Even though he was so sleepy that he couldn't even lift his eyelids and every pore in his body was in pain, he didn't dare to sleep for the past few hours, and he was always paying attention to the movements outside the interrogation room.
The troops' wake-up whistle sounded, it was six o'clock.
No one will come in the next hour.
Lin Qingqing was just trying to scare him.
After a long half hour, Ge Yumin's mind gradually relaxed.
It's already past half past six and there's still no movement.
He knew that Lin Qingqing was just trying to scare people.
What is his identity? Lin Qingqing is just a marshal, how can she be qualified to touch him.
Lingchi...
Haha, is this still the Qing Dynasty?
“Click~”
Just as Ge Yumin was complaining in his heart, the door of the interrogation room opened from the outside.
Lin Qingqing walked in under the morning light and said coldly, "Take him away."
Fresh air suddenly rushed into the turbid interrogation room.
Several soldiers armed with live ammunition strode in.
They opened the shackles and dragged Ge Yumin out.
"Lin Qingqing, you..."
Before he could say anything, a thick black cloth muff was placed over his head, blocking out most of the sound.
The soldiers quickly dragged the man away.
Lin Qingqing personally watched him being dragged onto the interrogation vehicle, with a group of soldiers squeezed in the middle.
Jiang Haixia took a lock, locked the car door from the outside, and gave the key to Lin Qingqing.
The convoy headed towards the special training base at high speed.
Song Yiyuan hurried as fast as he could and arrived at the special training base with Lin Qingqing's team.
He brought back good news.
"The secret guards from Country L and Country A have been almost killed."
"There's been no reaction from other countries yet. I guess they need to discuss it internally first."
Zhang Xi and others breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that the secret guards of the two countries L were about to be dealt with.
Everyone's eyes were cast towards Ge Yumin, who was tied to a bench in the middle of the training ground.
"Six fifty-eight, it's almost time."
Song Yiyuan stepped forward and tore off Ge Yumin's hood.
The glaring morning sun made it impossible for him to open his eyes.
He struggled and resisted.
He squinted his eyes and saw Zhang Xi and others sitting in the same row in front of him.
He started cursing, "You've teamed up with Lin Qingqing to rebel, doing whatever you want. You've accused me of a crime and excluded those who are against you. You just want to occupy this position, and yet you're sentencing me to a sentence. Who the hell do you think you are? You're not even worthy of being human. Sooner or later, you'll go to hell and receive retribution, and your whole family will not have a good death..."
At this point, he couldn't deceive himself anymore.
These people just want to torture him to death.
At this moment, he wished he could chop these people into pieces and feed them to the dogs.
People like Zhang Xi will not be affected by these insults.
The more fiercely they cursed, the more frightened the people became.
Song Yiyuan took a car cleaning cloth and stuffed it directly into Ge Yumin's mouth.
Blocked out the insults.
"Lingchi requires cutting off pieces of flesh. It's too painful. Don't even think about biting your tongue to commit suicide."
He said lightly.
He waved to someone to help Ge Yumin take off his clothes.
Ge Yumin shuddered.
His eyes unconsciously looked at Lin Qingqing who was sharpening a knife.
Jiang Haixia placed a large tray of meat slices and a large bowl of green water next to Lin Qingqing.
"Marshal, I've added something to the water. Every time you cut a piece of meat and swing the knife in the water, the pain in your peripheral nerves will more than triple."
He nodded in satisfaction.
"Such traitors should be punished with the most severe punishment."
The corners of the others' mouths curled up slightly.
I believe that after being tortured by lingchi, Ge Yumin will regret the mistakes he made.
Lin Qingqing sharpened the knife until it was bright and sharp, and waved it in the sunlight.
Others felt a chill down their spines when they saw this.
Not to mention Ge Min, who can't speak now and can only stare at people with his eyes.
"It's seven o'clock sharp."
Song Yiyuan reminded from the side.
Lin Qingqing stood up, holding a knife, and walked towards Ge Yumin.
Song Yiyuan put the basin of water on the stool to prevent Lin Qingqing from bending over.
He picked up the large tray again to catch the meat.
The fear in Ge Yumin's heart reached its peak.
He struggled desperately.
The more you struggle, the tighter it gets.
His bloodshot eyes were filled with fear.
His eyes followed the movement of the knife.
Lin Qingqing curled the corners of her lips, raised her arm, and stroked Ge Yumin's forehead.
Lingchi starts with sealing the eyes.
"Mmmmm~"
Blood immediately oozed out of the wound, and Ge Yimin felt as if his heart was being cut.
His whole body was tense and his hair stood on end.
Lin Qingqing's hands are very quick.
There were four vertical cuts on the forehead.
With a hand wearing a tight glove, he pinched the uncut flesh above the eye and pulled it down hard to cover the eyeball.
When people can't see, they feel more sensitive and feel more afraid.
“Mmmmm…”
Ge Yumin struggled again.
From the muffled sound, one could hear how shrill his kiss was.
Zhang Xi and his group sat upright.
What I was thinking was: Marshal Lin looks young, but he is really skillful in this move.
Lin Qingqing began to make the first cut, cutting the most sensitive part of the skin.
She pinched a piece of tender flesh on Ge Yimin's chest, and slashed it downward with the long knife horizontally. Bright red blood flowed down along the knife mark.
Ge Yumin shook his body in pain.
But it was tied too tightly and no matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't move at all.
Lin Qingqing easily cut off the first piece of meat and threw it into the large tray.
Then he struck again with the second knife.
The third knife... the tenth knife...
She cut slowly and steadily, her hands covered in blood.
Soon there was a small pile of meat slices on the tray.
There were bloody holes all over Ge Yumin's chest.
At this moment, his face was as pale as paper.
There was no trace of blood in his lips.
Zhang Xi and others sat very steadily.
Ge Yumin stole property from the national treasury, cut materials for major national infrastructure projects for money, and transferred national property abroad. For all these crimes, he deserved death ten or a hundred times over.
There are still so many ordinary people in China who cannot afford to eat.
How could Ge Yimin be so hard-hearted as to steal so much money from the country and transfer the money abroad?
ungrateful.
Something worse than pigs and dogs.
Lingchi was too easy for him.
The old leaders became angrier the more they thought about it.
I don't sympathize with Ge Yumin's miserable appearance at all.
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