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In terms of acting skills, Levi's flattery can't keep up with an old artist like Zong Ming, but in terms of lines, he is probably better than the best spy of the Criminal Investigation Bureau.

After all, he has been writing stories to make money since he was 17 years old, and he only finished writing more than 20 episodes of TV drama scripts last year. After confirming the task, he wrote no less than [-] words just to write a character biography for Yin Junhe!

To tell the truth, if Yin Junhe himself was brought in to compete with him on the spot, the dialogue he uttered would probably be closer to everyone's imagination of the "North Korean killer"!

I don't know whether it was because of his "sky-high price" intimidation or in consideration of basic national policies such as freedom, democracy and the rule of law. After the first round of bombing, FBI agents did not torture him severely.

Of course, as a federally wanted criminal, there will be absolutely no preferential treatment.

So for the next three days, Levi's was locked in a small closed interrogation room, without food, water, or sleep... Four FBIs took turns bombing him in two shifts, without giving him any chance to breathe.

Where is the stolen N—G company information?Who is the instigator?Who is the buyer?Does it have anything to do with the North Korean Ministry of Security?

Not answering?Very good, don't go to sleep, can you see if the light is on... Open your eyes and see, is it on or not?

Levi's was driven crazy by the desk lamp that shone on his face 24 hours a day. He never knew that light was such a terrible thing that penetrated into his eyes, into his brain, and into his brain like countless bugs. every pore of him.

In the end, he even had a concretized hallucination, and those lights were actually countless fine hair needles emitting at a uniform speed, which made him bloody and excruciatingly painful.

He didn't have any appetite, and even if they didn't give him any food he didn't feel hungry at all, just very thirsty.He begged for water, but every time the only thing brought to him was the free black coffee provided by the county police department.

Thick caffeine poured down the empty stomach, and Levi's suffered from severe neurasthenia. It was like a train was running in his ears, his heartbeat rumbled, and blood gushed through the veins in his temples, like a running water pipe.

He began to hallucinate, his hands and feet were convulsed, and he rubbed his flesh against the edge of the metal shackles uncontrollably... At first, he felt pain, but then he became numb, and his brain became numb. He couldn't understand what they were asking, and he couldn't even understand English. He only subconsciously said the answer that he had recited by heart.

The closed environment made him completely lose the sense of time, lost in the blazing light, his only desire is darkness, he wants to lie down in the coffin with his feather pillow, let them bury him completely, and block it with thick humus The lingering adhesion between oneself and pain.

But every time this happens, a familiar voice will appear in his head, telling him gently but firmly, "Wake up, don't sleep, don't be afraid, you can get through it...you can, you are the only hope ……everything will be fine……"

That voice seemed to be Zong Ming's, and it seemed to come from childhood ignorant memories, like his father, but older and deeper.It travels through the tunnel of time like a dream, repeating a certain belief in an invisible history.

……Belief?

Who is it?Levi tried his best to follow the voice, trying to grasp the truth in his messy thoughts, but it felt like summer thunder and lightning, rumbling past, but quickly disappeared in the torrential rain, being caught The painful rain washed it away without leaving a trace.

Can't catch it.

After an unknown amount of time, Levi heard the door of the interrogation room rang, thought about it in confusion, and determined that this was the sixth shift change of the FBI.

In other words, he has been locked here for three full days and three nights.

The young agent who was changing shifts reported to the middle-aged agent at the door, and the voice was intermittent: "Our time limit is approaching...tomorrow...Saturday...he must be sent over there...the Department of Homeland Security cannot give more Our week…”

The middle-aged detective's voice was hoarse and deep: "I haven't found anything yet... in the car... don't let go of every cushion..."

"The repair shop... is completely dismantled... it will take time..."

