This time, the brocade-robed man refused to speak no matter what.
Because it was not a secret that could be casually revealed like a name.
Two kinds of fears intertwined and clashed in his heart. A look of despair appeared on his face as he looked at Sun Lang with pleading eyes. At this moment, the most difficult thing was undoubtedly to make a choice. Whether he spoke or not, he was unable to bear the consequences.
"I understand, brother Gong Gongchun, I understand very well.
If you can talk about this so casually, I wouldn't have tied you to this chair. "
To his surprise, the demonic man opposite him did not immediately kill him. Instead, he patted his shoulder kindly. But the more he acted like this, the more afraid Gong Chun was. This was because he did not know what kind of tyrannical power was hidden under the seemingly calm appearance of the man. He did not know what kind of treatment he would receive next. Every time the man patted his shoulder, Gong Chun's body trembled as if he had been electrocuted. Perhaps the next pat would bring endless pain and torment.
However, the other party was still talking to him slowly, "Eunuch Chun'er, I think that the wisdom and potential of human beings is limitless. This is most directly reflected in two situations. First, when a person's life is hanging by a thread. Second, when a person wants another person's life to be hanging by a thread, but he can't die even if he begs for it... In the former situation, human beings may erupt with shocking potential, and in the latter situation, the evil in people's hearts will be infinitely magnified..."
"I have seen too many of these, whether it is the East or the West.
If you don't see it with your own eyes, you won't know how twisted and perverted a person can become. War has turned us all into ghosts, slowly warping our humanity and turning our morals into a joke. I've seen countless torture experts, I've seen countless cruel tortures, the most difficult situations will often give birth to the cruelest Man Killer Fiends, and the only outcome of a madman is death. "
He patted Gong Chun's shoulder and sighed, "This is one of the most important lessons that war has taught me … No matter what, do not lose your humanity. The consequences of not being a human are very serious, unless you are a loser."
"This is very difficult. You know, veterans who retire from the battlefield will always have some psychological problems … I try not to remember the past, I try not to become like that."
Sun Lang slowly pressed Gong Chun's head and said softly, "So, you better cooperate, do you understand?
The girl outside is still waiting. In order not to scare her young heart, I have decided to be merciful and not use those too cruel methods … "
Gong Chun was slightly relieved, but the next moment, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He was almost scared out of his wits.
The five fingers pressing on his head suddenly exerted force, and Gong Chun felt a splitting headache. His brain buzzed, and countless bizarre colors appeared in front of his eyes. But no matter what illusion appeared in front of his eyes, Sun Lang's eyes looking at him had been deeply engraved in his soul. That pair of calm eyes suddenly emitted a fierce murderous intent, and a blood-red color that made people's hearts palpitate appeared in their depths. It made people feel as if their souls had been sucked into an Asura killing field that was overflowing with blood and fire!
Sun Lang's tone was still calm, but every word was like a sharp sword, directly piercing into Gong Chun's soul, making him involuntarily frightened. "I don't care who you are. I just want you to open your mouth and tell me, what are you looking for, and who sent you to find it.
I have no interest in turning you, and I don't have any bargaining chips to turn you, but I have some skills, some skills that I have learned in my long career on the battlefield. They can make you suffer, make you regret, and make you despair. "
"I also have a cold and ruthless heart. Without hesitation and pity, I can let you suffer the cruelest fate in the world."
"If you are greedy and lustful, I will castrate you. If you are proud of your identity as a warrior, I will destroy your martial arts, cut your tendons, and make you no different from a disabled person. If you have a decent job, serve a big force, and enjoy a life of luxury, then I will throw you on the street to accompany the beggars … Generally speaking, I will let my enemies face what they are afraid of. It has always been like this."
He grabbed Gong Chun's head and calmly said, "And all of this can be avoided, as long as you tell me the answer I want."
The bloody light and brutality in the ranger's eyes were so strong that it made people's hearts palpitate. His hands were even trembling a little, trembling because of excitement and fury. He was searching for the answer, because at the end of the answer, there might be something he could never forget in his life, or it might be the hatred that had lasted for eight years, or it might be the fate that no one could escape. With a low roar, his five fingers pressed down on Gong Chun's divine spirit, lifting him up along with the chair. He roared, "Speak!
