, and you are his father." Mike looked at the cute, frightened child and said with a smile: "That piece of candy, you should have eaten just now."

Paul picked up the little boy, pressed him on the operating bed, and began to tie him up.

The interrogation room suddenly fell silent.

Then there was a cry of collapse: "Devil! You devil!"

"I said! I said!"

"Please, don't touch my son! I say!"

Mike laughed.

"Are you willing to say it?" Mike looked at the almost humanoid figure and showed a satisfied smile, "Don't blame me for being ruthless. After all, what you did is too big."

"When the gods came, they actually led thugs to attack the control center and opened 200 doors."

"You caused the deaths of hundreds of thousands of fighters and put 100 million citizens in the refuge at risk."

Mike looked down at the traitor and said softly: "Tell me about the information about your rat-man organization."

"Think about your children and I hope you can answer well. This is your last chance."
To be continued...