Chapter 86: Punishment
Zhao Ziyang was at a loss at this time. He had no good way to rescue Seth and Zhao Changzheng. The best way was to negotiate and find a way out from the negotiation. As for the surprise rescue, it was obvious that the defenders were fishing. If it still didn't work in the end, maybe he could only kill Seth and Zhao Changzheng according to Pandora's method.
There are two reasons for killing them: one is to save them from punishment; the other is to prevent Seth from rebelling under heavy punishment. Once Seth rebels, the lurkers will be presented to the defenders without reservation, leaving no room for reversal.
"Special forces, kill me! Kill me!" Seth, who was tied to a wooden stake, shouted loudly. The bullet that just grazed his scalp made him realize his situation.
He didn't want to see a group of brothers die because he became the bait.
"Iron Hand, why are you shouting? Why would they kill us?" Zhao Changzheng, who was tied next to Seth, showed a look of disbelief.
After arriving at the mercenary group, Zhao Changzheng felt that this was a world that real men pursued. They were rough and bold. They might be very harsh and even crazy in their training, but these guys were very nice to him. In addition, there was the little wild cat who played with him every day when he had nothing to do, and Zhao Ziyang who brought him back. Naturally, no one was angry with him, and they got along very well.
Under this harmonious relationship, Zhao Changzheng's first reaction when he was in danger was that the mercenaries would save him. Although he was not yet a member of the Lurkers, he did not trust Seth's words.
"Boy, hehe..." Seth looked up and squinted his eyes at the sun in the sky, licked his dry lips and said, "We are bait now, understand? The brothers will save us, but as soon as they show up, they will be sniped by the defenders. Do you think it's better for us to die or live?"
This sentence revealed their true situation. No one wanted to see their comrades lying in front of them. The lurkers lurking in the sand dunes didn't want to see it, and Seth didn't want to see it either, so Seth would rather die.
"What you mean is that the defenders deliberately didn't kill us and used us to kill our lurkers?" Zhao Changzheng heard what Seth said.
"That's right, so we have to die, hehehe..." Seth grinned.
Zhao Changzheng was a little confused when he encountered this situation for the first time. He hung his head and didn't know what he was thinking. He had never experienced the battlefield and naturally couldn't face life and death calmly. Living was far more tempting than dying.
Zhao Changzheng slowly raised his head with his head drooping, glanced at the sand dunes in the distance, and suddenly burst into a roar: "Damn it, eighteen years later, he is still a hero, kill me!"
Zhao Changzheng raised his head with eyes exuding a strong wildness. Although there was fear of death on his face, there was more of a boldness and courage to risk it all.
Two defender mercenaries walked out of the house next door. One of the mercenaries cut the rope that bound Seth with a saber and dragged him into the house with one hand.
"Damn it, what are you doing? Let go of Iron Hand!" Zhao Changzheng glared at the mercenary and roared at him.
With a "snap" sound, a rattan stick hit Zhao Changzheng's face hard, instantly tearing his cheeks into pieces.
"Ah!..." A painful groan came from Zhao Changzheng's mouth, and blood dripped from his right cheek, staining half of his clothes red.
"Ga gaga gaga... shout, keep shouting loudly." The extremely tough defender mercenary let out a strange laugh, his eyes exuding cruel desire.
"Snap", the cane fell on Zhao Changzheng's body again, tearing the clothes on his chest into pieces. The flesh on his rolled-up skin turned pale and then turned bright red by the gushing blood.
"Ouch..." The pain was even more intense than that on his face, and Zhao Changzheng let out a long howl of pain.
"Kid, don't make any noise, otherwise it will put pressure on our people." Seth shouted.
"You can't even protect yourself, haha." Another mercenary laughed at Seth, threw him into the room and handed him over to other mercenaries, then drew out a saber and walked towards Zhao Changzheng.
"Pa pa pa..." The cane kept hitting Zhao Changzheng, leaving his skin and flesh torn.
But after Seth said that, Zhao Changzheng held on without making any cry of pain. He knew that his pain would really put pressure on the lurkers and might make them lose their composure.
"Quite tough." The mercenary wielding a saber nodded to the mercenary who was whipping Zhao Changzheng, took over the torture and continued to torture Zhao Changzheng.
Zhao Changzheng was already unable to speak due to the severe pain in his body, and could only stare at the mercenary in front of him with his eyes slightly bulging outwards. He wanted to spit in his face, but his teeth, which were clenched tightly due to the stiffness, seemed to be stuck together.
"Do you know where the human body's pain nerves are most densely distributed?" The mercenary asked Zhao Changzheng with a grin, and then pointed his cheek and said, "The tooth socket. This place is close to the brain and has dense nerves. If it is hit, it will cause more obvious pain than other parts."
Zhao Changzheng gritted his teeth and continued to wait for the mercenary, waiting for him to make a move.
With a dull "bang", the handle of the saber hit Zhao Changzheng's right cheek hard, forcing Zhao Changzheng to open his tightly closed mouth.
A bloody tooth slipped out of his mouth, and then a stream of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. Zhao Changzheng's face twisted with pain.
"And, and, the armpits." The mercenary pinched Zhao Changzheng's chin and said gently, "Usually, a severe injury to the armpits will cause a person to lose their combat effectiveness instantly. This is because there is a pain gland in the armpit, and the gland has pain nerves that connect to the whole body, so..."
The tip of the saber pierced into Zhao Changzheng's armpit from bottom to top, slowly rotating and stabbing in.
Zhao Changzheng, who was subjected to this punishment, trembled all over and blood from his mouth dripped down as he trembled uncontrollably.
