My historical mission 2

When they found

out that my location had changed, they began to follow me, and they also found the island according to the location, but the island was very well guarded, and they had no way to go to the island, so they could only listen to my voice on the boat. They heard my conversation with the masked man, and the shouts of the torture that followed. The little brother's hand was clenched tightly, he had never heard me shout so badly, even if I was so seriously injured in the bronze door before, I endured it.

He really wanted to come to me right now, but the situation was that I didn't give them a signal that they could go in. He could only resist the urge to go to the island and continue to listen to the voice of the other side of me.

I

experienced this kind of electrocution three times, and after three times, I said weakly, I am obedient, you can do whatever you tell me, please don't continue, I will die.

Hearing me say this,

that Liu did not stop, but gave me another round of electrocution before stopping, and at this time I had electric injuries on my arms and calves. I couldn't stop shaking, and I felt like my soul was floating out. Although there is an element of acting, the pain is also a real pain. It was the same two men who had just set me up, and they lifted me up and half-dragged me out of this basement to a room on the upper floor, which had only a wooden bed, and they threw me onto it. After a while, an old man walked in, carrying a medicine box in his hand, and he carefully applied medicine to the wounds on my hands and feet.

Then he left, and he didn't make a sound from the time he came in to the time he went out. I collapsed on the bed, my eyes closed and I felt the energy fluctuations around me, I could feel that my room was also monitored, and I couldn't contact my brother yet. I curled myself up and cried quietly, but mine was using my cry to send messages to people outside. Tomorrow there will be guests on the island, waiting for tomorrow to act.

I cried and fell asleep, my eyes open and I thought to myself what to do next. That's when I heard a signal from the monitor in my ear, and they said they understood.

Now I can only wait until tomorrow to act, I may be able to put down the so-called guest first, and then find a chance to rescue the children in the underground cage first. I think they went through the same experience as me to become like that. I wonder why I was brought in and the kids were still locked up below.

In fact, I didn't

sleep for long, and then someone came to my small room, and they came up and dragged me up, pulled me to a shower, picked up the water gun and washed me again, and I really didn't even have the strength to complain now. When I was done, a large bath towel was thrown over my head, and then I was thrown back into the room, when I noticed that I had just had a white shirt and a pair of white underwear on the bed. They said to me, "Put it on." I had to obediently change it, and then I was dragged upstairs again, and now I finally saw the sun, and it should be afternoon, and I was taken to a room with large floor-to-ceiling windows, and I could see the sun setting in front of the window.

I was dragged in, and

when I went in, I saw that the decoration here was really special, there was a big torture rack on the wall, and there was a large bed by the window, and I could see that there were all kinds of chains and handcuffs on the bed. There was an old foreigner with white hair sitting on the bed, who looked to be seventy or eighty years old. He sat there wearing nothing but a white bath towel over his lower body.

He stared at me for a while, looking very pleased with my thing, and he said to the two big men just now, tie me up, and those two big men tied me to the torture rack on the wall. The two big men lowered their heads and said to the old man, may I ask you what kind of tools you want to use, and the old man looked at the torture instruments hanging on the wall, there were all kinds of whips and rattans on them. He pointed to a whip full of barbs, so be it, slower.

I

could see the whip when I turned my head sideways, and it was a piece of flesh that hit me, and this old thing was so poisonous.