Struggle in Russia

The military police colonel's attitude toward Lemo didn't seem strange. He just smiled slightly, then waved his hands and said to the left and right: "It seems that Mr. Lemo hasn't figured out the situation yet. Gentlemen, please help Mr. Lemo wake up. "

As he said that, he took out his pocket watch and checked the time: "I'll give you half an hour. I hope Mr. Lemo can cooperate obediently!"

Lemo was surprised. The other party's attitude was indeed a bit too tough or too dismissive of him.

After all, he is an Austrian, and now Austria is much stronger than Russia. Aren't these guys afraid of angering Austria?

But now there really wasn't much time left for him. The military police colonel had already walked to the door. As long as he hesitated for a moment, he would have gone out, and then he would really enjoy half an hour of special hospitality.

He didn't want to suffer the pain of flesh and blood, but it would be a bit of a loss for him to be so submissive. Do we really want him to bow to these little Moldavian Karami?

At this moment, the gendarme colonel opened the door and stepped out with one foot, and those ferocious gendarmes also surrounded him. Lemo shuddered when he saw those chilling instruments of torture!

A good man never suffers any immediate loss!

"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!"

Lemo shouted in panic, and the military police colonel smiled contemptuously, turned around gracefully, pretending to be confused and asked: "What's the matter, Mr. Lemo? Do you still want to protest?"

Lemo's face darkened and his teeth itched with hatred. He really wanted to say harsh words, not to scare the other party, but to hope that the other party would not go too far!

But judging from the other party’s tone, this is probably too much to hope for!

"What do you want?" Lemo asked through gritted teeth.

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the military police colonel, and he lectured sinisterly: "What do I want? This is really funny! Mr. Lemo, you came to our territory to make trouble, made Ukraine a mess, and then asked us What do you think? Haha, don’t you think this is a bit shameless?”

Before Lemo could speak, he said viciously: "I want to rip off the heads of you **** **** and throw your bodies to feed the dogs. What do you think?"

Lemo blurted out: "You're Russian! Damn it, you're Russian!"

The military police colonel smiled ferociously and said: "It seems that you have finally realized the seriousness of the problem. How do you think I should deal with you? How about letting you disappear like this?"

Lemo's Adam's apple moved, and it was obvious that there were beads of sweat on his forehead. It was obvious that he was scared.

He said harshly: "I am an Austrian citizen, you can't do this!"

The military police colonel patted his cheek and sneered: "What about Austrian citizens? This is Moldavia, not Vienna. It has never been up to you to decide here. If I want you to disappear, you have to disappear. Do you believe it or not?" Your Ministry of Foreign Affairs doesn’t know how to fart?”

Lemo did not speak, but he knew very well that the Ministry of Foreign Affairs could not really go to war with Russia because of him, a little pawn. At most, there were only a few words, or even no words at all.

Faced with the other party's unabashed murderous intent, he had better think about how to save his life!

"What exactly do you want!"

The military police colonel looked at the emotional Lemo and shook his head and said: "You Austrians are still so cruel and cruel. Even though you know that it is me who has the final say now, you still have to talk hard and show how innocent and strong you are... It's really annoying. Your affectation is as hypocritical as your waltz!”

After a pause, he continued: "There is only one way before you now. Account for your accomplices honestly, tell all about your superiors and subordinates, and write a letter of repentance, describing all the destructive things you have done. Everything has been explained clearly.”

Lemo suddenly became anxious, pulled his neck and roared: "This is impossible!"

The military police colonel shook his head again: "Nothing is impossible. You don't have to write if you don't want to. Then go through all these punishments like a hero. As long as you can survive it, how about I promise to treat you like a hero?"

Lemo took a look at those horrific torture instruments. To be honest, he was scared. He had used these tools to torture people many times before. He knew very well how much damage these torture instruments could cause.

He didn't want to be tortured until he became a human being, but once the confession was written, his future would be over. Maybe he will be taken to court and sentenced!

He didn't want to be tortured by his own people just after escaping from the clutches of the Russians!

He hurriedly said: "Let me tell you, it's easy to explain to both the upline and the downline, but I will never write a confession!"

The military police colonel laughed. This laughter made Lemo feel a little hairy. He always felt that the next second this guy would open his **** mouth and eat him alive!

"Don't be so absolute!" The military police colonel patted his cheek again, "Didn't you still say that you were innocent before, and you still wanted to protest or something? Look, how old is UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com You changed your mind after a while, I believe you will be willing to write it!"

Lemo's face changed slightly, he hesitated but immediately gritted his teeth and said: "This is not negotiable!"

The military police colonel smiled nonchalantly and said: "Some people just don't know where their bottom line is. They think they are heroes, but in fact they are just a puddle of mud! For example, you are no different from mud in my eyes!"

As he spoke, he clapped his palms and said to the left and right: "Come on, help Mr. Lemo loosen his muscles and bones!"

The military policeman holding a whip came over immediately, and without saying a word, he hung Lemo up, swung the whip, and slapped his head and face with a greeting.

Suddenly there were screams in the interrogation room, and the military police beat him for ten minutes before he put away his whip and stepped aside. At this time, Lemo was covered in scars and it was a burning pain!

"How is it, Mr. Lemo, are your muscles relaxed?"

Lemo gasped and twitched as he replied: "I...I will never write a confession!"

The military police colonel snapped his fingers: "Very good. You have exceeded my expectations. You are somewhat like a man... But you have to think about it. It won't be so easy next time. You may be in trouble for the rest of your life." You have to stay in bed!"

Lemo looked at the military police colonel and then at the torture instruments around him. He was obviously very hesitant. After struggling for a while, he gritted his teeth and replied: "I can't write it! If you have the ability, kill me!"

The military police colonel smiled more and more happily, like a little boy who found a brand new toy, and he ordered happily: "It's boring to kill you! Gentlemen, get moving! Let Mr. Lemo taste the taste of the soldering iron! Fire Be more prosperous and don’t let Mr. Lemo down!”