After catching these two tubes of reagents, Chris' eyes could not help but become sharp.
The juice of the blue flower, the venom of the army ants.
This is a very common mixed poison.
The venom of army-eating ants does not have much effect on the human body, but it can invade every corner of the human body, including bones, nerves, and tendons. If you happen to meet the nemesis of venom, Jialanhua, it will react in the human body and bring great pain to people.
Just because the venom is widely distributed in the body, this kind of pain affects the whole body, from the flesh to the internal organs.
This kind of pain is almost deep into the bone marrow. Moreover, the venom of the army-eating ants will corrode the body of the poisoned person from the inside out, and the poisoned person can even clearly feel the process of their internal organs being exhausted and destroyed.
"Do you know how to use it?" Yarren pointed his chin with interest, "Pour the juice of the blue flower into the groove of the whip, and the venom of the army-eating ants will be injected into the little cutie's." In the body, remember to inject from the fingertips, ten fingers, not one less.”
In fact, Yalun wanted to use the last spiritual potion for the boy several times, but he felt a little pity. One is because if Lamir is caught, if he has any spiritual potion, Ye Changmeng may be escaped by him; the other is... if he uses the spiritual potion, he may not be able to enjoy this beautiful interrogation.
Chris nodded silently, and walked towards the boy step by step.
He restrained the strength of his palm, otherwise, he couldn't help crushing the reagent in his hand!
The boy's body was already covered with horrific welts, but his eyes were still burning, and there was no sign of fatigue. It seemed that the punishment of the past few days had not affected him in any way.
But Chris knew that in the darkness after everyone had left, the boy was gnashing his teeth in pain.
The distance between the interrogation room and the cell was lowered as usual today, because Yarron thought that the slumped state of these prisoners might bring psychological pressure to the young man. After all, they were all omnipotent federal soldiers in the hearts of the federal people.
But Ya Yalun seems to be wrong. Qing Yun did not collapse because of the dejected state of the prisoners behind him. On the contrary, after the interrogation, the prisoners who were on the verge of collapse were affected. Their eyes became sharper and their postures became more upright every day .
Chris has no doubt that they are about to get rid of the aftereffects of psychotropic drugs.
Jorah seems to have magical powers, and just looking at him can heal the wounds in the heart.
Chris walked up to Qing Yun, put the venom into the syringe, and untied one of his hands.
Due to the long-term bondage, this hand has shown an abnormal bruise. Last night, Chris rubbed the soft palm with pampering eyes. He knew that although Jorah was very thin and his hands were slender enough, the backs of his hands were full of sensuality, even with cute bean nests like a baby.
But now, he wanted to pull the round and lovely fingertips and inject venom into them.
The needle of the syringe pierced deeply into Qing Yun's fingertip, and with the injection of venom, the finger instantly became swollen and blue.
Qing Yun watched his finger being pricked coldly, and glanced at the man in front of him with a cold face who showed no emotion. Although he knew that this person was justifiable, the scene of him poking himself with a needle suddenly made Qing Yun feel Extremely dazzling.
"Snapped!"
With a twist of his wrist, Qing Yun broke free from Chris' restraint, and slapped him firmly on the face.
Chris was startled, he was negligent, otherwise the boy would not be able to break free from his hand. However, before he could turn his head, Chris heard the boy's cold voice again.
He still scolded: "Traitor."
Chris looked up into Qing Yun's eyes, full of coldness and impatience.
Until now, Qing Yun had only spoken three sentences to him, two of which were calling him a traitor. The first time, Chris didn't notice it, after all, he had heard similar words thousands of times.
However, this time, the same two words made Chris feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
He stared closely at Qingyun's eyes, even if the emotion in the young man's eyes made him feel like a knife, he would not move away.
In Chris' ears, the whole world was quiet, and he could clearly hear the weakest and most humble pleading in his heart:
Please don't... look at me like that.
Even though the heart was frozen and shattered under the young man's stare, Chris still didn't pause, grabbed the young man's hand as if nothing had happened, and continued to inject venom into his fingertips.
The venom was evenly injected into the boy's ten fingers without error.
Chris opened the jalan flower's venom and poured it into the groove of the whip.
The sound of the whip piercing the air sounded, and under the watchful eyes of the federal soldiers behind him, the young man still lived up to everyone's expectations and kept the secret of the federation and his own dignity.
Chris masochistically counted the number of times he hit the boy.
once, twice...
Another carnival after victory. Chris took advantage of this gap and walked towards the interrogation room. He took bigger and bigger steps, until he couldn't even maintain his calm appearance and ran wildly in the corridor.
Jorah's body is already weak, and the venom is venom after all. Of course, there are not only painful side effects. The venom of the army-eating ants can cause internal organ failure, so he must quickly remove the venom from Jorah's body.
