The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

"Devils, you are a bunch of devils, devils who deserve to go to hell~!"

George Watt was almost going crazy. His bound limbs were shaking wildly, trying to break free.

Faced with the various tools being carried in, the veins on his neck popped out. To be honest, he was not afraid of death. The key was that the tools being carried into the house were too horrifying.

It takes four people to move the chair, which is made of solid wood.

There were still leather straps on the armrests and legs that bound the wrists and ankles, and there was a lampshade-like thing on the top that, when it was moved in, had a finger-thick wire hanging from it.

What the hell is this thing? Watt has seen it before. At the end of the last century and the beginning of this century, many damn murderers and robbers were turned into a pile of charred meat by this thing.

This is worse than hanging. It would be quicker and easier to just push the eyeballs back into the sockets, leaving a decent corpse. How much pain must this thing have suffered before it died.

"Zi la, zi la~!"

“Shit, shit~!”

After the power cord was connected, even the lights in the house went out for a second or two. In the lampshade on the chair, one could clearly see the blue light flashing from the electric current, accompanied by a terrible sound.

George Watt was really going crazy. After the lights came back on, he kept struggling in the chair, his nose and tears were almost running, and his wrist was bruised from being pulled out, but he still couldn't pull it out.

However, no one paid any attention to him. After seeing with their own eyes that the electric chair was successfully powered on, the people who had been carrying the equipment left one after another.

Next came a shelf. On the shelf, two eerie curved hooks were hung at a distance of about half a meter, swinging back and forth. The tips of the hooks seemed to have been specially polished, and the mere sight of them made people feel scared.

"Pfft~!"

As a large piece of unknown meat hung on it, Watt seemed to immediately understand what this tool was used for. It was just the right height for an adult's feet to stay off the ground. If he went up there, he would be in a dilemma of neither being able to live nor die.

Cold sweat broke out all of a sudden. Although the temperature was very cold and the ice and snow outside had not melted yet, beads of sweat condensed on Watt's forehead and back.

Watching with his own eyes the instruments that looked like they had been used to carry out torture being carried into the room and placed just inches away from him, he felt as if he was about to die, and that death might not be a very painful one.

"What on earth are you doing? I am a British citizen. You cannot abuse me. This is inhumane~!"

"Clang~!"

Finally, an iron stove that was used for heating in some office was also brought in. The flames from the burning coal balls in the stove seemed to bring a touch of warmth into the house.

But seeing these cruel tools around him, Watt knew without thinking that they couldn't be so kind.

An iron tool was placed on the burning coal and gradually began to heat up under the scorching temperature.

"damn it……!"

Still no one paid any attention to Watt, but this time the door was not closed after he left.

Li Feng appeared with a newspaper in his hand and a toothpick in his mouth. He was wearing a leather coat and a black felt hat on his head. He didn't look like a good person.

There was a somewhat morbid smile on his face. After entering the room, he gently closed the door, threw his felt hat on the table, and casually folded the newspaper in his hand and slapped it on the table.

He spat the toothpick in his mouth into the stove. The carbon ash with sparks licked the toothpick, and then shrank and dried up little by little.

"It's an honor, Mr. Watt, that we meet again on this occasion~!"

He casually unbuttoned his leather coat and hung it on the back of a chair. When he saw the man's face clearly, Watt's heart was suddenly filled with shock.

"You, aren't, . . . . ?"

"Suck~!"

Li Feng took out a cigarette slowly, smoothed down the sleeves of his sweater, picked up the soldering iron on the coal, and lit the cigarette in his mouth.

The soldering iron didn't burn red like in the TV dramas, but the temperature was not low either. The cigarette butt ignited instantly. Li Feng tried it and found that the pork hanging on the hook was sizzling with oil.

The air was suddenly filled with a smell mixed with burnt protein and smoke, which was not a very pleasant smell.

After the branding iron left the pig skin, it was already burnt through. It was easy to imagine what it would look like if the branding iron was on one's own body. In any case, Mr. Watt's face looked extremely ugly.

"I am a staff member of the state. What are you? You are Sir George Watt, who entered the country with the intention of stealing state secrets and is already dead~!"

"You're already dead. Overdose of radiation. Rescue efforts failed. You're dead. Hehehe~!"

The air flow in Li Feng's abdominal cavity choked into his throat, making a strange sound. He put his head close to Watt's face, and his voice was erratic, making him feel like a pervert.

"What~?"

"You are lying. I am alive. You took me away alive. Many people saw it at the airport~!"

