Heroic Death System

“Young Master Cage, it was just an appetizer. The real meal is almost here. Are you ready?” Chateau's voice carries a hint of excitement.

“Come on, I'm starving.” Shanko sounded dull and tired, making him look lazy, like a Persian cat who had just woken up and was waiting to be fed.

His blouse was spacious, exposed to skin outside, covered with burning marks and purple lines, his neck, waist, hands and feet, all wearing metal locks, and his eyebrows revealed a hint of concealment without any fear or fear.

Instead of looking like a scene of torture, the scene is more like a performance of a special nature. The boys in the cell are simply too stunning to be miserable and ugly after being tortured.

Not knowing that he was being watched by hundreds of people at the moment, he regained some strength after the aftermath of the electric shock had passed.

At this point, the end of the robotic arm rotates a few times and then extends a bunch of lasers like straw thickness, flashing red light, feeling tingling without touching the skin.

“Give you one more chance.” That evil middle-aged man's voice is ringing again in the room, "we can consider sparing your life by giving you all the information you know. ”

Chateau asked several questions in a row, all of which were silent.

“In that case, let's see how long you can keep your mouth shut.” Chateau laid idly, "our dragon tooth empire flower is a sky dome erythema, seventy-two petals, stacked in layers, like a burning flame. I'm sure your father would be very happy to have our Dragontooth Empire flower tattooed on you? ”

Pervert, pervert. If you want to insult other people's tattoos, you can do it directly with a shi! You can lift your eyes, your eyes are despicable, and your eyes, such as the cold sun and snow, are frightening.

Chateau did not laugh back and gave the operator instructions to execute.

The laser knife moved a few times, aligned with Sankoh's right chest, stabbed straight under it, and began to outline the flower slightly on the skin, making a murmuring sound.

Jean-Claude cried out in pain, his body trembled unstoppably, and blood flowed down his chest. Hair dripping, blocking his eyebrows, the color of the laser reflected in his eyes, as if condensed into a flame, slowly burning in green pupils.

Normally, this laser pattern generally does not cause much damage, but the interrogator alters the laser setting to make people feel the pain of a burning knife. Coupled with a five-fold increase in Sankoh's pain, the pain is conceivable.

The sweat quickly wets throughout the body, immerses itself in the wound and is even more painful. He passed out several times along the way and was stimulated to wake up.

The white skin is slightly reddish, the lips can be gently lifted, the whole person blooms as warm as a sky dome erythema, burning eyes, with firmness and indomitable, so beautiful to suffocate.

Chateau proposed to have people watch live broadcasts to test their reactions. After all, the people in the cell were Utrey's sons, and any nominal army that saw him suffer from it would be somewhat abnormal.

But this boy, Cage, under such torment, instead of being cowardly, is stronger, as if he were silently aggravating his companion with his own blood and will: no matter how painful it may be, persevere!

Trial operations were completely unsuccessful because of anomalies experienced by the site owners, including Cheto himself. Accelerated heartbeat, bloodthirsty, shortness of breath... like hair-love, some of them seem to be really fucking hard.

The tattoo lasted for a few minutes, and the armband was able to clear the blood and spray a hemostatic. Don't think it's over, then it's going to be colored. The coloring material is a special venom.

Chateau explained in detail the source of the venom, which he could not hear at all, and now he is almost numb, suffering every minute and every second, just trying to end it quickly.

Hot skin suddenly feels cool, not yet soothing, but also itchy from the right chest, like countless ants eating on the skin. I can't help but scrape that skin off, which is more unbearable than the previous shock and laser tattoo.

The tattoo of erythema dome is gradually shaped, and the colour of the venom is very vivid, from deep to light, and the petal layer unfolds until it disappears on the left shoulder.

It has to be said that torture in this world is not only convenient and fast, but also artistic. If they weren't themselves, they might be given a compliment.

After a century of suffering, he could have become very weak, his head resting powerlessly on the back of the chair, his eyes half-shaped, his eyes covered with a layer of water mist, disoriented and melancholy, two distinct beauty from the blooming flowers of flames in his chest.

Thinking deeply about trance, hearing Chateau ask him many questions in a row, he would only repeat four words - “I don't know”.

He really doesn't know anything, don't ask. Give him a break, calm down, or give him a sip of water and some rice congee or something.

However, annoying voices are always wrapped around his ears, constantly stimulating his nerves.

Don't say "shanko," but those who watch torture feel dry. They can go to rest at any time, but not yet. He has been out of sight for 25 consecutive hours and is extremely exhausted.

