At the VastSea Company Building in the commercial center of Kahului.
At two o 'clock in the evening, a black Cadillac stopped in the underground parking lot. Walker, who had just returned from the dock, got out of the car.
Deeply exhausted and frightened, he asked his men to light a good cigar for him.
After lighting it, he took a few puffs before he calmed down a little.
Then, he took five men in black and entered the elevator.
However, the elevator did not go up. Instead, it went down one floor and came to a dimly lit basement.
When the elevator door opened, two strong men with weapons immediately came forward to check. After seeing that it was Mr. Walker, they relaxed their vigilance.
Soon, a man in a white shirt with shiny hair appeared in front of Walker.
"What's going on, boss?" the white shirt asked. "Did something really happen at the dock?"
"Um …" Walker said tiredly. "A few important people ran away!"
"No way? This is … "the white shirt was surprised." Is there a traitor? Should we check it out? Um … By the way, did you catch the people who ran away? "
"No …" Walker sighed and took two more puffs of his cigar.
"Oh no, if that's the case …" the white shirt said worriedly. "I'm afraid the higher-ups are going to give us a hard time again! We can't afford to offend Tumor! "
"Yeah." Walker pointed inside and said, "He already scolded me earlier. Are the people inside okay?"
"No, no, don't worry, they're safe!" the white shirt replied quickly.
"That's better. Tumor specifically told me that if anything happened to these five people, then we'd all die!" The white shirt scolded. "What bad luck. The dock hasn't had an accident for so many years. Why did a helicopter come and explode today?"
"If it weren't for my good relationship with the chief superintendent, I'm afraid this matter wouldn't have been covered up. Even so, I don't know what the news will report tomorrow!"
"Then …" the white shirt said quickly. "Do you need me to help you deal with it? I know quite a lot of people from the media. We have to come up with a reason … "
"There's no need," Walker said. "I've already arranged these things. Your main task is to look after those five people. If you can't do it, cut off one of their legs first. That way, even if someone comes to rescue them, they'll have to bring a stretcher …"
"This …" White Shirt swallowed his saliva. "Tumor has instructed us to keep them alive. If we cut off their legs …"
"Amputating a leg won't kill anyone," Walker said angrily. "It's not the first time we've done this. The tumor won't be able to say anything …"
"Then … Okay!" The white shirt nodded and agreed. "If that's the case, I'll do it now! It just so happens that the few of them have been unwilling to say anything. Now, I'm going to make an example of them and make them lose hope … "
"If you can get some important information out of them," Walker took a few more breaths and said, "you might be able to make up for your mistakes. Let me give you a suggestion. Start from their ankles, move upwards, and finish from their thighs. That way, I don't believe that they won't talk!"
Hearing this, White Shirt's eyes showed a ruthless look, and he immediately snapped his fingers.
Originally, Walker wanted to turn around and leave, but he thought about it carefully. To make sure that nothing went wrong, he decided to stay.
Perhaps, he was a bloodthirsty person, and he wanted to see the scene of amputating a leg.
Soon, White Shirt and Walker walked to the depths of the basement and came before an old iron door.
Here, someone handed them Batman masks. After the two of them put them on, they opened the iron door and entered the room inside.
The damp room was filled with a fishy smell. The room was filled with all kinds of metal tools. It was like a cruel torture room.
Soon, the subordinate in the white shirt brought over five men who were tied up tightly.
All five of them had Asian faces. They were covered in bruises and had obviously suffered a lot.
"To be honest," White Shirt took a hacksaw from the shelf and said, "this is my favorite part!"
Then, he took out a waterproof isolation suit from the cupboard and put it on.
After putting it on, he turned to Walker and asked, "Do you want to wear it? Blood will splatter all over the place! "
"No need!" Walker took another puff of his cigarette and took a few steps back. He joked, "I thought you would use a chainsaw!"
"No!" White Shirt said simply. "The chainsaw is too fast. There's no way to enjoy the process! And it will make the person who is being sawed feel numb for a moment. There won't be any exciting pain experience … "
Then, White Shirt tilted his head, and two people immediately went up. They lifted one of the men to the operating table in the middle and pressed down the man's limbs.
"I know you are all professionally trained agents, so I won't waste any more time with you. I'll only say it once," the man in the white shirt said coldly. "The first person is lucky. I'll only cut off one of your feet!
But the ones after that won't be so lucky. I will go higher and higher … "
As he spoke, he gestured at the man's body.
However, the man was definitely a man. He was not moved at all and did not say a word.
"Okay!" White Shirt looked at the man on the operating table, then looked at the others and said, "If you can't stand it anymore, you can also speak up for him!
"As long as I think the information you provide is true and effective, and there's something important, then I will stop. How about that?"
As he spoke, he picked up his right arm, then rolled up the man's trousers and drew a line from his ankle.
"Believe me, I'm very skilled." White Shirt smiled faintly. "I estimate that if I saw it 200 times, I should be able to cut it off!"
As soon as White Shirt said this, his men immediately laughed.
"Stop laughing," Walker reminded them. "You should prepare to stop the bleeding first. You can't let him lose too much blood or bite his tongue to death …"
Hearing this, everyone quickly went to the kitchen to get some hemostatic products. Someone else stuffed a piece of cotton cloth into the man's mouth …
"Okay, if you don't plan to say anything before you see blood," White Shirt looked at the others and threatened, "then I'm going to start! Let's welcome this bloody feast, hehehe … "
Hearing White Shirt's words, the others were all worried for their colleagues. However, they had iron discipline, and no one would give in.
Then, White Shirt placed the hacksaw on the man's ankle, ready to cut at any time!
However, at this moment, the lights in the room suddenly went out!!!
Then, several electric lights flashed in the darkness. As the electric currents crackled, there was a scream …
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