POW camp

Morton walked forward along the dark corridor that smelled of rot and mildew. Just as he pushed open the iron door of the basement, he heard creepy screams from inside.The voice was hoarse and indistinct, and soon disappeared, and the time to take a breath sounded again, like a saw blade being pulled back and forth, cutting the nerves of the bystanders.

There was a man hanging on the rack, with his head hanging down as if he was dead, only the slightly heaving chest could tell that he was still alive.There were not many wounds on the prisoner's body, and he didn't have that bloody and disgusting feeling.This is where Morton and Lauter are by no means the same.Lauter likes to watch the torture scene, and the struggle and howling of the prisoner will give him extremely pleasant pleasure.Morton is not, he doesn't like it, but to be precise, it's not disgusting, it's just a kind of work, try to do it better.He needs more effective torture methods, such as completely destroying the prisoner's will from the heart, not just torture twice.

A guard pulled the prisoner's hair and pulled it upwards, revealing a very young face, which looked to be in his twenties and was clean.He was panting like a fish out of oxygen.

"Say, who sent you?" the jailer asked routinely.

The prisoner didn't speak, he followed the jailer's hand, turned his face and closed his eyes slightly.

Another jailer raised two electrodes, and when they moved closer together, a flashing blue arc appeared, making a crackling sound.The muscles on the prisoner's face trembled, but he still didn't speak.The jailer slowly placed the suction ball on both sides of the prisoner Takamaru, strangled the prisoner's penis with a special restraint belt, and finally inserted an L-shaped electrode into his back, which was touching the most sensitive point of the prisoner—after Excited and crazily enjoying last night, they were quite familiar with the inside and outside of this prisoner's body.

The prisoner showed fear in his eyes. He twisted his body vigorously, trying to avoid the jailer's hand, but the jailer slapped his buttocks forcefully and obscenely: "What a twist!" Five or six people in the torture room laughed together.

"Tell me, why are you so stubborn?"

The prisoner closed his eyes tightly.

The jailer gently pushes the handle up, and the electrodes are energized.The electric current is not strong, but it is enough to make people go crazy with pain when applied directly to the most vulnerable part of the human body.

The prisoner's muscles were trembling all over, and he was holding on to the iron chain that hung him with both hands, and he called out "ho ho".

Morton lit a cigarette, sat by and waited patiently.This prisoner won't last long, as you can see from his desperate and excited eyes.

Morton didn't tell Hovis the truth. The assassin they caught was indeed one, but not long after, another one was found in an alley not far away.The man was shot in the leg and did not flee.The assassin caught at the scene died after being tortured once, and throwing it to Hovis was regarded as an explanation.This one Morton smuggled him into the basement with a penetrating wound to his leg, serious but not fatal, just right for a torture statement.

Morton had an intuition that this assassination was by no means a simple matter.

The jailer pushed the handle up one more level, and the prisoner let out a horrible scream. The unsatisfiable explosive sexual desire caused by this electric shock is the most unbearable pain for a man.

"Forgive me..." he hissed, "I beg you...forgive me...forgive me..." He shook his head frantically, tears streaming down his face.

The jailer looked at Morton, who nodded slightly.Instead of cutting off the power, the jailer pushed it up one level.The prisoner screamed like a trapped animal, desperately calling out a name: "It's the eldest princess! The eldest princess——"

Morton paused, and the jailer cut off the power.The prisoner went limp all of a sudden, but his desire was not relieved, and he rubbed against the rack impatiently.

Morton walked slowly and heard the prisoner mumble, "Please... let me... please..."

"Whose orders did you take?"

"Princess...Messie..."

"Why did she kill Hovis?"

"I don't know, I don't know... Please..."

"Who is looking for you?"

"A man...a man...I don't know...I beg you...let me...ah..."

Morton ignored the prisoner, turned around and sat down on the leather chair again, and said flatly: "He lied, continue."

This time, the handle was directly pushed to the third level, and the prisoner let out a heart-piercing scream, and the whole rack was rattled by his struggle.The jailer steps forward and takes hold of the insulated part of the straps that go over the prisoner's penis.The prisoner only felt the intense explosive pain from below, and he was about to go crazy, shouting frantically: "Get it down, get it down!"

The jailer made a gesture to untie the restraint belt, and asked sharply, "Quickly tell me who it is!"

"Ah-ah-"

"who is it!"

"It's the crown prince—the crown prince—" the prisoner finally couldn't take it anymore, and burst into tears.

Morton raised his head abruptly, the crown prince...it turned out to be from the country of Ole.He nodded, and ordered people to cut off the power and untie the prisoner.Several buckets of icy cold water poured the prisoner from head to toe, and the torment of wanting to die immediately subsided at last.The prisoner huddled into a ball, weeping bitterly, which was hard to contain.

The guards dragged the prisoner all the way to Morton's feet, forcing him to look up. One guard stood behind the prisoner holding a whip, even if he answered a little slower, he flicked his whip and whipped it down.

The prisoner's spirit has completely collapsed, no matter what Morton asks, he will say it in detail until Morton is satisfied.Morton took the interrogation record, read the content again in detail, and then put it in his arms properly.He pointed at the prisoner and said, "Drag them back, and put them in solitary confinement first."

Hovis is indeed a spy of Ole Country.Morton sat in the carriage thinking, and his status is not low, it seems that it is completely consistent with the results of his own investigation, and it is very useful.Looking out of the car window at the empty streets due to the tension of the war, he felt a sense of comfort that victory was in sight.It was finally coming to an end. He just waited until the matter was completed and the higher-ups were given an explanation, and he could justifiably take Lindsay away, leave this lifeless ghost place, and go to their own ranch.