"Ha ha ha ha..." The mercenary laughed with satisfaction and was very satisfied with Zhao Changzheng's performance.
At this time, another mercenary came over with a basin of water and said with a smile: "The colonel ordered that this one is relatively weak, so be careful."
"I see. Hahaha..."
The saber was drawn and the mercenary who was carrying out the torture stepped aside.
"Boy, let me give you a bath, haha..."
With a "splash", a basin of clear water was poured over Zhao Changzheng's torn body.
This was a basin of thick salt water, which stung his wound to the greatest extent. As the salt water invaded the wound, all the transmitting nerve fibers in the body became active, transmitting the senses to the parafascicular nucleus on the medial side of the thalamus, which produced a strong reaction.
"Ugh!..." A muffled groan came from Zhao Changzheng's throat, and his body twitched violently. His two palms were stretched wide to the limit in pain, and all ten toes were stretched out, stretched and twitching.
"Hahaha, wait for your teammates to rescue you." The mercenary laughed arrogantly, threw down the basin and walked into the house.
Tortured by the pain, Zhao Changzheng dropped his head and fainted. He had never been punished before and could not hold on. The salt water mixed with blood dripped onto the ground beneath his feet, staining it red and dazzling. The salt was still burning the wound, but he could not feel it because his senses were forcibly cut off by the body's protective mechanism.
It wasn't long before the blood on Zhao Changzheng's body dried up under the scorching sun, but the wounds mixed with concentrated salt water were still open, a terrifying dark red.
"This little guy has very strong bones." The tiger shark made an admiring sound.
Indeed, for an 18-year-old Zhao Changzheng who had not experienced much, it was rare for him to be so tough. This was innate and could not be changed later.
"If he's just a wimp, there's no need to save him." Staring at Zhao Changzheng, who was alone and baking in the scorching sun, Zhao Ziyang began to take action.
Zhao Changzheng was entrusted to him by Zhao Zhengrong. He could not let this guy die at any cost, otherwise he would not be able to explain to Zhao Zhengrong, even though Zhao Changzheng's capture was just an accident.
"Zizizi... Zizizizi... Special forces, this is Seth..." There was a burst of electric sound in the radio, and then Seth's voice sounded.
This is the defender asking Seth to use the radio to decode the lurker's radio frequency and enter the lurker's frequency to communicate.
"Got it. Let the colonel talk to me." Zhao Ziyang held the headset and waved his hand to signal Pandora to come closer to him.
Pandora came closer and squatted face to face with Zhao Ziyang, ready to have a conversation with the colonel.
"Special forces, how are you?" The colonel's voice came, revealing strong confidence.
"I hope you are doing well." Zhao Ziyang said with a smile on his face and cold eyes, "Colonel, you have done a good job in studying Chinese culture. The phrase 'I hope you are doing well' is just the right phrase."
"Haha, Chinese culture is something every soldier should learn. The Art of War was once revered as a treasure by the West Point Military Academy, but Mr. Special Forces seems to have forgotten it."
The colonel was ridiculing Zhao Ziyang, saying that he did not understand military tactics.
"Hmm..." Zhao Ziyang smiled disdainfully and said to the colonel: "Colonel, I want to ask a personal question. Do you use a knife and fork when eating Chinese food?"
The colonel on the other end of the radio seemed stunned for a moment, then smiled and nodded, "Yes."
"That's it. If you can't even learn to eat Chinese food, how can you learn Sun Tzu's Art of War?"
"Hahaha..." The colonel laughed and said nonchalantly, "Special Forces soldier, your mind is very jumpy and agile, which makes you qualified to be the leader of the lurkers. Very good, haha. But I'm not here to chat with you. I'm here to communicate and exchange ideas with you."
"Oh, since you don't want to chat, forget it." Zhao Ziyang curled his lips and said, "You have studied the Art of War very well, but you have used it in a weird way. Thirty minutes, I will only give you thirty minutes. If you don't let them go, I will kill the two Seths, and then kill you and your defenders."
After saying that, Zhao Ziyang turned off the radio.
This sentence was very harsh, enough to give the colonel time to think. Obviously, the colonel's biggest reliance was Seth. He believed that the lurker would go to Seth at all costs, so he dared to be so bold, but Zhao Ziyang's harsh words would make him waver a little.
"Colonel, how is it?" Fox Hunter asked the colonel.
The colonel who was asked smiled, shook his head and said: "Special forces are difficult to deal with. Maybe he will really kill our genius Seth, and then kill us."
The relaxed colonel actually felt a little heavy in his heart. He was guessing what Zhao Ziyang was thinking. Because he had little dealings with Zhao Ziyang and had little information about his psychological behavior, he could not determine whether this sentence was a weak threat or a true thought.
"Haha, just wait for your death." Seth laughed and pointed at the colonel and said loudly: "The special forces soldier is a jerk, a very nice jerk. He will kill me and then kill you to avenge me. If you don't believe me, why don't you tie me up outside and try?"
"Really?" Fox Hunter showed a charming smile, walked up to Seth, lifted his chin with one finger and said, "If the special forces wanted to kill you, the bullet just now would not have passed through your head, so his words are false."
Seth sniffed the scent of the fox, closed his eyes and said in a relaxed manner, "You can try it."
With a "bang", Seth's body flew backwards, hit the wall and fell heavily to the ground.
"Pah pah..." Fox Hunter patted his boots lightly and said to Seth, who was holding his belly like a shrimp, "Before you try, let me have some fun with our genius Seth."
Two mercenaries lifted Seth up and placed him on a stool with his legs spread apart, then slowly placed a saber against his crotch.