Ravel looked at the boy in the video and his eyes didn't move from beginning to end, as if he wanted to embed him in his pupils.

“General, lunchtime is up.” Kahn notified Ravel with a contact.

“No more eating.” Ravel whispered, “Don't bother me if it's not urgent this afternoon. ”

“… Yes.” Kahn was eager to ask about the torture, but unfortunately the timing was wrong and he could only temporarily suppress the doubts in his mind.

After lunch, people left and returned to their respective positions to continue watching the torture.

It was a torture that no one would want to miss. They were amazed at the boy's style and wanted to see how long he could last.

Ten times the pain, it's not something that ordinary people can tolerate, and the army trains soldiers, and it only activates five times the perception. Five times more perceptions include hearing, vision, smell, etc., not just pain. But the boy suffered ten times as much pain as he did.

In the face of this torment, even the Iron Man may not last for hours, but he has persisted all day and all night. How can this require strong willpower and endurance?

Over time, people's perception of boys gradually shifted from stunning hunting wonders to admiration.

Ravel did not return to his residence until dusk.

As soon as we walked into the lobby, we saw Gabriel approaching, and the first sentence was: "When are we leaving, Lord Ravel? I'm afraid it won't be too late. ”

Ravel ignored his words and gave his coat to the housekeeper without delay.

“His Excellency Ravel.” Gabriel looked at him anxiously.

Ravel glanced at him and his eyes were clear. A few hours ago, he had no opinion of Gabriel, but he felt a little uncomfortable after seeing Cage.

Gabriel never said a good word about Cage or cared about his life or death so long after coming to the mansion. The boy had been tortured in the interrogation room and had not retreated in the slightest, while he was safe under his protection and had not forgotten his life. By contrast, high and low stand out.

Ravel's life is monotonous and has no interest in anything other than military affairs.

But that boy, for the first time, made him deeply aware of beauty. So tenacious, so refreshing, like a jewel, the more glorious the grinding.

Ravel felt that there was nothing in the world more worthy of honor than beauty. He brought his own shock, leaving an indelible mark in his heart.

The following day it continued live, with an additional 60 to 70 viewers.

There are 31 hours left.

The interrogators initially sought information, but then they began to enjoy the pleasure-sensition of abuse.

The deeper Cage is like a treasure trove, the more wonderful it is to discover it. Torture and pain make him look even more moving.

As a result, it was fortunate to experience thirty-six different forms of abuse, but the big moves he was expecting did not appear, and those people seemed to prefer slow paced torture.

Fortunately, the effects of the sensitizer disappeared after thirty hours and the system reduced the pain by 50%, finally allowing him to breathe. In the eyes of outsiders, the increasingly cruel tactics were more painful to him than the initial electric shock and tattoo.

Twenty hours to go.

The spirit of Sankoh almost reached the brink of breakdown, prolonged abuse and fatigue, depriving him of normal thinking skills and even the strength of the scolding system.

He will not hesitate to refuse to publish this “100% Completed by Sitting" again in the future!

He'd rather go to war, pick up the desert, be a savage than “sit” to finish the mission!

14 hours.

Chateau finally made a big move, using a special instrument to break the bone size of his limbs.

Just a string of crisp sounds, from ankles to knees, from fingertips to the shoulder blades... and by this time, no more sound.

People watching the video sucked in a cold breath of air.

“Young Master Cage, you really impress me.” The sound of Chateau's sighing came, "and under such severe torture, you could still persist. I don't think you'll talk about it if you keep going. That being the case, I have decided to use mental shock control directly against you. ”

The so-called mental shock control, which controls the spirits of others and makes them listen to them, is similar to hypnosis, but extremely harmful. Once mental shock control is used, the user's mind consciousness is completely obliterated.

Still can hang your head, no reaction.

Ravel held his fist gently, suppressing himself from revealing a slight unusual reaction, but his heart was overwhelming.

Give him a little more time. Just an hour. No, 40 minutes!

Not knowing Ravel's anxiety, he raised his head slightly, thinking it was finally over, and had to show a comforting smile on his face.

Chateau didn't think he could laugh now. He felt despised and couldn't help but cry out, “What are you laughing at? ”

He could gaze at the metal wall in front of him, knowing that the interrogator was on the other side of the wall.

Now that it was almost over, he decided to pretend to be the last one, after all he had suffered so long, he had to return the favor.

He lifted his lips, picked on his eyebrows, and had some dark eyes, like being lit up, emitting a brilliant glow, his eyes like a note, looking straight ahead, exhausting his final strength, slowly and firmly spewing out five words: “Cruz, he will die. ”