Watt's brain froze for a moment, then his expression changed rapidly. He clenched his left fist and hammered the table hard, but it was of no use.

He was clearly still alive, but was said to be dead. However, he was clearly still here. Looking at the various torture instruments in the room, and thinking of the people who had just been shot... For Watt, it was like the sky was falling.

"Shua~!"

Li Feng slowly opened today's newspaper, pretended to read the news, and casually slapped it in front of Watt. The moment Watt saw the title on the cover, his face turned black.

"Foreign intelligence personnel illegally carried radioactive materials and attempted to leave the country, but were intercepted by our customs"

"Foreign intelligence personnel suspected of committing crimes died due to excessive radiation exposure and failed rescue efforts at the hospital"

There are not only texts, but also pictures. One is a photo of his face, and the other is a close-up photo of his hands while he is lying on the hospital bed.

The newspaper still smelled of ink. The time should be today. He looked like he was dead in the photo, but Watt knew clearly that the photo was taken during his inspection.

"Okay, we have to hurry up. By the time your country reacts and raises some diplomatic protest, we have to return your body~!"

"Of course, by then it will have been medically dissected, so if there are some things missing, they should understand~!"

As he was talking, Li Feng rolled up the sleeves of his sweater up to his arms, with a cigarette between his lips, looking like he was ready to do the dirty work.

"No, No, I'm still alive, you can't do this~!"

Watt was really excited now. If he were alive, his country would definitely find a way to use protests, statements, and external pressure. But if he was dead, given the nature of the officials in London, Watt could easily imagine the outcome.

"Bang~!"

"Where do you think this is? Is this your home? Do you want to give it up just because you want to?"

"This is the national violence agency, the counterintelligence department. Do you really think we didn't notice? Your every move since entering the country is under our control. We reached an exchange in the airport toilet. Do you think I didn't see it? I was in the airport toilet too~!"

With his sleeves half rolled up, Li Feng slammed his big hand directly on the table. The table shook violently, and even Watt's face trembled violently.

Li Feng, who was smiling just now, suddenly changed his expression. His hideous and distorted face stunned the stupid foreigner, and he looked a little dazed for a moment.

"Factory 404, don't think you're hiding well enough. Your accomplice has been caught~!"

"You guys are really brave enough to steal our nuclear weapons secrets, huh?"

The final roar of "Ah" had a bit of a noisy meaning.

But it was obvious that George Watt's face became very flustered. Although he didn't say anything, it seemed as if he had said everything.

His lips were trembling and he didn't know what he wanted to explain. Drops of sweat from his forehead were dripping onto the table, and his whole body felt like it had been fished out of the water.

"It doesn't matter, you're already dead anyway, we can just play slowly, as long as you're happy~!"

As he spoke, Li Feng took out the heated soldering iron from the stove again. Sparks flew everywhere and his ferocious face, in the distorted air, was exactly the appearance of a villain in a movie. What a pervert.

"Someone come~!"

"Clang~!"

Two men in black walked in from the door and looked at Li Feng expressionlessly.

"Tsk, hold down his right hand and take off the bandage. What the hell is going on~!"

After taking another puff of the cigarette, Li Feng twisted his neck and pointed at Watt's right hand as if nothing had happened. Then the two men pounced on him.

The right hand, which was tied like a pig's hoof, was suddenly and roughly opened. After being disinfected with iodine, the yellowed palm was directly exposed to the air.

"No~!"

"You can't do this, you can't do this~!"

George Watt was struggling frantically on the stool. His face changed drastically as he watched the man approaching step by step. However, his right hand was already bound and now he was turned over, making him unable to move.

"What's wrong with me? If you come to our country and really come to help us, then we will definitely treat you well. That's called a friend, a brother~!"

"So, you came here to steal and got caught. What should we do? From the outside, you look dead. You can see it in the newspapers. Your right hand was burned by radiation. It won't be a big problem if it gets infected and necrotic. You can still amputate it~!"

"You said you wanted to steal things, so you should pick up some. But you had to steal dangerous things like this. This thing can kill people. It seems that your superior doesn't value you. He won't do this kind of dangerous work, so he lets you do it~!"

"Come on, hold your hands tighter, or I won't be responsible if you get burned~!"

Li Feng licked the corner of his mouth and, like a sick torturer, held the branding iron high in his right hand. Under Watt's own eyes, he moved it closer to the palm of his right hand little by little.

The scorching temperature on the Luotie baked his palms, and Watt seemed to smell the aroma of roasted meat.

"What do you want to know? Why don't you ask?" (End of this chapter)