Me and Xiaobaguan after-sales

There were cold and gleaming needles, knives, pliers, and beauty tools neatly arranged.

Operative 2 makes a rumbling sound.

It's not that the tools are dirty.

On the contrary, all the tools are clean and can be used as mirrors.

Even the placement location has a fixed position.

It was because they were so neat that Person 2 could tell at a glance where these things were used, so he felt like vomiting.

"Thank you for your hard work in carrying him up." Shi's tone was still polite.

The deformation of the chair under the woman's buttocks is called a cross.

"What are you going to do? You beast."

The woman struggled frantically.

"Your beauty is not worth my beastly treatment once." Shi replied calmly.

“You’re a pervert!

Do you have a mother-in-law..."

Before the woman could finish her scolding, Shi grabbed her chin with one hand.

“Once we start midway we won’t stop.

Will this woman still be useful to you later on?"

Shi turned around and politely asked staff 1.

"We just want intelligence, we don't need anything else." Personnel 1 responded quickly.

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation."

The moment the poem turned its head, its overall temperament changed.

Take out a small machine.

The sound of reading aloud could be heard.

Poems were played through the small loudspeaker.

Shi closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his face was filled with murderous intent.

The woman was indeed a tough nut to crack. After Shi had been trying for ten minutes, the woman still didn't give out what Person 1 wanted.

"Xiang Lin, you should have a thousand men riding ten thousand men..."

A knife was inserted precisely into the gap between the woman's shoulder blades.

"She may not be completely complete in the following, but I will definitely get the most accurate information you want while she is still alive."

Shi slowly drew out the knife.

No matter how the woman screamed, the knife slowly inserted into another bone gap.

Wherever the knife stops, a card will be reserved for poetry.

The cards were marked with silver thread.

The following scenes are quite bloody, please use your imagination.

"Fuck your mother, kill me if you have the guts." The man in charge of the interrogation let out a shrill roar.

"I don't do anything immoral, and I'm not interested in your mother." Shu answered seriously.

Person 2 has vomited twice.

He suddenly thought it would be better to switch rooms with Staff 1!

Similarly, Person 1 is thinking the same thing now!

"I know there are four more people, they are..." The woman weakly named the hidden members of her team.

Personnel 1 recorded the information at a high speed while also trying to suppress the urge to vomit.

Shi saw that Personnel 1 had finished recording, and then continued to work.

“I have told you everything I know.

You promised to give me a quick death!"

The woman couldn't help but tremble and screamed loudly at Shi.

"Yes, I said, tell me everything you know, and I will kill you."

Shi slowly took out a disinfectant wipe to disinfect the tools in his hand.

"How did you know the base commander's name?

Who issued the order you received to enter our base?

I don't care about these issues.

But you scolded our base commander, so I have to take you back.

There are still many new people in the department waiting to get started!"

The tool was inserted into the woman's mouth, extending, hooking and retracting.

A piece of soft meat fell onto the tarp.

Personnel 1 finally couldn't help but rush out of the room.

When I went out, I met person 2 who rushed out at the same time and in the same posture.

Neither of them was in the mood to greet each other.

Then I heard the sound of violent vomiting coming from the bathroom.

Shi calmly untied the man.

"It's incomplete. The boss will probably scold you." Shu glanced at the door.

"You're not doing any better over there!

Is he still alive?" Shi smiled warmly.

"Well, he'll be full of energy after two days of rest." Shu glanced at the man sitting on the chair next to him.

There are bandages wrapped around the armpits, leg creases, and thighs.

You don't need to look to know that under the belt must be the book's tools.

"How many tools are used?" book

“12 kinds, I’m not very good at this.

What about you?

"3 kinds." Shu was tidying up the interrogation room he was in charge of.

By the time personnel 1 and 2 returned, the trainees had been replaced in front of the poem.

"I'm sorry to have you see this scene.

Due to time constraints, cleaning staff are currently unable to come in.

Please don’t mind.”

The book is still polite.

Although her apology was sincere, the woman was still hung on the brace.

After the escort hung the woman up, he turned around and left.

He didn't even look around.

The situation with books is similar to that with poetry.

The second batch ends and the third batch begins.

The poem has emotions!

"Excuse me, is there also a lady in the room opposite?"

"What?! You only caught men and no women?"

Both doors opened at the same time, then faced the people in the room.

The poem here is better, at least the woman's clothes are still intact, and she is hanging on the cross.

Some of the books are not suitable for children.

The man was stripped naked, with only a palm-sized piece of cloth covering his vital parts.

People's limbs were also tied tightly to the armrests and chair legs.

"Change?"

"Yes." Poetry.

The two of them just changed rooms with their own tools.

After following up on 1 and 2 and returning to the room, I felt relieved to see that the person I was responsible for following up on had been replaced.

More than ten minutes later, the two met again in the corridor and went to the bathroom to vomit together.

For efficiency and quality!

Painting, piano, chess, and tea all came to help.

The interrogation process of each person corresponds to their code name.

Painting is painting on people.

Red-hot needles and other tools.

The paint is made from blood and ink.

Create a painting based on certain words from the mouth of the person being interrogated.

If the skin is well maintained, the artist will peel off the skin after the painting is completed and let the person being examined appreciate it.

Qin is, well, a little bloody.

When Qin took out her tools, she was still suspected by the follow-up personnel.

"Is there any problem with such a thin silk thread?" The follow-up staff were indeed worried.

A thread thinner than a hair.

"Let's talk after you finish reading it." Qin felt unhappy.

Next, the follow-up personnel felt extremely regretful for their recklessness.

He just has a bad mouth. Now he won’t be able to sleep well for the rest of his life!

The stuff of nightmares.

The silk thread was wrapped around the tip of the finger, and with a pull, the fingertip fell off.

Even the skin and bones fell off!

The blood only flowed out after the bones fell to the ground with a sound.

The small iron piece, which had turned red, was directly placed on the bleeding area.

The bleeding stopped and the aroma of meat came out.

One finger at a time.

Each time it is two centimeters thick.

What is even more unacceptable is...

Jean would piece together the fallen items as they were and place them right in front of the trainee.

If you don't look down at your wounds, you won't be afraid.