Levi's buried his face in his hands with difficulty, enjoying the brief darkness between their conversations, while silently calculating in his heart: If he guessed correctly, today is the fourth day since he was arrested in the county police station, that is to say, tomorrow It was Saturday, the day the Gabrin came out of the water.According to the requirements of the Department of Homeland Security DHS, he should be sent to the underwater prison on this day.

This is the day carefully calculated by Zong Ming and Sang Guoting. The Gabrin comes out of the water once a week, so after being arrested, he had better allow about four days for the FBI to interrogate, because his body may not last longer than this time. If it is shorter than this time, the FBI may apply to the DHS for one more week of control, so that his body will not be able to hold on.

Now, he has survived for four days, and whether he can be successfully sent to Gabrin Prison depends on whether DHS implements the Gabrin list as strictly as the intelligence said.

Shortly after the doorway conversation, they brought Levi's a bottle of still water for the first time, along with a sandwich the size of a palm.After he finished eating, a young policewoman came in, gave him a simple examination, and treated the wounds on the bridge of his nose, both wrists and ankles.

After the policewoman left, the middle-aged detective came in, leaning on the table and staring down at Levi's.After a short rest, Levi recovered some energy, raised his head and stared at him coldly, and gradually read a trace of helplessness and unwillingness in his deep and gloomy eyes.

Overjoyed, Levi realized that their negotiation with DHS had failed, and he might be sent to Gabrin immediately.

Sure enough, the middle-aged detective sneered in the next second and said, "OK, you don't want to answer my question, so I can only send you to a more 'comfortable' place. You will have a lot of money for the rest of your life." Time regrets the opportunities he missed in the past three days. Good luck to you, Mr. Yin."

Levi's looked at his bloodshot eyes with complicated and inexplicable emotions. He wanted to say some cool and poisonous lines suitable for North Korean killers, but he opened his mouth, but only said: "Good luck to you too."

As law enforcement officers, luck is too important to them, so let's encourage each other.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Levi was taken out of the county police station and stuffed into a bulletproof police car. Four FBI agents sat in the four corners of the car and sandwiched him in the middle.

His handcuffs and ankle shackles were strung together and fixed to the iron rings under his feet, probably out of revenge. They didn't fasten him to the seat belt, and just let him stagger around on the bumpy interstate road. It wasn't until his wrists and ankles were bled again that he stopped at a small civilian airport.

After sunset, they left the east coast in a helicopter and landed on a huge ship.

Because the light was too dark, Levi's couldn't see the model of the ship clearly, but judging from the signs on the side of the tarmac, it might be a retired warship.

The FBI agents didn't give him too many opportunities to peep, and quickly took him to the cabin below the deck, and locked him in a narrow cell with an iron grille door.

A fat man with a big belly handed over to the FBI, signed his name on the document, and squinted at Levi's: "North Korean killer? It's rare, we haven't entertained Chairman Kim's people yet!"

Levi's was weak, tired and hungry, barely giving him a killer glare.The fat man didn't think he was disobedient, but laughed loudly: "Interesting, he is staring at me. Is this the disdain of communism? Hahahahaha!"

Levi's inexplicably felt that his laughter was very magical, very dangerous, and very uncomfortable. The FBI agent obviously felt the same way. He frowned and said, "I'll leave the prisoner to you. His luggage is over there. We sent the car to the repair shop for disassembly and inspection. Then seal it up and give it to you.”

"Are you talking about the two chips that he hid in the interlayer of the wheel hub?" The fat man said with a smile, "I tell you some good news. At 05:30 in the afternoon, our people went to the garage to assist in the inspection and found them. , it is expected to be delivered to me in two hours."

The FBI agent changed his color and said, "When did the news come out? Why don't we know?"

"Don't you know now?" The fat man spread his hands, "In short, he and his chip are mine now, and have nothing to do with you. OK, the handover is over, you can prepare to take off and leave, if you are interested You can go to the restaurant for a drink, count me in!"

No matter how unwilling the FBI agents are, as the fat man said, the handover is over, and they can only hand everything over to DHS and Gabrin Prison.