Thinking of the tears on Lindsay's face last night, Morton couldn't help smiling softly.

The carriage had just arrived halfway, when suddenly a fast horse came galloping from the opposite side and stopped it head-on: "The captain is not good!"

Morton poked his head out and saw the bodyguard in charge of protecting Lindsay on the opposite side. His heart skipped a beat and he asked, "What happened?"

"It's Lindsay, Lindsay is missing!"

"What?" Morton lifted the curtain of the car, "What's the matter? Didn't I ask you to guard it strictly?" He sneaked over to torture the prisoner, fearing that Lindsay would be unhappy if he found out, so he left him in the mansion.He was also worried that Hovis would hurt Lindsay by jumping over the wall in a hurry, so he sent an extra team to guard the mansion, but unexpectedly something happened.

The guard jumped off the horse and said with a mournful face: "Lin Sai is going to learn painting from Mr. Zhong Min. We couldn't stop him and had to follow. After more than two hours, he didn't come down. I went up and saw that Mr. Zhong Min passed out. On the ground, Lindsay was gone."

"What are you eating?!" Morton's face was livid, he jumped off the carriage, snatched the guard's horse, and ran towards Zhong Min's house with a whip.

The guards accompany Lindsay to learn painting, and they usually wait on the first floor, because Zhong Min is extremely strict, and no one can distract Lindsay when he is painting.Usually it takes two hours to learn painting, but they waited an extra half an hour downstairs but Lindsay did not come down.The guard knew that this was an extraordinary period, and was worried that something might happen, so he ordered others to wait and went upstairs to take a look.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the door was opened, Zhong Min was lying on the ground, unconscious, with the window wide open, and Lindsay disappeared.But the guard smelled a very faint fragrance, and felt a little dizzy after only staying for a while, which also explained why there was no sign of fighting in the studio.The hijackers knew Lindsay's work, rest and study situation like the back of their hands, and their methods were extremely clean, which was obviously done by professionals.

The name came to Morton almost immediately: Hovis.It must be Howes!

He tried his best to calm down, and ordered in a deep voice: "Give me the tracking report of Hovis immediately, hurry up!"

"Ah, good wine." Laut half-closed his eyes, carefully tasted the sweet and mellow taste, and said with emotion, "brother, in terms of enjoyment, no one can compare to you."

Hovis slumped lazily on the big sofa, with his velvet black shirt slightly open, gently shaking the wine glass with his white-gloved hand, and said casually: "As long as the lieutenant colonel doesn't dislike it, I can give you something good at any time." Send it over and share it together.”

"Haha, haha, Hawes, you are too polite. The emperor only intends to transfer me away, and the official order has not been issued yet."

"Isn't it a matter of time? You have made such a great contribution, if you can't be reused or promoted, I can't see it." Hovis raised his glass, the two touched each other, and each took a big gulp .

This time it was not Kelan who served them, but a black-haired boy.His expression is still docile, but his every move is very agile, like a domesticated tiger cub.He knelt beside the big coffee table, and filled the red wine for the two of them in time as soon as their wine glasses were empty.

Lauter took a few more glances at the little slave, and said, "Look, no matter who it is, as long as it falls into your hands, you have to be obedient. This kid was also very good before, right? Look, now, with this little slave Cats aren't much different."

"Lieutenant Colonel, are you complimenting me or scolding me?" Hovis said casually, "I can train anyone well, but I have a big fall on Lan Ting. To say that there is a real skill The one with the ability has to be you, Lieutenant Colonel."

"Hovis, what are you talking about? It's just a coincidence. I'm lucky." Lauter said modestly, but his expression was quite smug.

Hovis straightened up: "Seriously, brother, you have a bright future when you return to the imperial capital this time, don't forget about me, brother, you have the opportunity to support and support you."

"haha of course."

Hovis winked at the little black-haired slave. The little slave went out and returned soon, holding a heavy box in his hand.Hawes took it and put it on the big coffee table. As soon as the lid was lifted, the dazzling light almost dazzled Lauter's eyes.

Lauter straightened his eyes, pointed to the box and said, "This is..."

"It's for you." Hovis smiled, "I hope the lieutenant colonel doesn't dislike it."

"Oh, how embarrassing it is, how embarrassing it is." Lauter repeatedly rubbed his hands, his eyes gleaming with greed and excitement, and he couldn't help groping for these priceless exquisite items.

"How is the quality?"

"Good things are all good things. Hey, Hovis, you treat me like this...haha, don't worry, I will definitely not treat you badly."

"Fancheng is probably about to fall." Hovis frowned, "Lieutenant Colonel, I don't ask you anything else, I just hope you can get out of here quickly. A gentleman doesn't stand under a dangerous wall."

Lauter slowly closed the box, tapped it with his fingers, and said, "Brother, let me tell you the truth, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave for the time being."

"Oh? Why..."

Lauter smiled mysteriously, but said nothing.

Hovis yelled at the little slave: "Go down." The black-haired boy respectfully kissed the carpet under Hovis' feet, and walked out lightly.

When there was no one else around, Lauter approached Hovis and said in a low voice, "I received the emperor's secret order to execute the prisoners of war in Fancheng in batches."

Hovis was shocked: "Execution? More than 3000 people..."

"Execute all, including that Lan Ting."