The strongest soldier

The cold moonlight shrouded the earth like a gauze and water, the desolate suburbs of the town, the hidden grass, the two dark nights faced each other, Luo Zhengsenhan's M9 saber exuded the breath of death, penetrated three-thirds of the flesh, and a touch of blood slowly emerged from it. The skin and flesh came out and slid down along the pouring surface of the saber. Luo Zheng looked at the other party coldly and asked the question he wanted to know the most, but found that the other party had a look of death and a cold and speechless expression.

"Aren't you afraid of death? Have you received professional training?" Luo Zheng said coldly. Seeing the other party, he remained silent. His deep blue eyes were full of sarcasm, as if he was mocking Luo Zheng for not using this method to extract a confession. It was too despicable. Don't be afraid of the cold murderous aura emanating from Luo Zheng's body.

"Very good. It seems that you have undergone a very professional counter-interrogation. You would rather die than fight. It doesn't matter. I will help you. The night is long and we have plenty of time to play. If you can't bear to say something later, just nod. Of course, I You may not be able to see it, but if you can endure my interrogation all night without dying, I can spare you." Luo Zheng suppressed his anxiety and said coldly.

The other party still had an indifferent look on his face, and there was a hint of ridicule at the corner of his mouth. Luo Zheng didn't mind, but said with some admiration: "Very good, I like people who are not afraid of death, but my stance is different, so I have to offend him." After that, Luo Zheng pulled out the socks that the other party called, crumpled them into a ball, and stuffed them into the other party's mouth.

"One last question, you ┅┅? Forget it, asking again is an insult to your ability. Let's get started. I hope you can survive tonight." Luo Zheng slowly rolled up the other party's trousers and made gestures with his saber, mouthing He said slowly: "There is a kind of torture, which is to pull out the nails of your hands and toes and connect the fingers to the heart. It is extremely painful. However, I know you are not afraid. I plan to peel off the skin of your legs first. Well, let's start from the knees. ."

The beggar's face changed slightly, but he didn't move. Then he heard Luo Zheng continue: "First make a circle around the knee, try not to go too deep, just cut the surface of the skin, and then pull it down. It will definitely hurt, but it doesn't matter. I believe you can bear it, it doesn’t matter, there are still several hours until dawn, enough for me to slowly peel off the skin of your body in sections, first your feet, then your hands, then your body, and finally your face. No one will recognize it then. Not out of you."

There was a cold chill in the light words, which made the beggar shudder and his eyes became panicked. He could not kill with a nod, nor could he be beaten for interrogation. This method of skinning was absolutely taboo and would not be used by ordinary people. Government law enforcement departments Not to mention it will not be used except by underground evil and violent organizations.

This was the voice that was faint and cold as the god of death. He continued: "Hey, there seems to be an ant nest here. Not bad. After all the skins are peeled off, let the ants get some benefits and use the ant's territory for torture. No. It doesn’t make sense to give him some benefits, and then I’ll cramp and debone him, one night is enough.”

"You bastard, you are a devil, give me a good time." The beggar shouted in panic. Unfortunately, his voice was blocked by the smelly socks, and he could only make a whining sound. Luo Zheng didn't even look at him, and the saber was in his hand. The opponent's kneecaps made gestures, and the cold blade penetrated his flesh. The beggar seemed to see his bloody self, and was horrified. The last line of defense was also destroyed, and he nodded desperately.

Luo Zheng noticed the beggar's nod from the corner of his eye. He pretended not to notice and continued to cut the other person's flesh with his hands. The beggar couldn't resist the pain and twisted in panic. His eyes were full of terror, as if he had seen a demon. , Luo Zheng slowly raised his head this time, looked at the other party coldly and said, "It doesn't matter, we have plenty of time, don't move too quickly."

"I'll move, I'll move." The beggar shouted, but unfortunately not a single sound was released in full.

"Want to recruit?" Luo Zheng asked lightly. When the other party nodded desperately, he said with a bored expression: "It's too disappointing. I thought you could persevere and was mentally prepared to let you go. I didn't expect you. That's it? Then I don't have to play anymore? Forget it, I hope you won't make me interested in playing again." With that, he pulled off the smelly socks, and Senhan put his saber on the opponent's neck again.

"Devil, Satan, you are not a human being." The beggar shouted in panic, confused.

"Wrong answer, I'll give you another chance." Luo Zheng said coldly. The saber in his hand penetrated three-thirds of the flesh with force, and a trace of blood flowed down the blade.

"What do you want to know?" The panicked beggar gained some sense and asked quickly.

"What do you think?" Luo Zheng asked ambiguously.

"Well, your accent has an oriental flavor to it. I think you must be Luo Zheng?" The beggar looked at Luo Zheng in panic and asked. Seeing Luo Zheng's face turn cold, he quickly added: "I He is a member of the Samsara Killer Organization. Our organization has been hired to come here to assassinate you. We have no hatred between you and me, so please give me a break." He closed his eyes with a look of relief on his face.

"Reincarnation Killer Organization?" Luo Zheng was shocked. He didn't expect that this matter would also involve the Killer Organization. He narrowed his eyes and asked coldly: "Who hired you?"

"I'm sorry, I can't answer this question." The beggar said. When he opened his eyes, he saw a terrifying murderous aura burst out of Luo Zheng's eyes. His whole body trembled and he had difficulty breathing. He couldn't help but be shocked. It was so heavy. Murderous intent, how many people must be killed to form this murderous intent? Who is the killer? He quickly explained: "It's not that I don't want to say it, it's that I don't know at all. I'm just Xiao Luoluo, and only the senior people at the headquarters know about it."

"Where are your senior officials? Where is the person I'm looking for?" Luo Zheng said coldly.

Suddenly a look of absolute despair flashed across the beggar's eyes, and he twisted his neck violently. Under the moonlight, a bloody arrow flew, which was particularly strange in the void. Luo Zheng did not expect that the other party would choose to commit suicide. He shouted that it was a pity that he finally got it. He was still alive, but he ended up dead. He was still inexperienced. It would have been better if he didn't use the saber to threaten him. The other party would not have had the chance to commit suicide. Looking at the beggar whose vitality was gradually disappearing, a flash of admiration flashed in Luo Zheng's eyes, but he was soon angered. It turned out that Lan Xue's matter involved the Reincarnation Killer Organization, and things became complicated.

Under the moonlight, Luo Zheng looked coldly in the direction of the town, his eyes becoming determined. No matter who was involved, kill one, kill two, or kill Lan Xue in the worst case. After being rescued, Luo Zheng's eyes burst out with a look of absolute determination, and he strode away in a small direction.

The town with twinkling lights was dark and strange under the moonlight, as if it concealed countless bloody and dirty things. Luo Zheng looked firmly and took out the SIG P220. As he walked, the two spare magazines were also filled with bullets. The murderous aura soared into the sky, seeming to tear through the dirty night.