Looking coldly at Franklin Benson, whose hands were tied to a metal chair, Tang Guoming dragged over a metal chair and sat about one meter away from Franklin Benson: "Open your eyes! Those few gulps of sea water will not make a person who is dominating the seaside city faint. Even if he really faints, one hour is enough to wake up!"

Almost as soon as Tang Guoming finished speaking, Franklin Benson, who was originally tied to a chair with his hands on his back, looked fainting with his head hanging down, actually slowly raised his head, stared at Tang Guoming with his eyes that were red by the sea water, and stared at Tang Guoming: "You..."

He pulled out a self-defense pistol from the side of his legs like lightning. Tang Guoming turned the pistol into his hand like acrobatics, held the barrel in his right hand, and smashed the handle of the shot hard on Franklin who had just spoken a word. He said: "I am the one who asked the question!"

Accompanied by the severe pain from the knee position, Franklin Benson suddenly hissed: "Fuck...you bastards..."

With a slight sigh, Tang Guoming reached out and inserted his self-defense pistol back into his leg holster, and stretched out a slap at Harba who was standing beside him with his arms in his arms: "Hammer!"

He reached out and took a claw hammer from the tool table leaning behind him. Harbala strode to Tang Guoming and silently handed the claw hammer with a metallic luster on the head to Tang Guoming.

Still skillfully turning the claw hammer with his fingers, Tang Guoming squinted his eyes and looked at Franklin, who was struggling in pain in the face of the pain. Benson: "Let me say something--in order to have a quiet place to talk to you, it took us a full hour to transfer you from the sea to this room where both sides can sit down and be undisturbed. So...My, or our time, is a little nervous! To save time, you will answer whatever I ask, it is good for us! Where are those Chinese?!"

Fightingly looking at Tang Guoming, Franklin Benson spat hard at Tang Guoming: "You guys..."

The howling wind sounded when the claw hammer danced, and Tang Guoming's cold words sounded almost at the same time: "The answer is wrong!"

The sound of the hard kneecap unbreaking, the sound of Franklin Benson's howling sounded extremely harmoniously. Neither waiting for Franklin Benson to struggle too much. Halbala, who was standing beside Tang Guoming, had already stepped to Franklin. Benson stretched out a powerful slap and pressed Franklin Benson's shoulder hard.

Shaking the claw hammer with a little skin tissue in his hand, Tang Guoming had a ruthless look in his squinting eyes, but his voice was still as deserted as ice: "I'll repeat my question again - where are the Chinese who were deceived by you to the Tavi Peninsula and intend to blackmail?!"

Halfbara pressed her body, Franklin Benson couldn't struggle and move at all, so he could only breathe heavily, staring at Tang Guoming with his blood-red eyes: "They are dead! You..."

Another heavy blow made Franklin Benson's whole body start to spasm violently. Looking at Franklin Benson who was constantly convulsing and could not even scream, Tang Guoming's voice began to show a ruthless meaning: "I don't like this answer! Where are they?!"

Shaking his head vigorously, Franklin Benson struggled and laughed bitterly: "You can't get those people! Don't try to deceive me with words like squandering my life. If you don't die today, maybe in a few days, I will still die! I don't care..."

Playing with the claw hammer in his hand, Tang Guoming stared at Franklin. Benson's eyes that were ruthless and crazy, slowly placed the claw hammer on the floor beside him: "It seems that physical pain will not be effective for you?"

With heavy breathing, Franklin Benson smiled grimly: "Come on... I've been snatching food from the mouths of wild dogs since I was a child! In order to eat a bite of moldy bread, I have to put my arm into the mouth of the wild dogs, so that I can eat food that can live more! In contrast, what you are doing now is like a sissy scout giving me a massage..."

Nodding thoughtfully, Tang Guoming slowly stood up: "Maybe you are right - since you are indifferent to the pain, then let's try other methods? Fry the liver, come on?"

With a cold face, Gu Weisu reached out to take a thin nylon rope from a simple shelf beside him, and strode towards Franklin Benson: "Let me come earlier, maybe I can save a few minutes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the nylon rope in Gu Weisu's hand was tightly tied to Franklin Benson's neck. He slowly tightened the nylon rope in his hands. Gu Weisu didn't even look at Harbala who had given up for him, but just asked Tang Guoming, who was standing in front of Franklin Benson, and said, "I remember the information said that this guy was addicted to drugs?"

Looking at Franklin Benson, who had already started to spasm with his hands and feet calmly, Tang Guoming nodded slightly: "This guy has used all kinds of drugs, and the addiction will take at least ten years!"

Looking down at Franklin Benson's body, Gu Weisu responded coldly: "Then this guy's tolerance is definitely much worse than that of a normal person. According to his current height and weight ratio and the degree to which I tighten the rope, fifty-five seconds are his limit!"

He raised his wrist and looked at his military watch with obvious wear marks. Tang Guoming agreed and said: "The error time will not exceed one second...Okay, the time is up!"

Suddenly loosened the nylon rope on Franklin Benson's neck, Gu Weisu also raised his wrist and looked at the sniper-specific multi-function watch he was wearing: "After fifteen seconds of breathing, his various perception systems began to recover. The body's survival instinct will make him unconsciously develop a desire for life. And at this time..."

He strangled Franklin and Benson's neck with a nylon rope again. Gu Weisu took a breath and then continued slowly: "Another suffocation will cause him to have extremely strong hallucinations and near-death experiences. At the same time, the body's survival instinct will increase in geometric multiples... The time is almost the same?"

After getting Tang Guoming's approval, Gu Weisu released the nylon rope on Franklin Benson's neck again: "I have to say that the wisdom of the ancients came from long-term practice, and the relevant principles were not so easy to explain from a scientific perspective, at least under the scientific conditions at that time!"

Looking at Franklin Benson with interest, who opened his mouth and gasped desperately, Halbala asked curiously: "Is this still a traditional torture craft? Which school is from?"

He reached out and put the nylon rope on Franklin Benson's neck again, Gu Weisu responded: "The old society of Shanghai's six doors was nicknamed San Shang Han! After tightening and loosening the rope around the target's neck three times, even if it was a man who was fighting, few people could withstand the urge of survival instinct. They usually asked what they said?"

Still looking curious, Harbara reached out and pulled the nylon rope in Gu Weisu's hand a few times: "That means, there is still someone who can withstand this? What if this guy holds it?"

He suddenly put the rope in his hand, Gu Weisu turned to look at Harbala: "The three people who can survive this technique are all underground members of the Communist Party during the War of Resistance Against Japan. Do you think this guy can have such a firm power of faith?"

As Gu Weisu released the green nylon rope in his hand again, Franklin Benson, who was breathing violently, slightly slowed down the rhythm of his breathing and was already yelling: "Palm Tree Villa Area... They are in the Palm Tree Villa Area... Please, kill me..."

After throwing the nylon rope aside, Gu Weisu turned around and walked towards the sniper rifle he placed in the corner of the house: "It seems that his belief cannot hold him over!"
Chapter completed!