Marvel: God of Spear Technical Advisor

The forward questioning method was a naked humiliation for Temukin, and what he got in return was an extremely vicious look from the other party. Temukin, who was so majestic when he appeared on the stage, was now a fish waiting to be slaughtered on the chopping board, and could only use his eyes.

to express their anger and unwillingness.

Xiang Qian understood the meaning of the other person's eyes very well, so he took back the gemstone ring, stretched out his pistol, and put the muzzle of the gun against Temukin's left knee.

"Don't want to say anything?" Qiang Qian asked calmly. He didn't make any harsh or threatening expression, and was as calm as greeting a neighbor. Temukin rolled his eyes contemptuously.

"Snapped!"

He pulled the trigger with an unchanging calm expression. The bullet penetrated from the inside to the outside of Temukin's left knee, leaving two bloody eyes. The severe pain made Temukin let out a low roar.

His eyes were so wide that he couldn't roll his eyes for a while.

He sighed forward, as if he was sorry for what happened to the other person, and then casually put the muzzle of the gun against his right knee.

"I just forgot to tell you in advance - after all, this is my first time doing this kind of work, so omissions are inevitable; I have done in-depth research on the structure of the human body, and the shot I just shot was your knee cartilage." Moving forward

His tone was very much like that of a doctor who is giving a diagnosis to a patient, "I can confirm that the penetration angle of the bullet just now shattered the entire joint surface cartilage. This is irreversible damage. Every time you hit your left leg in the future,

If you exert too much force, your kneecap will feel like a needle pricking you. Although you won’t be unable to get off the ground, you will have to walk with a cane for the rest of your life.”

"But the good news is that you still have a chance to save the other leg." He said seductively, the Type 06 pistol in his hand becoming an excellent footnote, "It's better to have one crutch than two crutches, right?

?”

"Still unwilling to say?" Qiang Xiang looked at Temukin, clearly receiving the information released by the other party.

"Pop!" There was another gunshot; this time Temukin acted very tough, at least he did not let out any more wails of pain.

Qian Qian nodded nonchalantly, with a sarcastic smile on his lips: "You act like a tough guy, so let us do another experiment. I want to see how much sacrifice you can make for your father in the end.

Okay?" He said, moving the muzzle of the gun forward and pressing it against Temukin's neck.

"Let me tell you what will happen next, Mr. Tough Guy." The muzzle of the gun that had just been fired was so hot that it caused a circle of blisters on Temukin's neck. "When the bullet is fired from this angle, it will

Avoiding all the important blood vessels in your neck, then grazing your cervical vertebrae and penetrating your neck."

The forward tone is like a surgeon giving a pre-operative talk to the surgical object: "The injury will not be fatal, but your cervical vertebrae will be knocked off a small joint; a better result is that your neck will only be broken in the future."

It can be fixed to one side, and occasionally it will drool all over the floor due to muscle numbness. Of course, the bad result is that the bullet accidentally deviates from the planned trajectory. If the cervical vertebrae are injured too much, then you can only become a high paraplegic.

.But the good news here is that no matter whether the injury is minor or serious, it will not affect your thinking and memory, which means we can continue to interrogate you."

"Now it's your turn to think about what you can do for your father?" Xiang Qian's smile became a little thicker, "Imagine that in the next thirty, forty or even fifty years, in a long life

Among them, you can no longer walk normally, and the various combat skills you have painstakingly practiced are no longer useful; no matter you eat, drink, or sleep, you will always have your neck crooked, and you have to imitate the little fart with snot in the kindergarten.

Like a child, hang a small handkerchief on your chest, ready to wipe your saliva at any time - you can only live the rest of your life as a waste. Or you can choose another ending and tell me what I want to know.

You can quietly raise the muzzle of the gun a little, and the bullet will penetrate directly into the brain, giving you a happy ending."

The words forward were like a spell, burning Temujin's reason bit by bit. At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot, his facial muscles were shaking uncontrollably, and the rational component in his thinking was about to collapse. But forward could not

He was moved, although he had a smile on his face, but his eyes revealed a cold-bloodedness reflected from the depths of his heart; half of his current actions were for interrogation, and the other half were deliberate torture.

No one dared to stop Xiang Xiang, and the communication channel was silent for a long time; Vector, who directly witnessed the process at the scene, was almost frightened. Vector had personally experienced Xiang Xiang's venomous nature, and even with the delicate delicacy unique to women, she vaguely

She could sense the alienation and indifference towards others that Xiang Xiang had not shown but had always been hidden in her heart; but the cruelty and cold-bloodedness shown by Xiang Xiang at this moment still scared Vector so much that she even moved away from Xiang Xiang unconsciously.

He took two steps, not even daring to look straight ahead.

Just when everyone was waiting to fire the last shot forward, Saber strode over.

"That's enough!" Saber raised the sword in his hand, and struck Temujin hard on the side of the head with the back of the sword, knocking him unconscious.

"Saber!" The man who was interrupted suddenly stood up straight forward, not hiding his anger, looking directly at the saber.

Saber looked at Qianqian without flinching: "We have captured the man. Professionals will come to interrogate him in the future, but not now... and it shouldn't be you!"

After Saber finished speaking, he looked calmly forward, not giving an inch; Qiang didn't say a word, but his anger seemed to be dissipating little by little.

Qiang Xiang knew that his behavior of questioning Temujin had actually crossed the line in the eyes of outsiders. In the eyes of others, he was almost completely driven by anger. Before destroying Temukin's reason, his own reason was also on the verge of losing control.

And Saber's words were like a bucket of cold water in the head, trying to calm him down again. Regardless of whether he had a wrong perception due to misunderstanding, Saber's true intention was to help move forward.

He silently turned forward and stayed away from Temujin; he did not defend himself, even though he had smacked his sword to the point of death countless times before, but after all, he would never respond to the sincerity and kindness of others with his poisonous tongue.

Vector looked forward and took the initiative to give in, almost starting to worship the saber; this was the first time she saw someone who could verbally overwhelm this man with thorns all over his body.

I don’t know if the expression of surprise on Vector’s face was too obvious. He glanced up at her, indicating that he didn’t want to talk to her, and threw a Type 06 pistol at her.

Vector was startled and hurriedly caught the gun: The gun you just fired will burn you, bastard! The gun that is not evacuated will misfire, you bastard! Vector subconsciously tried to evacuate the bullet, but unexpectedly

When he pulled it open, he saw that the barrel of the gun was empty - the two shots fired at Temukin's knees happened to empty the magazine.

Vector stared blankly at his back: Is this just a coincidence, or did he do it on purpose?