A drop of sweat rolled down the bridge of Allen's nose and dripped down from the tip of his nose. It cut through the air and dripped onto the smooth ground beneath his feet. Allen looked at his right hand. The ring component of the heavy press was tightly embedded in his arm. The internal pressure of the machine reached fifty tons, and it was almost impossible for Allen to pull his arm out with his physical strength alone. However, he never compromised. It was like this before, and it was like this now.
"Good morning."
After another round of failed attempts, the lights in the room suddenly lit up. Allen hurriedly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. Then he heard Fendi laughing. The general of the Iron Fist Legion smiled and said, "Stop pretending to be asleep, little lion. I've never seen anyone who sweats while sleeping. To be honest, your acting skills are terrible. "
Allen opened his eyes and looked at Fendi's hateful face. "What time is it now?"
'"Oh, I forgot that there is no sun here, and there is nothing related to time. It's easy for people to lose their sense of time here. Originally, I couldn't tell you according to the rules, but who told me to like you so much? Well, I can tell you that it's eight o'clock in the morning. There are still three hours left, and it's been 24 hours since you returned to Earth. Why, do you want a bottle of champagne to celebrate? "
"I'm not in as good a mood as you. General Fendi, perhaps you have to consider letting me go. You know that I've been back for so long. Do you think my family doesn't know anything about me? " Allen smiled and said, "That's right. Before I came back, I had already made some arrangements, just in case. It seems that it will come in handy now."
Fendi held his head in his hands exaggeratedly. "Oh my god, isn't our plan seen through?"
Then he laughed so hard that his entire body bent down. Then he shook his head and said, "You're so cute, little lion." But unfortunately, your little cleverness doesn't work in front of Uncle Fendi. Listen, we monitor all the channels and communication networks that have anything to do with Beth Cod, and I can tell you responsibly, don't tell me about you. Even a mosquito can rest and fly under our noses. "
"I don't think Old Horn knows that his favorite grandson is already on the surface. He probably thinks you're still struggling on Planet Heaven."
Allen's heart sank, but he remained calm and collected. "Oh, is that so? Maybe you can monitor Bescot's network, but what about Sirius? Don't tell me you can even monitor Marshal Greed's network? Of course you want to, but let me guess, you don't have that kind of ability, do you? "
In Sirius, the Red Wolf's intelligence capabilities were well-known in the Federation. Windsor Bellow often borrowed the Red Wolf's intelligence system to earn pocket money. This was a well-known secret within the Federation. Fendi's smile froze. His expression was as if he had just swallowed a dead cockroach after eating a feast. He put away his smile and said in a low voice, "You should worry more about yourself, Mr. Allen. Yesterday, they collected your blood samples. Today, they want to conduct other research. What do you think they want to know? "
"You also said yesterday that Mr. President doesn't allow me to die, right? Very well then, you can go ahead and study it. But how much time do you have? 24 hours? I guess not more, right? "Allen looked at Fendi and said," What good will it do you? Soon, my teacher, or my family. They would have interfered with any one of them. At that time, if the matter here were to be exposed, it would be a huge scandal for the Federation. What do you think the president will do, General Fendi, or you will probably give the president the name of a madman in addition to the nickname of a butcher. "
"Who do you think you are? Actually, you are nothing. When needed, you are just a scapegoat. "
Fendi suddenly flashed forward and punched Allen in the abdomen. Allen opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't take a breath of air. A moment later, air poured into his mouth and nostrils, and a large mouthful of blood sprayed out of Allen's mouth and nostrils, splashing all over Fendi's hand. Fendi pulled Allen's hair and pulled him up, almost touching his cheek and whispering, "Don't try to anger me, little lion. That won't do you any good. The president said that you can't be killed, but he didn't say that you can't be beaten half to death. But that would be too easy on you, wouldn't it? Yes, Windsor Bellow must have made a move, but we still have time, and I don't think it will be too short. Before that, I will let you know what hell is. "
He left Allen and said to the research director who had rushed over, "Didn't you want to understand his self-healing ability today? Let's start now, and I will be happy to participate. "
Fendi took out a scalpel from the medical box carried by an assistant. He walked to Allen and pointed the blade at Allen's eyes, "Maybe let us see if he can recover from being blind?"
