in2ebook Chapter 287 Family and Country in Dire Straits (57)
Chapter 287 Family and Country in Dire Straits (57)
This must be the second day. Gu Yao tugged at the corner of his mouth, but a tearing pain shot through him.
Chen Baige should be safe now.
What he had to do was stall for time.
Buy time for Chen Bai and Xiao Jiu.
"Tattoo."
The military boots stomped on the hard ground, making a chilling sound.
The man, chained up and covered in blood, struggled to look up. It was Wang Jing.
He glanced at him, then looked away, lowering his head as if he had seen something dirty.
Seeing Gu Yao's arrogant demeanor, Wang Jing smiled and sat down in the chair his subordinate had brought over, completely unconcerned.
"Senior brother, why bother? If someone as talented as you chose the right path, you would definitely achieve great things, instead of living like a dead dog, barely clinging to life."
Wang Jing crossed his legs, enjoying the rare sight of the man in front of him looking disheveled.
When he was studying abroad, he was a prodigy. All the teachers and professors in the department treated him like a treasure and always put him in a superior position. He never expected that he would fall into their hands now.
Thinking of Gu Yao's ridiculous words, Wang Jing felt only stupidity.
Now that they have absolute power over the other side, how could they possibly see that a weak China could win?
It's really ridiculous!
So what if he's a traitor? He's won now, hasn't he?
Looking at the person hanging there, covered in blood, he smiled and said, "Senior brother, we all admire you. As long as you are willing to hand over the evil things in your hands and serve us, your achievements will naturally be no less than mine."
Although his jealousy made him want to kill the person in front of him, he couldn't deny that he couldn't touch Gu Yao.
A core ace of the Information Department, a genius in codebreaking!
Either one of them is enough to make one's heart flutter.
Even he couldn't lay a hand on it.
For them, Gu Yao's value was clearly greater.
This is a fact he has to admit.
Wang Jing took a deep breath and looked at the silent person in front of him, whose lowered head made it impossible to discern his expression.
The two of them were in a stalemate.
Wang Jing tapped the armrest of the chair with some irritation, the taps echoing clearly in the empty cell.
When his patience was almost worn out, the disheveled man in front of him finally looked up at the person looking down at him, a slight smile on his lips, full of extreme mockery, "A traitor like you has the nerve to advise me? Where does he get the nerve?"
His handsome face was covered in blood, but his eyes shone brightly like cold stars, bursting with vitality.
"you!"
Wang Jing's face turned angry. He slammed his hand on the armrest and pointed at the person in front of him, his fingertips trembling slightly.
Gu Yao had no intention of getting entangled with him; he was in great pain, and the system was too far away to even block out pain.
However, I can still tolerate it.
These injuries were worth it for all the classified information they received!
Thinking of this, Gu Yao's lips curled into a pleased smile, but Wang Jing saw it as full of provocation.
"Great, that's really great. I hope you can keep your mouth shut like this forever."
Before he finished speaking, he turned and left, shaking his hand.
Gu Yao glanced at the furious figure leaving, his gaze darkening, before lowering his head again.
He's just a dog, a clown, not worth his attention.
He really didn't want to waste his time with them, given that he only had a few days left.
He didn't want to feel disgusted with himself more than the pain in his body.
Traitors who betray their country are filthy and disgusting to the core; they stink!
When that bastard comes back, I probably won't be able to keep my hands.
Gu Yao felt somewhat regretful.
Of all his body, only his hands are still intact.
***
Yan Yu sat at the table, tapping the surface lightly, his heart filled with anxiety.
When Vice General Bai entered the room, he saw the man tapping on the table, seemingly lost in thought.
He sighed and placed the message that had just been sent back that day on the table.
Two days is enough to drive Yan Yu crazy.
"Young master, we can depart tomorrow."
It's unlikely that Yan Yu will be able to deal with those people; he will accompany him this time.
If we don't bring the person back, we don't know what Yan Yu might do.
Yan Yu nodded, looked at the tired-looking young man in front of him, silently thanked him, stood up, and gently twirled the Buddhist prayer beads on his wrist.
Stepping outside, I looked at the dark sky and felt a sense of impending storm.
Looking towards Beiping, Yan Yu narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath, and suppressed his restless heart.
Sir, please wait for me a little longer.
Yan Yu clutched his chest, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.
***
Wang Jing looked at the person tied to the torture bench, disheveled, covered in blood, and whose original appearance was no longer recognizable, and scoffed.
She raised her once delicate and beautiful hands, examining them carefully as if admiring a work of art, but her movements were ruthless as she gently embedded the pliers used for punishment into her fingernails.
The iron object embedded itself under Gu Yao's fingernail, bringing a chill that made Gu Yao's hand involuntarily curl up.
Wang Jing seemed to have discovered something interesting. Instead of making a move immediately, he looked at the person in front of him who had already suffered a round of torment, chuckled, and gently stroked the thin back of the hand with his fingertips.
"Senior brother, if you regret it, it's not too late. The ten fingers are connected to the heart. Having your nails completely pulled out is not something an ordinary person can endure. Such beautiful hands should be used to paint and wield the brush."
At this point, Wang Jing seemed somewhat regretful, looking at the pair of flawless hands in front of him with pity.
"Besides, we are also doing this to save the country peacefully, which is no different from what you are doing."
Upon hearing this, a slightly disdainful face peeked out from behind the messy hair. "A thief is a thief. There's no need to put on makeup. No matter how beautifully you dress up, you're rotten to the core. Do you really think you're human just because you heard a few words of flattery?"
After speaking, Gu Yao lowered his head again, as if he disdained to communicate with the person in front of him.
Even looking at him for a second would be an eyesore.
Provoked by that disdainful look, Wang Jing's gaze darkened. Looking at the man before him who still maintained his unyielding spirit even as death approached, he sneered.
integrity?
Integrity?
Does it matter?
In this world, if you can survive and rise above others, why bother caring who's in charge?
How stupid!
Wang Jing recalled the arrogant vows they made together when they were sent abroad.
Nowadays, it's not just Gu Yao who's doing this thankless task.
The more noble the person's conduct, the more aloof they seem, the more they make him appear like a rat in the gutter.
She's always looking down on herself.
How annoying!
With eyes slightly narrowed and fingertips applying gentle pressure, the pliers clamped onto the tip of the nail.
Seeing the pitiful state of the person in front of him, who could only let him do as he pleased, Wang Jing smiled.
Yes, it doesn't matter who's in charge, as long as he can be the boss.
The person in front of me is nothing but an eyesore.
The executioner's hands pulled upwards, and the stubborn man let out a muffled groan, but didn't scream.
Blood flowed continuously down the wooden chair, pooling into a small puddle at Wang Jing's feet.
Driven by his survival instinct, Gu Yao tried to pull his hand back, but he was locked to the armrest of the torture bench and couldn't move.
Seeing the cold sweat instantly soak through Gu Yao's temples, the executioner revealed a pleased smile, as if releasing years of pent-up frustration, his tone even rising slightly, "Senior brother, I never thought you'd have this day."
As he spoke, he switched the blood-stained pliers to another intact finger, without glancing again at the bleeding, mangled finger.
He smiled and raised his hand again.
He reveled in the pleasure of seeing the once-proud princes groveling before him.
The ten fingers are connected to the heart; such intense pain is ultimately unbearable.
A piercing scream echoed through the empty cell, the stench of blood growing stronger, as red and white substances were thrown into the iron tray.