Chapter 1332
Take a few more boxes
"Director Luo, is this... alright?"
The special police officer asked somewhat embarrassedly.
Luo Fei glanced at the sock, whose color clearly indicated it had been through many hardships, his lips twitched slightly, but he still nodded.
"Okay, we'll use this one!"
The special police officer immediately stepped forward and, ignoring Sato's terrified struggles and muffled protests, forcibly shoved the smelly sock into his mouth!
"vomit……!"
An indescribable sour, salty, and sweaty smell instantly filled Sato's mouth and nose, making his stomach churn and his eyes well up with tears!
He felt like vomiting, but because of extreme fear, he didn't dare to actually vomit and could only force himself to endure this double torment of body and mind!
Luo Fei couldn't help but burst into laughter when he saw Sato's pathetic state, where he wanted to vomit but dared not, with tears streaming down his face.
"I know! You Japanese are true warriors! You're not afraid of pain or death! That's why I specially prepared these hearty dishes to entertain you!"
He walked to the stove, put a thick cloth under his hands, and picked up the iron shovel that was already red-hot, with even the edges turning white, radiating terrifying heat!
The intense heat instantly spread, and even the air seemed to distort.
Luo Fei turned around, pointed the bright red shovel at Sato, whose mouth was gagged, shirtless, body trembling violently, and eyes filled with despair, and said loudly as if announcing an execution.
"Now... let the show begin!"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly thrust his arm forward!
The red-hot iron shovel, exuding an aura of death, slammed straight into Sato's bare chest with a blast of scorching wind!
"laugh--!!!"
The red-hot, even whitish iron shovel slammed firmly into Sato's bare chest! A plume of acrid white smoke, instantly charring flesh, billowed out, accompanied by the sizzling sound of boiling, tooth-grinding fat!
"Ugh—!!!!"
Sato's body arched upwards as if struck by a high-voltage current, shaking violently and stiffening! His handcuffed wrists and ankles scraped against the metal chair with a screeching sound as he struggled frantically!
The veins on his neck and forehead bulged like earthworms, and large beads of sweat instantly poured out from every pore, rolling down his pale cheeks.
His eyes were wide open, almost bursting, and his pupils were filled with bloodshot veins and extreme pain!
If he weren't a superhuman with physical abilities far exceeding those of ordinary people, the excruciating pain alone would have been enough to make him completely lose consciousness.
But at this moment, his powerful physique became an amplifier of torment, allowing him to clearly feel the terrifying process of every bit of flesh being burned and carbonized!
Luo Fei remained expressionless until he saw Sato's eyes begin to glaze over and his struggles weaken significantly, at which point he abruptly pulled back the shovel.
"Huh...huh..."
The moment the shovel left, Sato felt as if all his bones had been removed, collapsing completely onto the iron bench, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for breath like a broken bellows. The excruciating pain in his chest still burned like fire, but compared to that hellish moment just now, it had at least eased a little.
However, in that brief moment of sudden relaxation, due to excessive fright and pain, his sphincter muscles completely lost control...
A warm, foul-smelling liquid flowed uncontrollably from his trouser leg, meandering into a small puddle on the ground.
Luo Fei wrinkled his nose in disgust, took a step back, and casually tossed the still-smoking shovel, covered in bits of flesh and blood, back into the furnace with a crisp clang.
He walked up to Sato, who was lying there like a dead dog, looked down at him, and asked in a flat tone.
"How about it?
How did this first appetizer taste? Now, I'll give you one more chance: will you tell me or not?
At this moment, Sato had lost all dignity as a "samurai." He only wanted to live and end this inhuman torture!
He tried desperately to nod, to plead with his eyes, to open his mouth which was stuffed with a smelly sock and beg for mercy, but the immense pain and fear made all his muscles unresponsive, and he could only make muffled "woo-woo" sounds from deep in his throat, his face covered with tears, sweat and snot.
Luo Fei seemed to have misunderstood him, or perhaps he simply didn't care about his reaction.
He slowly and methodically unlocked the metal shackles binding Sato.
As soon as his body was freed, Sato's first reaction was not to resist, but to struggle to kneel down and kowtow to beg for mercy! But as soon as he moved, Luo Fei had already picked up the cold and ferocious pork hook on the table!
