The other party was smart enough and didn't reveal any of his origins from beginning to end.
Here comes an ultimatum.
If he is as ruthless as Rudolf, he will be so miserable that he wishes he had never been born.
What should I do?
Just try to show off the tricks.
For people like this, if you fight head-on, just wait to be a hero.
The ending of a hero is often "glorious".
So she took a method, that is. . .
"Wow, why are you so fierce?
You scared me to death, wuwuwu..."
She simply opened her mouth and howled, looking like she was scared to death.
"Are you going to tell me or not?"
"Wow, wow, wow..."
"I won't say I'm rude to you again" "Ahhh..."
No matter what the other person said, they all responded with howls.
Even before they were interrogated, he already looked like he was about to pee his pants.
I'll give him some harsh punishment later and he won't faint yet.
Finally, the other party became impatient with the howling and yelled, "Stop crying.
I'll be rude if you cry again."
She quickly shut up, otherwise she would get angry, or she would be knocked unconscious with a fist, or stabbed with a more severe knife.
His mouth was pursed, and he was mumbling in an extremely aggrieved manner.
I don’t know if I can get away with this self-destructive image.
The other party took a deep breath, probably to calm down his emotions, and then threatened in his sinister and calm voice: "Say it now, tell me, and I will give you a good death, otherwise..."
"Ah, die," she suddenly screamed in "panic": "I'm still young and don't want to die yet.
I'll say anything.
I'll say anything."
"Why are you following the senatorial candidate?"
The opponent's self-control ability is quite strong.
She almost shouted: "I told you, I just like him.
It's okay to shake his hand if you want.
I won't chase him anymore.
I'm going home, mom.
I won't chase him anymore..."
Crying for father and mother also came out, that’s enough cooperation, right?
Feeling that someone was coming, she even screamed: "If you want to torture me, please don't.
I'm afraid of pain, please beat me gently."
A man walked up behind her and grabbed her shoulder with one hand.
The other hand pulled up her arms, which were tied behind her back, and lifted them up a little bit.
Damn, this is called flying a plane.
A common method of torture.
It's child's play, but it definitely doesn't taste good.
It hurt a lot to lift my arms up like this, but it didn't make me faint.
Even if it dislocates.
Just need to take it back again.
"Ah, it hurts, it hurts, slow down, don't go up anymore."
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She screamed like a pig.
Anyway, she didn't want to be a hero, and she didn't have the endurance of a professional, so she simply went the bear bag route to the end: "I have dislocated my hand before. , then dislocate."
But no matter what you call it.
The other party just ignored him and was so hurt that he was speechless in the end.
The body was shaking.
This kind of pain is almost like death.
Then I heard the other party's cold voice without any emotion: "There is something more painful than this, do you want to try it?"
Her hands suddenly loosened, and she leaned back on the chair almost weakly, gasping for air.
The pain just now can only be overcome by holding your breath.
The method taught by Rudolf is very effective.
If you hold it in for a long time, your consciousness will fade.
If the pain continues, you will faint.
The other party also noticed that she had no breathing symptoms, and was afraid that she would faint, so he let go.
The pressure on my arms disappears instantly, and numbness comes with relief.
She continued to pant, and in order to prolong the delay, she begged incoherently: "Wait, wait a while..."
After panting for half a minute, he was sure that if he delayed it any longer, the other party would be impatient again, so he started to howl: "Who are you?
How have I ever suffered like this in my life?
Help, you can kill me, help!"
" Feeling that the other party was approaching again, she screamed in "fear", which could be said to be a Sistian cry: "I don't want to die, you should torture me...
No, I don't want pain either, help..."
The more you behave like a normal person, the easier it is to get rid of the pain, just like in the TV series, you can stand upright and not scream in the face of severe punishment, pretending to show who.
Suddenly the blindfold was removed and I could see everything in front of me.
Opening her eyes, He guessed correctly.
This was probably a basement, so the sound could not be transmitted out, so she was allowed to yell.
The sound filled the small space of about forty square meters, deafening and echoing. .
My eyes were covered and I needed to adapt.
I blinked and saw the person in front of me clearly.
There were four people in total, one was guarding her, one was naturally the one who asked her just now, one was the executioner, and there was another one. . .
She was so angry that she fainted when she saw it.
Who else could the smiling guy in front of her be?
It was Albert who had been trying to get closer.
The rope was untied, she covered her wrists, stood up calmly, turned around, and asked the other two men: "Who did it just now?"
The interrogator was sophisticated and said nothing.
The other one, who was more junior, actually agreed bravely: "I'm sorry, I hope I didn't hurt you, I was very careful."
It seemed that he was not injured, otherwise she would still be able to move her arms.
She smiled and said: "Very good, very good."