Who are you looking for! "
That roar was like the most terrible thunder in the world, shaking Gong Chun's ears and awakening the most primitive fear in his heart. He instantly collapsed and shouted, "Magic weapon!
The higher-ups sent me to find the magic weapon! "
Time stopped at that moment.
Everything seemed to be still.
The tyrannical killing intent dissipated, and the terror that lingered in the soul dissipated like a tide. Instead, it was replaced by a voice full of doubt and surprise. "Huh?"
Then the ranger silently let go of his hand, and with a bang, Gong Chun fell to the ground with the chair.
A moment later, Sun Lang silently took a step forward and punched again, sending Gong Chunlian and her chair flying for five or six meters. The man in brocade clothes was beaten until he was dizzy, but it was only physical pain. The torture of the sword qi had yet to come. This punch was not so much an extortion, but rather a venting of anger. He struggled and protested, "I've already said it!
Why did you hit me again!? "
"I'm hitting idiots like you who use chicken feathers as arrows."
Sun Lang went up and kicked him a few times. "Motherf * cker, what's a small character like you trying to show off for? You blew up an F-rank errand mission into an SS-rank large-scale epic mission. You made me happy for nothing.
Damn it!
Damn it!
If you want to pick up trash, just pick up trash. Why did you make such a big fuss … "
Zhang Yinluo knocked on the door outside. "Hey, what's wrong?
I just heard the sound of a chair falling to the ground. Did you hit someone again? "
Gong Chun was stunned at first, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Sun Lang became incomparably frightened. The murderous aura was so strong that it almost made a martial artist like him break down and lose control of himself. And the other party was extorting a confession and roaring, but to the woman outside, it was just the sound of a chair falling to the ground?
Sun Lang kicked him again and said, "It's okay. I got the answer. Come in."
Zhang Yinluo pushed the door open and first looked at Gong Chun, who was lying on the ground and crying in a low voice. He did not have any injuries, and then looked around. There was no blood, no strange liquid, and no smell. She breathed a sigh of relief and walked in.
Sun Lang said unhappily, "What's with the look in your eyes?
There's no blood. Are you unhappy? "
"I knew it. Although you have a sharp tongue, you do things with a sense of propriety, so I didn't stop you at that time. Instead, I went out and waited …" Zhang Yinluo said with a smile, "Sure enough, I didn't trust the wrong person. He didn't lose any arms or legs, and there's no strange smell on him. It seems that he didn't receive any excessive treatment. That's right. Even if you want to interrogate, you can't just torture …"
Gong Chun opened his mouth and then silently turned his head to the side.
Zhang Yinluo said, "What did you get?"
Sun Lang snorted unhappily. "After all this fuss, you're just here to pick up trash."
"Trash?
What trash? "
The ranger spread out his hands. "Magic equipment."
"What's a magic equipment … Hey, hey, hey, hey?" Zhang Yinluo was shocked, and her eyes widened. "Which magic equipment are you talking about?"
"Magic equipment, as the name suggests, is the equipment used by demons. Haven't you heard of it?"
Sun Lang said calmly, "A foreign invading race left, lost, and destroyed all kinds of equipment in the Divine Land during the war. Because the Empire named their race the Extraterrestrial Sky Demon, the things they left behind are collectively called magic equipment.
This race was the protagonist of the two Wars of Heaven's Origin. The first time, they almost wiped out the entire human civilization, and the second time, they plunged the world into the flames of war that lasted for decades. In addition, their appearance completely changed the direction of human civilization. The five most powerful countries in the world have completely different scientific and technological directions and military forces. The essence and source of their development are the reverse analysis of the legacy left by the invaders after the First War of Heaven's Origin. Because of this, human beings gained the power to win the Second War of Heaven's Origin. "
"And this race, the Empire called them the Extraterrestrial Sky Demon. Westerners have different names for them, such as demons, spirits …" Sun Lang turned his head and said calmly, "And I'm used to calling them … aliens."