Cold sweat broke out on Alan's forehead. Fendi grinned and said, "Of course I'm joking." But then she cut Alan's arm with a knife, leaving a thin but deep wound. Allen clenched his teeth, not allowing himself to show weakness. Fendi laughed and took out two pliers, clamping the upper and lower ends of the wound. He then smiled cruelly at Allen, "Next, let's take a look at the bones of the Son of Dusk …"
He grabbed the two pliers and suddenly pulled them up and down.
Allen heard the sound of his skin and muscles tearing!
He opened his mouth and let out a soundless roar, firmly engraving Fendi's face in his mind.
When a thigh in a thick military boot kicked open the door of the Drunken Deer bar that couldn't really be considered sturdy, the bartender Jamie almost shouted for help. Jamie was small and thin, but if he needed to, he only needed to shout and more than ten pistols would be aimed at the rude guy outside the door. But when he saw the sturdy figure in front of him, as well as the rough face, the bartender swallowed his words back into his stomach.
Because the guy who came in wasn't someone he could afford to offend. Jamie put on a smile and said, "What brings you here, Mr. Ron?"
Ron showed his white teeth and stuffed a few bills of small denominations into the bartender's pocket. Then, he pulled him over and asked softly, "Where is that old thing, Gao Shanying?"
Jamie showed a "so that's how it is" expression and said, "Mr. Gao Shanying is in the room upstairs, the same place, you know."
Ron nodded and strode to the stairs. The wooden stairs of the bar creaked as he stepped on them. At the corner, a man was pressing a woman against a corner, and when he heard the footsteps, he cursed, "Get out of here." Then the woman in the corner saw the man who had been on top of her a second ago fly down the stairs in the next second. The man stood up, cursing, and was about to rush up to argue. Jamie picked up an empty bottle beside him and smashed it on his head, knocking him out.
"I'm saving you, idiot." The bartender shrugged at the man whose head was bleeding.
Ron pushed open a door, and the warm lamp water behind the door flowed over his body and eyes like water. He saw a round table in the room, surrounded by a few stools. Only a short old man was sitting on it, drinking wine. An old gramophone was playing an old song from decades ago. The time here seemed to have been frozen, stopping at a certain era in the distant past.
"You're in such a hurry to find me. Don't tell me you want me to accompany you to listen to songs?" Ron didn't stand on ceremony. He pulled a stool and sat down beside the old man. He reached for the wine and glass on the table and poured himself a glass.
The old man, known as the "Eagle of the Mountain", smiled and said, "I want to get some tickets to Babylon. Of course, they're the kind that can't be filled in."
"Black ticket?" Ron grinned and said, "That's not easy, old man. Recently, the higher-ups have been investigating very closely. I do have a way, but I can't help you with this. "
"I won't let you do it for nothing."
"You don't understand. This is an extraordinary time. No matter how much money I have, I won't do it." Ron drank all the wine in his glass and shook it. "Thank you for your wine. Next time you come to my place, I'll treat you to a better drink. "
Suddenly, the door was pushed open and a female voice sounded, "Please help me, Second Lieutenant Ron."
Ron smiled and suddenly took out a magic pistol from behind his waist and pointed it at the door. His movements were as fast as lightning. But when he saw the person by the door, he was stunned and whispered, "Miss Adele, why are you here?"
It was indeed Adele who stood at the door. She was dressed in an ill-fitting man's suit and shrugged, "It's a long story, but we can't swagger back to Babylon now, so we need your help."
"You?" Ron narrowed his eyes. "How many exactly?"
Adele held up five fingers.
"This is not a small number …" Ron nodded. "Well, since Miss Adele has asked, I have to help her no matter what."
Adele heaved a sigh of relief and nodded, "Thank you very much."
These were her heartfelt words, and Ron agreed without asking what it was about. Just this point alone was very generous.
Ron gestured for a moment, then went outside the door and called for a pen and paper from the bartender. He quickly wrote a message on the paper and handed it to Adele. "Come to this address tomorrow before noon," he said. If you don't know the way, it doesn't matter. That old fellow Gao Shanying knows it. "
The old man raised his glass to Ron, "You're so polite."
"Of course." Ron didn't seem to hear the old man's mocking tone and replied seriously, causing the latter to roll his eyes, shake his head, and continue drinking.
Adele put away the note and took her leave first. With the old man's care, the bartender took her away through another passageway. She came from the back kitchen of the bar into the alley. Adele put on a hat, and it was hard to see her clearly in such a dark night. She circled the small town a few times, confirming that no one was following her, and went into a garage. This was the place that Gao Shanying had found for them. In the garage, there were also Edward and the others.
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