The scream of a man echoing the fort.
That voice echoing the walls of the fort and echoing in every corner was as if it were not the voice that an adult man would normally make.
That's a voice begging me to stop and a scream from severe pain.
Rewind the time a little.
Major General Wilson was untied of the rope that had tied his torn body and is now secured to the chair, with two soldiers holding his body by its side.
To keep each chair from collapsing.
And one more soldier is holding his left arm against his desk.
Patrick slowly peeled his nails off as he inserted the knife slightly between his pinky nails, on his pressed left hand.
Screaming for pain, Major General Wilson.
Major General Wilson screams each time he lightly stabs his left hand pinky fingertip with a knife tip that is missing and peeled out.
To Patrick, who laughs at it funny, he sees the sight and blues his face. Soldier of the holding clerk.
I said I would look over Patrick's interrogation, his deputy, Colonel Cubes, keeping his nail-free pinky in direct view, not making it a microscopic one.
Next on the pinky finger is the drug finger, Patrick, who will do the same work.
The middle finger, index finger, thumb, and left hand nail were all stripped off, and the fingertip was stabbed by a knife, so it is a bump.
"You ready to talk?
Patrick asks Major General Wilson,
"Shit... Ran, I don't know"
And Major General Wilson, who spoke out to squeeze it out.
"Ahhh! Well, let's continue."
Feeling light, folding the knife and putting it in his pocket, he grabbed the sword in his right hip with his right hand, held Major General Wilson's left hand with his left hand, put the sword in his fingertip of the Zutazuta, and shook it up softly, knocking it straight at his fingertips.
Bang, the sound of the sword hitting the wooden desk, the meat at the fingertips of the bumps, rolling on the desk.
Patrick, who doesn't look like he cared, such as Major General Wilson's scream, shakes the sword up again and drops it.
From his fingertips in millimeters, Major General Wilson's left pinky finger is cut off with a sword.
An object like a bamboo wheel stuffed with cucumbers increases on the desk. I don't want to eat bamboo rings with tomato sauce.
The pinky and pharmacopoeia on my left hand were already gone to the ground.
And when the swordfish was about to be swung down at the end of his middle finger,
"It's Princess Sophia! The second princess of Sofia is to be enslaved and given to the Kingdom of Plum!
Major General Wilson screamed as if he had noticed.
"His Royal Highness the Second Princess of Sophia under house arrest as a bargaining material, or McClane's guy fell off."
"Not His Royal Highness McClane! The Chancellor! His Royal Highness McClane will not be told to be such a beast!
"That's weird! I bet McClane approved it too! Same thing!
"Uggh."
"When will the Kingdom of Plum set foot in the kingdom?
"Tomorrow, from the north side of the fort..."
"I see. Shall I ram you?"
"If you do that, you'll be friends with the Kingdom of Plum!
"Promise me you'll take the princess as a slave, and I'll crush you if you don't play with friendship or anything!
Is it my fault that Patrick's black eyes, so yelled, looked even blacker?