Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

【132 Tough Interrogation】

An Yi walked slowly from the research room at this time, stood next to An Yan and said with a smile: "Brother, apart from Xiaozhi, when have we ever seen so many expressions on the young master's face?"

An Yan also smiled, "In the last public opinion poll in the family, everyone seemed to have a smile on the young master. Ten years later."

The two of them couldn't help but smile as they watched the loving scene of the eldest young master arranging Miss Song's hair, which became increasingly messy.

"I heard that someone has been running very diligently in the underground cell recently!" An Yi suddenly spoke up, looking at An Yan with malicious eyes.

An Yan coughed twice, "The young master asked me to help the third young master interrogate the sniper..."

"I wish you and Miss Bai a long life together," An Yi sneered and patted An Yan on the shoulder, "The success of the An family depends entirely on you, brother."

An Yan said sternly, "No matter how big or small you are, you are the one. It's important to find a date as soon as possible."

An Yi shrugged and smiled, "Haha, I will never be able to get married in this life."

There is a man who spends his whole life looking at her, guarding her, and holding her... like the devil's eyes that are always behind her...

An Yan saw the bitterness on An Yi's face and understood the bitterness in An Yi's heart. The hope on his handsome face turned into a sigh.

"The young master called us."

An Yi pushed him and walked forward——

"An Yi, I'm fine now, right? I should be able to go to the underground cell to watch the interrogation, right?" Zhizhi grabbed An Yi's hand and blinked hard.

"Ms. Song's eyelids are cramped?"

Nangong Jue reminded him with a sneer.

Zhizhi's eyelids twitched instantly...

An Yi looked at the young master's serious expression and carefully continued: "Uh... yes, it's okay. Generally speaking... it's okay."

Song Xiaozhi raised his head and raised his eyebrows at Nangong Jue, "Young master, did you hear that? You have no reason to stop asking me to go."

"Just in case, An Yi, you're coming too," Nangong Jue ordered. He turned around and coldly threatened Song Xiaozhi, "I'd better pray that you don't get sick, otherwise."

Turned around and left.

Zhizhi felt convulsed all over this time...

People who leave half a threat like this are all in need of a hammer, right?

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The Nangong family's prison cell was not as dark and perverted as Song Xiaozhi imagined. At least it had a bed, a chair, and a coffee machine that occupied a large area.

"The humanity of the Nangong family turns out to be reflected here." Zhizhi sighed.

"Human nature..." An Yi gave her a strange look, "Xiao Zhi, the bed is a torture bed that can drop to dozens of degrees below zero, the chair is an electric chair, and the coffee machine is just a packaging on the outside, with various orders inside.

A chronic poison that makes people miserable..."

Song Xiaozhi was silent.

She didn't think about anything just now, and she didn't say anything.

When he arrived at a prison cell in the middle, he opened the door and went in. Song Xiaozhi saw two tall foreign men. One of them passed out and the other was still awake. Although he looked at them with fear in his eyes, he still suppressed his indifference.

right.

There were whip marks and torture marks all over their bodies, their fingers had lost the ability to move, their whole bodies had a layer of blisters as if they had been scalded with boiling water, and their faces were covered with various scars.

It was intact, with only one mouth left.

Because their value is only this.

"Are you still insisting?" An Yan asked in English, "We still have many punishments that you can't expect. I believe you want to experience them."

The man cursed, closed his eyes and ignored An Yan.

When An Yan turned around, Nangong Jue whispered, "Skin him alive."

Song Xiaozhi suddenly broke into sweat...

She saw that although the man's face paled, he still hummed and said nothing.

Most of these people have grown up in a certain family since they were young. They have been instilled with the idea of ​​protecting the family since they were young, and they have also undergone very strict training to become death warriors. No matter how severe the punishment you use to extract a confession, it is impossible to extract a confession from them.

Finally forced out the truth,

Song Xiaozhi knew this very well.

"Wait a minute," she said to An Yan, "I don't think I can do anything. Give them a sedative and ask them to have a good sleep."

An Yan was surprised, "Miss Song...the gun on your body was made by them..."

"Listen to her."

Nangong Jue answered, "Bring me a mild sedative and give them an injection so they can have a good sleep."

The group of them exited the prison cell. When they went out, Zhizhi saw the prisoner giving her a strange look.

"Zhizhi, are you implementing a policy of inducing confessions?" An Yi was puzzled, "This trick has been used before, and it has little effect."

"What kind of enemies are you trying to lure? I just saw that the dark circles under their eyes were too heavy and the bags under their eyes were too big, so I wanted them to rest a little longer."

Nangong Jue glanced at Song Xiaozhi who answered with a smile, and sat down.

This woman may be a bit idiotic at ordinary times, but when she is confident, she is really beautiful.

Thirty minutes...

Micro-sedatives can cause people to wake up after about thirty minutes of sleep. Song Xiaozhi counted the time and returned to the prison cell with Nangong Jue and others.

An Yi said: "The pain in their bodies will prevent them from falling asleep except for passing out. They will wake up as soon as the sedatives wear off."

Song Xiaozhi thought for a while, "How long will it take to wake up?"

"Three minutes at most."

Zhizhi lowered his head and saw that the eyelids of one of them, who had been sleeping since he arrived, trembled, his eyelashes moved slightly, and he opened his slightly hazy eyes...

The five seconds between sleep and wakefulness are the best time to use unsuspectingly.

Zhizhi suddenly moved, and before anyone had time to react, he quickly jumped from the wheelchair in front of the man, lifted up his collar, raised his hand and slapped him hard in the face——

"What's your favorite food?"

"What's your favorite color?"

"Is there a woman you like?"

“What’s your favorite show on TV?”

"When was the last time you went to the supermarket?"

"What did you eat last time?"

"Who was the boss you met last time?"

A series of slaps and a series of questions fell from the sky. The man was not fully awake yet, so he was dazed and passive and started to answer quick questions.

"Fried rice, red, no, travel show, never been to the supermarket, bread, Jack Hess and Mr. Jack Heka..."

Zhizhi stopped immediately, raised her lips and smiled at him, "Be good."

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