Without any warning, Luo Fei swung his arm, and the iron weapon with the sharp hook swiftly and unexpectedly hooked straight at a private part of Sato's back!
"Pfft!"
"Ughh ...
An indescribable, excruciating pain, as if tearing one's soul apart, exploded from his lower body and swept over Sato's entire body!
The muscles around his buttocks tensed instantly like iron, and he leaped three feet high from the ground like a live shrimp thrown into a vat of boiling oil! He let out an incoherent scream, which was even more distorted and terrifying after being filtered through his socks!
He no longer cared about his image or dignity. Like a crazed zombie, he dragged the iron hook deeply embedded in his flesh behind him, jumping and spinning wildly in the interrogation room in an attempt to escape the excruciating pain that went deep into his bones and shot straight to the top of his head!
"Shut up, you bastard!"
Luo Fei cursed impatiently, stepped forward, grabbed the handle of the hook, and pulled hard!
"Thorn--!"
"Awooo—!!!"
The hook was forcibly pulled out, bringing with it a trail of blood and some broken tissue, and then, with even greater speed, it was hooked back into its original position! Even deeper than before!
"Aaaaaahh ...
Sato's screams suddenly rose an octave, he jumped even more wildly, tears and snot flying everywhere, he was on the verge of a complete breakdown.
Luo Fei frowned, grabbed the iron chain connecting the hook, and dragged the screaming and jumping Sato back to the iron stool like a dead dog, then forcefully pressed him down!
"Ow—!"
The moment his buttocks touched the cold iron bench, Sato felt as if he were sitting on a red-hot iron, or perhaps a thousand times more terrifying than an iron!
He sprang up again as if he'd been electrocuted, babbling incoherently, and no one could understand what he was saying.
Luo Fei's eyes turned cold. He pressed down on his shoulder with one hand, and his arm, which contained [super god-level power], was like a hydraulic clamp, forcibly pressing him back onto the iron stool!
"Well--!"
Sato's body convulsed violently, and his mouth trembled incessantly from the extreme pain.
Luo Fei then noticed that his pants were stained red with blood, clearly indicating that the two hooks had caused considerable injury.
Luo Fei put on a fake "apology".
"Oh dear, I'm sorry, I think I went a little too far and didn't know my limits."
Sato raised his head and stared intently at Luo Fei with the eyes of someone looking at their father's killer. If looks could kill, Luo Fei would have been torn to pieces long ago.
"I'm asking you one last time," Luo Fei's voice turned cold.
"To tell or not to tell?"
Sato was completely devastated; all he wanted now was to end it all!
He tried desperately to nod, to shout, "I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!"
But his mouth was stuffed tightly with that stinky sock, so he could only make more urgent and desperate "woof woof woof" sounds, his head shaking wildly. Luo Fei seemed to have "misunderstood" him again, nodding with a threatening tone.
"Looks like you're determined to be a tough guy? Very well, then I'll have to treat you to this third dish."
He put down the iron hook, picked up the thick, long iron skewer, and walked behind Sato.
Sato sensed the movement behind him and was terrified. He struggled desperately, flailing his wrists wildly.
Luo Fei grabbed one of his wrists and pressed it firmly against the armrest of the iron bench, his tone tinged with dissatisfaction.
"Don't move! If it's inserted crookedly, we'll have to start over, and that will hurt even more!"
Sato was screaming inwardly.
"I'll talk! I surrender! I'll confess everything! Please, just take the stuff out of my mouth!"
Unfortunately, no one could hear his true feelings.
The next moment, an indescribable, sharp pain came from the front of the fingernail of his index finger that was being held down! Luo Fei actually aimed that cold iron skewer at the crevices of his fingernails and slowly, yet firmly, pierced it in!
"Ugh—!!!!!"
Sato's body convulsed violently like a dying fish, his eyes rolled back, and he let out a muffled howl that sounded inhuman.
This pain is completely different from the previous burning and tearing; it is an extremely sharp, bone-deep, and brain-piercing neuropathic pain!
Luo Fei remained expressionless, continuing to exert force with his hand, driving the iron skewer several centimeters deep! Fresh blood gushed out along the skewer.
"puff--!"
Just as Sato felt he was about to die from the pain, perhaps driven by his survival instinct, he suddenly vomited, spitting out the smelly sock that had been tormenting him for so long, along with a large amount of saliva!
