"What the hell is your purpose!"
Clarke.
Duncan looked angrily at the well-dressed middle-aged gentleman in front of him, his eyes were red, and his nostrils were panting, like a raging bull: "How dare you imprison the leader of a political party without permission?
My lawyer will send you all to jail and never think of it for the rest of your life!
” The middle-aged gentleman calmly continued to eat, he picked up the crystal cup, signaled to Duncan, and then drank it all, as if he had not heard Duncan's threat at all.
Duncan swallowed deeply.
He hadn't eaten a drop of water for 24 hours, his lips were chapped, and he didn't know how long he would last.
Seeing that the person on the other side did not respond to his intentions at all, Duncan couldn't stand it anymore.
It's been 24 hours!
He didn't know who the name of the person opposite was, what his purpose was, and who he was working for, and the man didn't make any requests, or even say anything, just trapped himself.
"You bastard!"
As soon as he wanted to stand up and swing his fist, he was pressed back to the sofa by two strong men more than two meters behind him.
The middle-aged gentleman even raised his head and continued to eat.
Suddenly, the middle-aged gentleman's eyes froze, and he sat up straight, as if listening to something.
Duncan's heart was beating violently, and it seemed that the other party was talking in DT3, and nine times out of ten he was behind it.
What is your destiny?
Died in the name of a sudden illness, or forced to bow to some force?
Duncan was expressionless on the surface, but in fact he secretly clenched his fists, his palms were sweaty, and he couldn't control a slight tremble.
Before the establishment of dark justice, he thought he was mentally prepared for everything.
At that time, he was still intoxicated with the fact that he was an unwavering warrior, and he had psychological expectations for what he might have to face in the future, but now that the matter came, he realized what a helpless and humble little person he was.
The middle-aged gentleman seemed to end the conversation, took out a white handkerchief, wiped his lips like an old antique, and then uttered his first words: "Hello, Mr.
Duncan."
Unlike the dignified appearance of a middle-aged gentleman, his voice was as piercing as sandpaper rubbing iron, and it was full of inexplicable blood.
Duncan forced himself to look directly at the other party, but did not dare to respond.
He knew that his voice must be hoarse, which would appear timid, causing him to lose his only psychological advantage.
The middle-aged gentleman was unmoved, and said politely with a light smile: "Some people want you to be quiet, okay?"
It's a pity that the words spoken in a polite tone are not polite at all.
"Who do you represent?"
Duncan had to ask, his voice hoarse than he had imagined.
The middle-aged gentleman is polite and authentic: "You won't want to know who they are, let's make a deal!"
"Can I refuse this?"
Duncan sarcastically pointed to the strong men on either side with bulging waists.
Since the gang broke into the house, their own family, servants and bodyguards had not been present, and the room was quiet and apparently contained.
The DT3 host was also taken away and shut down, without any ability to contact the outside world.
Although the voices of reporters could be heard outside the window from time to time, Duncan did not dare to shout for help at all, looking at the well-trained appearance of this group of people, once they called for help, their lives would definitely not survive for three seconds.
"Great!"
The middle-aged gentleman smiled, like the sun shining on the earth, but with his sandpaper-like ugly and bloody voice, it gave people an extremely terrifying feeling.
The middle-aged gentleman clapped his hands, and a strong man walked in from outside, put two heavy boxes in front of Duncan, and said: "You have three paths: First, don't go against the Rifle Association, and you will stand for whatever they stand for in the future."
Rifle Association people?
Duncan stared at the middle-aged gentleman motionlessly, not saying a word.
The middle-aged gentleman shrugged his shoulders and opened a box full of old money and a stack of passports with various names and a picture of Duncan: "Second, give the leader of the Justice Party to Mr.
Smith, take this box of money and identity, leave the Eagle Country, go anywhere, and don't come back in this life."
Duncan laughed, but gritted his teeth with a smile: "Smith is your man!
No wonder you can avoid the eyes of all my bodyguards!
What a surprise to me!
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” The middle-aged gentleman smiled and said: "What's even more surprising, in fact, your bodyguard captain is also one of our people."
"Impossible!"
Duncan was stunned, his hands and feet were cold, he recalled the various strange behaviors of the bodyguard captain, believed the other party's explanation in his heart, and gritted his teeth and said: "I was a comrade-in-arms with him many years ago, I grew up in the same neighborhood with him, and he actually betrayed me......"
The middle-aged gentleman comforted: "His mother is dying of illness and lack of money for treatment, there is really no way, you should forgive him."
Duncan's face was ugly and he didn't want to continue the topic: "What about the third way?"
The middle-aged gentleman smiled and showed six teeth, and opened another box, which was actually filled with rows of silver glittering torture instruments!
Duncan's heart seemed to be pinched by an invisible hand, and cold sweat instantly flowed from his head.
The middle-aged gentleman reluctantly stroked pliers, scissors, hammers, and steel needles, as if caressing his lover's carcass: "They will advise you to make an informed choice."
Duncan felt a chill and asked in a panic: "You're from the Rifle Association?"
The middle-aged gentleman said contemptuously: "Hehe, it's not.
Did you make your choice?
We've already advised the Rifle Association to do what they do. ” Advise?
Duncan shuddered, hesitated for a long time before saying: "I need a little time to think about it."
The middle-aged gentleman smiled: "No problem, I'm the most reasonable.
Make the decision to call me, I want to treat you to dinner with your daughter, she is really beautiful. ” The implication is that there is no water and no food before making a decision!
Duncan was furious, but there was nothing he could do, not only was he in the hands of the other party, but his family was also caught, and the bastard even threatened himself with his daughter.
After saying that, the middle-aged gentleman left the room, leaving only two bodyguards to guard him and prevent him from doing stupid things.
Duncan stared coldly at the two boxes on the table, and suddenly his stomach rumbled like a drum, and the hunger and thirst were even more unbearable without the pressure of a middle-aged gentleman.
Without food and water, Fang Hao was not worried about how long he could last, listening to his words before leaving, it was not surprising that his family was also starving.
Duncan loosened his neckline and collapsed on the couch, closing his eyes haggardly.
Suddenly, he felt a strange sensation, as if someone had teleported a place.
He suddenly opened his eyes and found that he was no longer in his own home, but came to an office full of the aesthetics of old Chinese cadres, with burgundy bookcases, red flags hanging on the walls, and white fluorescent lamps.
At the desk sat a smiling Chinese man.
He couldn't help but feel in a trance, couldn't figure out where he was, and involuntarily asked: "Am I in the second world, or am I in the real world?"
The Chinese stood up and walked over, and said in skilled English: "Hello Mr.
Duncan, I'm the head of the second special service group of the Huaan Bureau.
Your body is still trapped in your own home, your consciousness is in the second world, and we invite you in to talk to you about cooperation. ” Duncan immediately understood: "Can the second world force people in?
But my DT3 console has been shut down and taken away. ” The Chinese people smiled and said very sincerely: "The special version of the SCV1 can indeed forcibly pull people, and it just so happens that the one on you is it.
As you can understand about the DT3 host, we have a special agent who is staying near your home with a high-powered DT3 host before successfully connecting to the SCV1 cells in your body. ” Duncan knew that he had another big secret, and this kind of news could be said casually, and it was probably another bad comer.
If you don't agree to the other party's request, the end will definitely be very unhappy.
For some reason, he inexplicably remembered the box of torture instruments on the table.
If there is an end to torture in reality, and there will eventually be death, the virtual world is endless torture......
Duncan sweated coldly on his forehead, and he regretted it.
Choosing to go into politics was the worst decision of my life!