Chapter 352 The leader of the Serpent Husband Reserve Team had a hideous scar on his face, running from his brow bone to the corner of his mouth.
He licked his chapped lips, his voice hoarse: "Once we catch those three cops, I'm going to pry off their fingernails one by one myself, and then rub sugar into their wounds..."
Sprinkling a high concentration of sugar on a wound is a more agonizing form of torture than sprinkling salt.
Sugar creates a hypertonic environment in the wound, drawing all the water out of the cells and intensifying the pain.
Worse still, the sweetness will immediately attract ants and flies.
In less than half a day, the wound will be crawling with insects and starting to breed maggots.
Those who are being tortured will be fully aware of their own slow decay.
This is a common tactic these scumbags use to deal with police officers.
The scarred man smiled sinisterly: "Let's see how long they can keep up their stubbornness."
Upon hearing this, the people nearby let out low, cruel snickers.
Soon, they arrived at the area where the signal was last sent.
"This is it."
The scarred man gestured for the group to stop, his sharp gaze sweeping across the excessively quiet surroundings. "Pato and Queyun sent out their distress signal right here."
The forest was deathly silent, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind.
Where are they?
A skinny man carrying a submachine gun looked around, wondering, "Could it be... that they killed him in a fight? Or were they arrested?"
"Bullshit!" the scarred man growled. "Those three? Pato and Queyun are with their weapons!"
Just then, a member on the right side of the team suddenly froze, pointed to a dense thicket of bushes not far away, and said in a strained voice, "Boss... look over there!"
All eyes immediately turned to it.
Beneath the bushes, a pair of legs were clearly visible.
Camouflage pants, and a pair of mud-covered, all-too-familiar high-top boots.
"Those are Pato's boots!"
"Pato!"
Just as the scarred leader was filled with doubt and surprise, someone on the left side of the group shouted, "Boss! Over there! That's Kui Yun's fanny pack!"
Further away, beside another cluster of tree roots, lay a familiar, stained tactical waist pack, half-hidden.
The leader's heart skipped a beat!
Did their two henchmen really die here silently?
A sense of foreboding suddenly gripped him.
"Quick! Go check on those two and see what's going on!"
He gave the order in a hoarse voice, but instinctively took a half step back.
The nine armed men immediately split into two groups, cautiously approaching Pato's "legs" and Kuiyun's "waist pack" respectively, their guns pointed nervously in all directions.
The group that checked on Pato was the first to approach.
One man cautiously parted the dense bushes with the barrel of his gun, trying to get a clear look at his companion's upper body—
Just as the bushes were parted!
"Buzz—!!!"
It was as if an invisible hornet's nest had been disturbed—no, several!
A massive black and yellow "cloud of death" suddenly surged out from the depths of the bushes, from the fallen leaves on the ground, and from the surrounding tree holes, crashing down on the two people in front!
"Ah—my eyes!!"
The piercing screams rang out almost simultaneously.
The two were the first to be hit, and their faces were instantly covered by dozens of furious wasps, their venomous stingers piercing their eyelids, nostrils, and lips.
The excruciating pain made them drop their guns, frantically trying to defend their faces with their hands, only to be met with more attacks from wasps.
The other members of the team nearby were not spared either. The swarm of wasps, like an enraged whirlwind of revenge, attacked any living thing that came near indiscriminately.
Almost at the same time, the group that was checking Kuiyun's waist bag also let out terrified roars and screams!
Another large swarm of wasps suddenly attacked from a completely different direction, engulfing them in a storm of venomous stings.
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