Buzz buzz —
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Austin."
Following the sound of the electronic door opening, Kozmo once again arrived at the interrogation room where Feng Bujue was being held captive. And this time... as promised, he had brought along a box of "tools."
"I hope you'll like this box of torture tools." Kozmo placed the box on the table and opened it carefully. Intentionally or otherwise, he showed the contents of the box to Brother Jue. "Other than some classic tools, there are also many new gadgets..." He spoke as if he was very familiar with them. "For example, this pair of pliers is more effective than any dental clinic's dental equipment. And that thing that looks like a steel needle, perfect for removing eyeballs..."
He spoke rather proudly, hoping to create some psychological pressure for the person who was about to be tortured. However, before he could finish his sentence, there was a sudden change!
In the blink of an eye! Brother Jue suddenly stood up, both hands stretched out, and with lightning speed, he grabbed the two sharp weapons in the box and stabbed them into Kozmo's hands.
Kozmo had not expected the other party to do such a thing, and as a look of shock appeared on his face, his left palm had been pierced through by a steel needle, and his right forearm had been pierced through by a pair of large scissors. The tips of the two sharp weapons were firmly pressed against the metal table, preventing him from pulling his hands out.
"Hmm... I really like the things in this box. Thank you for bringing them in for me." The next second, Feng Bujue stood up as he spoke with a sinister smile. "Ha... from your expression, it seems like you underestimated the situation before you..." As he spoke, his strong and powerful hands were still in control of the two sharp weapons, not giving his opponent any chance to escape. "You probably thought that a person under surveillance with his hands and feet shackled would not be able to pull any tricks, right?"
"You bastard..." Kozmo was also a tough guy. After a few seconds, he had recovered from the pain and shock, and quickly came to a conclusion. "Could it be... that you used the thumb dislocation technique in front of everyone..."
"Of course," Feng Bujue replied in a genteel manner, and continued, "The more skilled a magician is, the better he is at doing things under the eyes of others. The key is... to make good use of the 'psychological blind spot' of the audience. " As he spoke, he increased the strength of his hands. "This room is very narrow. Other than this simple table and chair in the middle, there is no other furniture. And in this small space, with my hands and feet shackled tightly, and being monitored by two surveillance cameras on both ends of the ceiling... "He described the situation in the room briefly, and continued," Under such circumstances, the people watching me in the surveillance room... would be lax, because they would subconsciously think that I wouldn't be able to pull any tricks... "
"So... you used the table as a cover... to unlock the handcuffs." Kozimo continued the conversation.
"Hmph... you guessed right." Feng Bujue snorted coldly. "Speaking of which, I still have to thank you... Because you beat me up so badly, when I made the 'leaning forward, lying on the table' posture, it seemed reasonable. And under the cover of this posture, as long as I didn't make too big of a movement, it was easy to quietly remove the handcuffs under the table. "
"Looks like I guessed right..." Kozmo continued, trembling all over. "You are a well-trained agent..."
"You are overthinking it, Officer Kozmo." Feng Bujue said with a smile. "Professional knowledge and psychological quality can be cultivated by oneself, the key is whether or not you are interested."
Before he finished speaking, Brother Jue suddenly launched another sneak attack. He let go of the steel needle that he was holding tightly, and his right hand suddenly reached out and grabbed Kozmo's hair.
Bang!
In the blink of an eye, he had forcefully pulled and pressed, slamming Kozmo's head heavily onto the table.
"Ugh..." Kozmo groaned in pain, and raised his left hand that was strung with steel needles, trying to block Feng Bujue.
But...
Bang bang bang!
Brother Jue mercilessly struck again, and made Kozmo's head come into close contact with the metal table for another three times.
Kozmo quickly lost consciousness, his upper body lying on the table motionless, and his raised left hand drooped down weakly.
Buzz buzz —
Just at this moment, the electronic door of the room opened.
In less than a minute, the security team that had gathered after seeing the surveillance footage had already rushed through the corridor and into the room.
"Back off!" Feng Bujue turned back and roared. "Whoever takes another step forward, I will kill him!"
Coincidentally, the first security team member to rush in was Gore. "Put your hands up... or I will shoot!"
Feng Bujue's expression did not change, and the sharp weapon in his hand was already pressed against Kozmo's temple. "If you shoot, he will die."
"Put down your weapon! Put your hands up! " Gore did not back down. "I advise you to stop your futile resistance, Austin, your reaction will not be faster than a bullet!"
"Is that so?" At this moment, Feng Bujue smiled.
That smile sent chills down the spines of the three security team members who had already stepped into the room.
"Then why don't you try?" Brother Jue's excited smile was deeply imprinted in Gore's heart.
That smile was full of contempt for life, and anyone who saw that expression would not doubt that the owner of that smile was an outlaw sociopath — he did not care about the lives of others, nor did he care about his own life. This kind of person could happily and cheerfully face mental pressure that ordinary people could not bear, and would not mind "gambling" on such matters.
"Are you going to leave or not?" After a short stalemate, Feng Bujue spoke again. "If not, I will cut something off from his body..." He did as he said, and the blade in his hand was already reaching for Kozmo's ear.
"Wait!" Gore quickly stopped him. "I understand... I will step back." As he spoke, he gestured to the other two people beside him.
The security team members immediately stepped back and retreated into the corridor outside the door, but Gore still leaned half of his body against the door and did not let the electronic door close. The muzzle in his hand was still aimed at Brother Jue.
"Close the door!" Feng Bujue would not let his opponent have his way. The moment Gore stepped back, the situation had already tipped in Brother Jue's favor. "I will count to three, and if this door is still open, I will make a hole in his head. One... two..."
He counted very quickly, and no one had time to react or think.
Gore had no choice but to take another two steps back, and the electronic door quickly closed by itself.
"Phew..." At this moment, Feng Bujue heaved a sigh of relief. "That was fast. If they had taken a few seconds longer to subdue Kozmo, I would have died here..."
Thinking was just thinking, but his hands did not stop moving. After quickly finding the appropriate tools in the suitcase, he used his skillful lockpicking skills to open the shackles on his feet. At this point, he had finally regained the ability to move freely.
Then, Brother Jue walked to the opposite side of the table and began to search Kozmo's body.
Not long after, he had found everything in his opponent's pockets...
"Walkie-Talkie, sunglasses, handkerchief, level five access card..." Feng Bujue searched for a long time, and found that Kozmo had very little on him. "Tsk... not even a pistol." He grumbled, and then picked up the walkie-talkie. Without caring about the frequency, he pressed the switch and said, "Open the door."
His method really worked … In less than five seconds, the door to the room opened again. Obviously, the people outside had received his message.
This time, Brother Jue, who had unlocked his shackles, hid behind Kozmo, using him as a human shield. "You, yes... it's you, give me your pistol." He pressed a sharp weapon against Kozmo's carotid artery, and shouted at the person beside Gore.
Hearing this, the person immediately turned to look at Gore. Gore hesitated for two seconds, but still nodded at him.
Thus, the person took out his gun from the holster and slowly walked forward...
"Don't move," the person had just taken half a step when Feng Bujue shouted, "Put the gun on the ground and push it over gently."
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