Global wasteland: I am as good as a god with a machine

The safe house of the Worker Bee Organization is located on the outskirts of the city, an abandoned lighthouse on the seaside.

After the group evacuated from the High-tech Park, they brought the captured gunman here.

Wu Mian brought the gunman into the room and saw that the surrounding walls were covered with tin foil and signal shielding devices. He nodded to Nan Ci with satisfaction: "The protection is well done!"

"Synths are a serious problem for the government, and the resistance organizations are even more hated. Matters involving life and death should naturally be more cautious."

Nan Ci responded calmly: "Those of us have not received any professional military training. All our experience was gained with sacrifice and blood. Before the outbreak of the Freedom War, we people had many identities.

Workers, farmers, police, teachers, doctors, but now they have only one identity, that is... thugs."

Wu Mian's expression also remained unchanged: "The times are like this."

Nan Ci was startled for a moment, then nodded lonely: "Yes, the times are like this."

Wu Mian glanced at the gunman who was brought back with his hands cuffed behind his back, and said to Nan Ci: "Let me interrogate this person. The next scene is not suitable for you to watch. You'd better avoid it."

Nan Ci and Wu Mian looked at each other: "I am the leader of the Worker Bee Organization. I have experienced many things. Don't treat me as an ordinary woman."

When Wu Mian heard Nan Ci's answer, he stopped talking nonsense, walked up to the gunman, grabbed his clothes with both hands, and tore his clothes to pieces.

Within a moment, all the clothes on the gunman were torn off by Wu Mian, and he fell to the ground naked.

When this gunman was injured before, he had already prepared to kill himself with the determination to die. He was an absolute death warrior. Although he didn't understand what Wu Mian was going to do, he still clenched his teeth and didn't say a word.

Wu Mian tore the gunman's clothes to pieces, turned around and left. When he returned to the house, he poured all the bucket of seawater in his hand onto the gunman.

"Well!!"

The salty sea water was poured on the gunman's wound, causing him to groan in pain and his body convulsed slightly.

"Pfft!"

Wu Mian waited for the gunman to be soaked, then roughly drove a palm-long iron nail into his lungs. He then took the captured Gauss rifle from the hands of a worker bee member and opened the side cover.

After covering the board, I reached out and tore off the copper coil inside.

"Why……!"

When the worker bee members saw Wu Mian's movements, they subconsciously prepared to stop him.

Although Nan Ci and others are a rebel force, they are not a direct force. They are just a small and insignificant branch with only a few dozen members. There is a serious shortage of weapons and equipment. A standard firearm is quite precious to them.

Nan Ci waved his hand slightly to stop his men's movements.

After Wu Mian disassembled the coils on both sides of the gun body, he wrapped one of the copper wires around the iron nail on the gunman's chest, and at the same time wrapped the other coil around his crotch.

After completing all this, Wu Mian took off the magazine of the Gauss rifle and said to the gunman: "I bet you can't survive this kind of punishment for three minutes. Before I start to torture you, you'd better confess yourself."

identity!"

The gunman looked sideways and looked at Wu Mian angrily: "Fuck you!"

Wu Mian said nothing nonsense and directly pulled the trigger.

"Buzz!"

The electric current visible to the naked eye rotates on the coil on the side of the gun body, and then passes along the copper wire to the gunman's body.

For a moment, the gunman felt as if his internal organs were being held by a hand, and the air in his lungs was squeezed to the extreme in an instant, while he felt a strong sense of suffocation.

The wet body caused electric current to spread all over the gunman's body instantly. Not only did his internal organs feel unbearable pain, but his skin also felt like it was splitting, and there was a stinging pain like needles.

In just two seconds, the gunman's body began to convulse, and he wanted to shrink up. However, the intense pain coming from his internal organs and body at the same time made it impossible for him to control his body, and a wave of pain spread in the air.

Burnt taste.

Five seconds later, Wu Mian stopped what he was doing, bent down and pulled out the nails from the gunman's body.

"Hiss!"

The gunman's lungs were damaged, his breathing became rapid, and blood foam came out of the corners of his mouth and nostrils.

Wu Mian held the bloody iron nail and said in a low voice: "Your lungs have been injured. Symptoms of hemopneumothorax will appear soon. Within ten minutes, you will die of suffocation."

"Pfft!"

As Wu Mian spoke, he waved his palm again and pierced the iron nail into the kidney of the gun: "Tonight, you will definitely die, and I am not going to save you. The only thing you can choose now is to die happily.

, or died in torture.”

Wu Mian said this and picked up the Gauss rifle again.

"No!" When the gunman saw Wu Mian's movements, his body trembled for no reason: "...I'll do it!"

When Nan Ci saw this scene, he didn't pay attention to the gunman, but kept a close eye on Wu Mian's back.

As a member of the resistance, she has encountered many difficulties. Whether she was being interrogated or interrogating others, she has experienced many methods.

The purpose of interrogation is to obtain useful information from the target in exchange for safety or benefits.

The conditions given by Wu Mian were to let the other party choose a way to die, without giving the other party any hope at all.

She had never heard of such brutal torture methods.

If in the previous contact, the feeling Wu Mian brought to Nan Ci was just mysterious, then at this moment, it had turned into fear.

It also made Nan Ci a little more wary of this man whose background was unknown.

Not only is Nan Ci eager to find her brother, Wu Mian also wants to retrieve his missing memory as soon as possible.

He knew that the gunman's life had entered a countdown, and he did not waste time: "Who is your boss?"

"I don't have a boss!" The gunman said vaguely with saliva mixed with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth: "I belong to the Hidden Dragon organization and am a member of the Hidden Dragon banner."

"Hidden Dragon?" When Wu Mian heard the name, he frowned slightly and looked at Nan Ci: "Do you know this organization?"

Nan Ci shook his head: "I haven't heard of it."

When the gunman saw Wu Mian withdrawing his gaze, he continued: "Hidden Dragon is a very mysterious underground organization. Although I am a member of it, I don't know much about this organization."

"Do you have any cigarettes?" Wu Mian turned to look at Nanci and the others, took the cigarette case from one of them and lit one, took two puffs himself, and then handed it to the gunman to take another puff: "Continue."

"The Hidden Dragon Organization has a distinct hierarchy. I only know that the boss of the Hidden Dragon Organization is called Jiu Ge."

The killer took a puff of cigarette, and his painful expression softened a little: "This organization is a pyramid structure. Ninth Brother is the figure at the top of the tower. The people below are hierarchical and are recruited through various channels. Take me as an example.

I was only commanded by my upline, and I only had one-way contact, and I didn’t know the identity of my upline.”

Wu Mian keenly captured the key points in the other party's words without digging into the information about the Hidden Dragon Organization: "Why did you kill Li Jian tonight?"