"Ah—!!! Baka yarou! Luo Fei, you bastard! You beast! If you're going to torture me, then torture me properly! Why didn't you take the stuff out of my mouth first?! Huh?! Don't you know I've wanted to surrender for a long time?!"
I wanted to say this when I was getting burned in the chest with that shovel! Can't you fucking understand human language?! Waaah... How can you Great Xia people be so unreliable!
How could such an important detail be overlooked! Waaaaaah…
Sato, as if opening a floodgate, let out a series of heart-wrenching screams and sobbing accusations in a mixture of Chinese and Japanese!
He cried his heart out, tears streaming down his face. All his psychological defenses and so-called dignity completely collapsed at that moment!
He felt wronged!
He had wanted to confess for a long time, but his mouth was gagged, and he suffered so much inhuman torture for no reason!
Luo Fei's face showed a "sudden realization" expression. He pretended to pat his forehead and said in a slightly apologetic tone.
"Oh dear! Look at what I've done! I was so focused on preparing the torture instruments that I forgot to take the stuff out of your mouth first! It was a mistake, a complete mistake!"
Upon hearing this, Sato cried even harder, sobbing and cursing at the same time.
"A mistake?! You call this a mistake?! Your Great Xia people's interrogation methods are so unprofessional! The procedures are all wrong! Waaah..."
Looking at his completely broken state, crying his eyes out, Luo Fei chuckled and said.
"If you had this attitude from the beginning, why did you have to make it so bloody? Now, are you willing to give a proper explanation?"
"Yes! Yes! I'll tell you everything! I'll tell you everything!"
Sato, as if grasping at a straw, nodded hastily and pleaded with a tearful voice.
"Please, can you please pull this skewer out of my finger first? And my chest, my butt... could you please put some medicine on me first? It hurts so much... Waaah..."
Luo Fei smiled with satisfaction and gave instructions to the two special police officers beside him who had been dumbfounded and almost petrified from the beginning.
"What are you all standing there for? Didn't you hear that Mr. Sato is willing to cooperate? Go quickly and find the base's medical staff to come and treat Mr. Sato's wound properly, and apply the best medicine."
He paused, then added, his tone slightly mocking.
"Remember to give him two more ibuprofen tablets to relieve the pain."
Luo Fei left the interrogation room, giving Sato some time to treat his wounds and "calm down."
About half an hour later, he slowly pushed open the heavy, round door again.
Sato had changed into a clean prison uniform, and the shocking burn on his chest was barely covered by a... or rather, several crookedly pasted bandages.
The penetrating wound on his finger had been simply bandaged, and the injury on his buttocks had probably been treated as well, but his sitting posture was still extremely awkward and painful. His face was bloodless, and his eyes, besides the lingering fear, also contained an indescribable sense of frustration and dissatisfaction.
Upon seeing Luo Fei enter, Sato couldn't help but complain in Chinese with a tearful voice.
"You...you're simply abusing prisoners! I...I have such a large burn on my chest, and you...you just covered it up with a few band-aids?!"
What good is this thing anyway?!
Luo Fei walked over and pretended to lift the bandage to take a look. The wound, with its torn flesh and charred black and bright red intertwined, was indeed quite horrifying.
He nodded and said in a serious tone.
"Yes, it was indeed handled a bit too simply."
Sato thought Luo Fei was about to have a change of heart and was about to change his medication, but then he heard Luo Fei turn to the special police officer next to him and give instructions.
"Go and get a few more boxes of Band-Aids. Put a 'cross' on it, cover a larger area, and it will look more professional."
"Ten... crosses?!"
Upon hearing this, Sato was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood. His eyes turned red, and he pointed at Luo Fei, his finger trembling for a long time before finally plopping back into his chair and slumping down.
"Fine, fine... I give up... Ask me whatever you want, I'll cooperate, I'll cooperate fully..."
He finally understood that talking about human rights and treatment with this devil who didn't play by the rules was just asking for humiliation.
Luo Fei smiled with satisfaction, pulled up a chair, and sat down opposite him.
"That's more like it. If you had been this sensible earlier, you wouldn't have had to suffer all that pain. Sit down and let's talk." (End of Chapter)