Under normal circumstances, Xie Yuan should have fled back to the ground immediately after arriving at this site and reported the news elsewhere.
Because Pavel would not let him go, he knew that even if Pavel was fully willing now, he would only need to report Xie Yuan's information.
But he needed information. Simply put, curiosity killed the cat.
He had a hunch that as long as he got to their interrogation room, he would be able to get a glimmer of the truth about this foggy war.
But can he withstand the torture of the intelligence agencies?
Fortunately, Xie Yuan is not someone who must be killed - everyone who knows Xie Yuan knows that keeping him alive is of greater value than letting him die.
Otherwise, I have heard before that in the criminal law of the KGB prison, there is a very simple, no technical skill, but very cruel execution type torture - towel.
Why are towels scary? The executioner would twist the water-soaked towel into a long strip and stuff it into the victim's esophagus and stomach. The towel would then unfold, be digested by the gastric acid, and then stick to the stomach wall.
Think about it, if someone took the towel out of your mouth and pulled it out - then you would see the wall of your stomach coming out of your throat.
This will cause the person to live in pain for more than ten minutes before the stomach acid corrodes the organs and dies.
This is the most unreasonable execution technique that Xie Yuan has ever encountered. Needless to say, there are others. Although compared to the East and Europe with a long history, there are more skilled Yingying Jiang, Mao Xiong's techniques are famous for being rough.
But it's practical enough.
But after a while of mental construction, Xie Yuan decided to participate in this interrogation - after all, he was not a professional agent, and this was the only thing missing from all the training. If he had not even experienced actual combat, how could he be called an "agent"?
But let yourself be abused... Xie Yuan also smiled bitterly that he suddenly became "cheap".
However, Xie Yuan, who was relieved, still fully enjoyed the joy of standing in the theater, giving some relief to all the homeless people he met, dismantling the weapons on his hands into parts and wrapping them in a private space such as a toilet. Put it into the storage space.
Now Xie Yuan didn't have a gun except for the knife on his body. All the guns were sold to the gun shop in exchange for bullets.
Then when Pavel came to pick her up, he was still enjoying a still high-quality cancan dance at the front seat of the theater stage.
Finally, under the leadership of Pavel, Xie Yuan was brought to the restaurant and served a table of sumptuous dishes.
Mushrooms, pancakes, soup, and fish? Xie Yuan immediately rubbed his hands happily and sat on the chair.
Pavel raised his glass while sitting across from Xie Yuan and said: "Aha, great, let's just have a few drinks, Artyom!"
"Ymm Ymm, okay, hurry up and have one!" In an instant, he stuffed a piece of cake into his mouth, chewed it randomly for a few mouthfuls, and after swallowing, he picked up the wine glass, touched Pavel's glass, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Fierce!" Xie Yuan felt like he drank a ball of fire as soon as he drank it, the Volga was over 90 degrees! Moreover, he was given pill-breaking drugs, as he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to die.
"Bah! Ah, good wine! It has great staying power!" Pavel seemed to suddenly transform into a red-line salesman, "This is a good place, but... well... it's not as good as home, you know? (Looking at a Xie Yuan, the arrogant and arrogant person)
…You know, I’m traveling around the metro world and everyone’s talking about the fucking Red Army Front, it’s such a fucking place, no food, killing innocent people, you can get arrested for telling a joke… Wait, let’s go in have a drink. "
Pavel directly gave Xie Yuan wine from a bottle, then poured it for himself from another bottle, and then raised his glass: "Cheers, Artyom!"
Xie Yuan picked up the wine glass without showing any signs of weakness and poured it into his mouth. "Ha". With the experience of drinking the first glass, Xie Yuan no longer drank so hotly.
But my brain is getting more and more "dizzy"... Xie Yuan pretends to be drunk and has always been a second-rate actor.
Pavel was definitely drinking the same amount of Volga, and this scream of joy was sincere: "Oh my god, then, um... yes, our life is a bit harsh - a party, a leader, a concept .
But we have order and divide everything equally. Food, medicine, fuel, shelter, it is true that there are no rich people - but there are no poor people either. "
Then Pavel immediately filled up his and Xie Yuan's wine glasses, and the two drank together again. Of course, the wine is separate.
After sitting down again, Pavel immediately brought the topic back: "Wow, my God, where did I say it... Ah, yes, yes! Look... at the platform opposite! They are eating people. , treating his own children as slaves... It's like being in the Stone Age! A man transforms from a human into a beast!
do you know? Order, order! That's what matters most, that's... that's our salvation. "
"So believe it or not, I am a Red Line soldier - born as a Red Line man and die as a Red Line ghost! Have a drink for order!"
He stood up again and filled their respective wine glasses. After Pavel stood up and raised a glass to invite Xie Yuan, Xie Yuan immediately grabbed the wine glass and drank it down.
Looking at the wine glass that Pavel put down and the uniformed soldiers who gradually came out, Xie Yuan also knew that Pavel had fulfilled his obligations as a soldier in the end - there was nothing to blame, there was nothing wrong with a soldier sacrificing his own morality for the sake of the country. Woolen cloth?
It's a pity that Pavel, who is willing to do whatever it takes for the ideal country in his heart, will soon find that he is just a puppet who is being manipulated.
"I believe that if you have a chance to unify the subway, maybe the alliance can reappear on the land of Moscow." With a pair of drunken eyes, Xie Yuan looked a little sad, "But unfortunately, you have too many enemies... …There are too many, everywhere…there are…enemies, and you…can’t defeat them.”
At this point, Xie Yuan's words became quieter and quieter, and in the end he lay directly on the table, making a "clang" sound, and then snoring loudly.
"Hey, what enemy? Who is the enemy?" After hearing Xie Yuan's words, Pavel realized that Xie Yuan had already seen through his thoughts - no wonder he ate so cleanly!
But what exactly did Xie Yuan say? Why does he have such a mentality of breaking the jar and throwing it away? This threat is not hostile, but a despair under pessimism.
What exactly does Xie Yuan know? Pavel directly picked up Xie Yuan, trying to slap him repeatedly to wake him up, and even poured wine on his face... Unfortunately, Xie Yuan, who had been drinking a high degree of volga plus pills, really couldn't sleep.
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Looking at Xie Yuan sleeping soundly, Pavel could only order: "Privates, take this comrade into the car."
"Yes, Major/Sir." Two uniformed soldiers with live ammunition saluted Pavel, who was not wearing a hat and a bare head, and then pulled the unconscious Xie Yuan out of the restaurant.
It turns out that this Pavel is a fucking major! grass! Xie Yuan, who was in an out-of-body state, was half out of his body and looked at Pavel who was being saluted and was speechless.
"Wait, you little brat," Xie Yuan looked at his obviously swollen face with a sinister expression, "Don't fall into my hands, I'll slap you back twice as hard!"
In this way, Xie Yuan once again strayed away from the original plan and ran to the center of the red line.