When the other party subconsciously stepped back slightly, she took action.
But instead of hitting this guy, he turned around, made a half circle with one arm, and hit Albert.
It's a pity that Albert is too tall.
Given her height, he may not be able to hit someone's chin with his fist even if he is on tiptoes.
Albert didn't hide, he just stood there with a smile and let her hit him.
She exerted all her strength.
Although she was not at full strength, she was still at the seventh or eighth level.
But when she punched her, the opponent stood there as if nothing happened.
However, her adrenaline caused her breathing to quicken.
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"What are you doing?"
The other three people became nervous.
"It's okay."
Albert waved his hand, his smile getting thicker, and he almost didn't say that her strength was nothing, she was just scratching her skin.
After not seeing each other for several years, he became more reserved.
She rolled her eyes and said calmly: "Can't you just cooperate and make me happy?"
Albert was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted very quickly and covered the hit area with his hand, pretending to be in pain.
The only thing that betrayed him was a somewhat exaggerated and prolonged sound: "Oh, it hurts so much, I'm hurt."
Some people are just born to be unpleasant, which made her burst into laughter, and all her anger disappeared.
Albert glanced at the corner of his eyes, and the three men walked out very carefully, and closed the door after leaving.
There were only two of them left in the room, and they just looked at each other.
Judging from the data, Albert should live every day like a war.
He is so perfect in business, politics, and family.
People can't be perfect, they can't do that well, and they are definitely facing the best among masters.
Six more years have passed, and only six days have passed for her.
How can she make up for the gap?
"You don't want to see me, why are you speechless?"
Albert stood there.
Although he was no longer in the third uniform, the black suit of high-end fabrics made him look extremely handsome.
Even though he is nearly forty years old, he should exercise regularly, and the slight bulge in his belly has not affected the overall effect.
It has been six years, counting seven years since landing.
Time is not forgiving.
Seven years can turn a girl into an aunt, and a handsome boy on the Titanic into a miserable potbelly running in the sun.
"How do you know that the earth is so big when I'm looking for you?
It just so happens."
She deliberately said something ironic.
Albert is a smart man and likes challenging things.
If you want him to hear what's coming next, you can't be too cautious.
Dull.
"It happens."
He sneered coldly and walked slowly to the side where there was a small bar.
There is a bar on one side, a soft sofa on the other, and an LCD screen hanging on the wall.
This room should be equivalent to a private club.
It is a good and private place to sing songs, have a small gathering, and talk about things.
Of course, no one would know anything about playing with a woman, including killing someone.
"Would you like something to drink?"
Albert went to get the unique square bottle of whiskey.
His movements were like the wine in the bottle.
It became mellower with time.
There was also an ice bucket on the table.
"No, I don't drink."
She refused.
"After we landed, I sent people everywhere to look for you.
It wasn't until I met you in my dream that I gave up.
I believe you don't belong to this world."
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He poured half a glass of whiskey into the cup and added two pieces with a tong.
Ice cubes rest in the glass.
The sound of ice cubes hitting the glass and amber wine was as beautiful as music.
She walked over and sat on the high chair opposite the bar, watching Albert pour the wine, or rather admiring it.
"You know what?"
Albert's casual glance was full of masculine charm, gentleness and menace.
He took another long glass, poured a sparkling drink into the glass, and added some more.
Light green wine.
After pouring the wine, Albert looked at her deeply, his eyes were like the bottom of the sea, and there was a palpitating fire in his eyes: "The way you disappeared into the sea was so beautiful, even when I was doing company advertisements, I hired top photographers and the most beautiful models to capture that moment.
Even though everyone thought it was a top-notch work and won many awards that year, only I know that the results of the photos are not as good as yours.”
This kind of words can make any woman intoxicated.
Looking at those dark blue eyes, she couldn't move her eyes.
It took a lot of effort to move her eyes timidly and weakly to other places.
She chuckled: "I am so good." "?"
The voice actually trembled a little.
Albert didn't reply directly, and pushed a bubbly cocktail in front of her: "A small amount of mint julep, maybe drugged, do you dare to drink it?"
It was almost impossible to feel the short silence and awkwardness, this is The difference between a master and a novice.
"Do you still need to take medicine?"
She smiled, picked up the thin wine glass, and took a sip.
The light mint flavor is very refreshing; orange juice, cocoa, and mint are never annoying.
Albert took a sip of wine, and the slight movement of his Adam's apple up and down could make a woman's eyes pop.
He took a big sip happily and looked at the translucent ice cubes that had exposed a corner of the glass.
His voice was calm and mature, emitting waves of charming hormones, and with a sense of friendship that seemed to be unhidden: "Why are you coming back?
Is there anything I can do?"
Did you do it?”
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