The agents left, and the fat man stood outside the fence door with the folder in his hand and looked through it for a while, then raised his eyes and looked at Levi's: "Hello, Comrade Yin—is that what you call him there?"

Levi's grabbed the iron railing to prevent himself from falling due to exhaustion, and ignored his question.The fat man smiled and said: "Well, it seems that you have suffered a lot at their hands, tsk tsk, it's really inhumane."

Levi's throat was swollen and sore, and he didn't even have to drink black coffee at the end of the day. He said hoarsely, "I want to drink water."

"Oh, water? There's a lot of water." The fat man hung the folder on the bulkhead, turned and left, half a minute later he came over holding a water hose, grinned, and turned on the water gun, "Use it slowly."

The high-pressure water jet hit his chest unexpectedly, Levi's almost held his breath, and as soon as he let go of his hand, he was hit by the huge momentum of the water and hit the metal bulkhead behind him, making a muffled "bang"!

"Enjoy, sweetheart!" The fat man laughed, and sprayed the water gun on Levi's body with both hands, "I told you, I have plenty of water!"

Levi fell to the ground, curled up and hid himself in a corner away from the fence door, but the entire prison cell was only two meters shallow, and there was nowhere to hide. No matter how he tried to escape, the cold and powerful water column still hit him, his legs superior.

"Enough, enough...cough cough cough..." Levi choked on the water and coughed violently. Because the movement was too big, it affected the old wound in the stomach that was beaten by the FBI, and gradually coughed up light red blood.

"Well, did you vomit blood? Then you have to wash it clean, so as not to attract sharks." The fat man was unmoved, and watched his miserable state with a smile, adjusting the water flow to hit his face from time to time, admiring his suffocating expression, as if What an artistic performance to watch.

Levi's was exhausted and unable to dodge, so he could only bury his head in his chest and try his best to bear the impact with his back.The thin white shirt was completely soaked, and wrapped around him translucently, showing his graceful back muscles. The fat man licked his lips, finally turned off the water gun, whistled, and said, "I can't tell, killer!" He's a killer, and he's in good shape."

Levi's coughed shockingly, unable to figure out the frivolous meaning in his words, it took a long time to calm down, and slowly stood up while leaning against the wall.

"Does it taste good?" The fat man dropped the water gun, walked to the gate, folded his arms and asked him with a smile, "How is it better than the FBI's feast?"

Levi wiped the water off his face and said lightly, "Thank you for the hospitality. If you are interested, you might as well ask the FBI. They should still drink in your restaurant—if they have the appetite."

The fat man was taken aback for a moment, and then burst into a burst of wild laughter, almost bursting into tears: "It's so interesting, Comrade Yin, hahahaha... Forget it, I don't think they have this appetite, after all, they haven't been able to find you for four days. The chip that got up, we found it in a few hours."

The laughter stopped suddenly, and his scattered eyes flickered in an instant: "The chip you hid in Houston before has been confirmed to be the munitions blueprint lost by N-G Company, Comrade Yin, now I want to know, it was taken away together with it Where did the chip you hid in the hub interlining of the pickup truck come from, and what is stored on it?"

Levi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "I thought you've already guessed it. Doesn't DHS have a normal person with an IQ over 90?"

The fat man's lower eyelids trembled, and he said, "You stole something from the Chinese? I heard that you are also wanted over there for stealing the design drawings of a research institute of the weapon group... So, the information stored on that chip is Is it the Chinese munitions blueprint?"

Levi stroked his hair in a leisurely manner, and said: "BINGO, I personally confirm that your IQ is above 85. After all, you guessed China. But you guessed the rest wrong, it is not a design drawing."

The fat man was taken aback, and asked suspiciously, "What is that?"

"It is a masterpiece of art that can enlighten your wisdom, correct your three views, and sublimate your life." Levi said solemnly, ""Armor Warrior"!"

Fatty: "..." What the hell?