At the door of the interrogation room, Chris stopped suddenly.
Jorah... probably still awake.
The corridor was extremely quiet, so quiet that the only sound was Chris breathing.
Quiet? He didn't sing today
Chris's heart shrank suddenly, and he opened the door of the interrogation room and walked in without thinking about other things.
The boy lowered his head and was tied there quietly.
No singing, no muttering curses at him, no wrinkling of noses about pain.
Not even... Chris couldn't hear his breathing.
Chris felt a sting in his eyes for a moment, and he said hoarsely: "Jorah..."
The boy didn't respond.
Maybe my voice was too low for him to hear, Chris comforted himself.
He approached slowly, put down the unresponsive Qing Yun, hugged him into his arms, and slumped against the wall and slid down.
The boy's fingertips were frighteningly cold, but Chris didn't seem to feel it. He kissed the boy's purple fingertips, as if trying to suck the venom out of it.
Chris fell into a strange panic. He took out all the medicines he carried with him, but unfortunately, he didn't have the antidote for this mixed poison.
Picking out a bottle of the most precious antidote, Chris injected all of it into the boy's body.
He pressed against the boy's blood-stained forehead, and kept pecking and kissing his upturned nose: "Jorah, can you hold on a little longer? Baby, hold on a little longer, trust me..."
Hot tears slid down Qing Yun's forehead, streaked across his eyelashes, and flowed down windingly.
In Chris' arms, Qing Yun opened her eyes silently, their eyes were bright, without any confusion at all.
Just to scare you to death!
A certain guess in his heart had already made Qing Yun unhappy for two days. Now that he saw the man who was holding him in pain, he finally felt a little better.
But in the end, this man can't be too broken, otherwise the plan can't be completed, and both of them have to finish.
So Qingyun moved his fingers mercifully.
Sensitively aware of the subtle movements of the person in his arms, Chris paused, feeling a surge of joy in his heart.
He immediately lowered his head to check Qing Yun's situation, and when he lowered his head, he met a pair of eyes that were shining brightly even in the darkness.
They are speechless.
Chris's heart was pounding hard, but in the end, he still didn't speak, didn't explain.
Silently checking the boy's body, Chris hung him back again with the boy's clear gaze, then turned and left the interrogation room.
As soon as he was out of Qingyun's sight, Chris's strong back collapsed instantly. He leaned against the door of the interrogation room, and slowly slid to the ground, feeling an uncontrollable feeling of fear in Chris's heart.
Fortunately, fortunately, he is still alive.
Chris raised his head and wiped his face, only to find that his fingers were trembling.
After only a moment of depression, Chris cheered up again. His depression and fear have no effect. If he wants to save Jorah, he must get the chip immediately.
Chris stood up, his whole body became as sharp as a saber again, and he walked firmly in one direction.
These days, he already knew the location of the storage chip, but there is a layer of password protection outside the chip, and the alarm will be triggered if he is not careful, so he has to think again...
Yalen will not only pin his hopes on Dr. Ramir. Since there is a team in Flamingo that can produce genetic weapons, they will naturally try to crack the genetic chip, so there are always people watching around the chip, which undoubtedly adds to Chris great difficulty.
Jorah's interrogation continues.
Chris took the whip from Yarron's hand with a blank expression. This was no longer the first one. The instruments of torture were changed one after another, but Yarron obviously loved the whip-shaped weapon very much.
Chris walked towards Qing Yun step by step, a moment of hesitation flashed in his heart. The scene of the boy losing his breath and freezing cold last night is still vivid in his memory. Chris knows that the boy's body has reached its limit. Can he still survive today's punishment
He raised his eyes to look at the young man, what happened last night must have made Qing Yun suspicious of him.
Chris is not worried that Qing Yun will expose his pretending to join the enemy, but what he is more worried about is, if the young man guesses the truth, how will he face him
Previously, Qing Yun made no secret of his hatred and dislike for him. Although these emotions made Chris suffer, he was even more afraid that the young man would not even have the stance of hatred, so he could only passively bear the pain on his body.
The moment of hesitation did not escape Ya Yalun's eyes, and Ya Ya Lun's gloomy voice sounded immediately: "Chris, what are you waiting for? Have you softened your heart?"
Chris's heart trembled, and he was about to start, but suddenly a singing sounded in his ear.
It was Qing Yun's voice.
Chris obviously didn't expect Qing Yun to sing at this time, after all, the young man has always endured the pain during the interrogation, not making a single sound. But Chris likes to listen to him sing. He even secretly followed Jorah's Starnet account, knowing that the boy's dream is to sing for the whole world.
The sudden sound attracted everyone's attention, especially the federal soldiers behind Qingyun.
Because, this is the national anthem of the Commonwealth.
The young man's clear voice was like the bright dawn on the horizon at dawn, like the struggle of federal soldiers standing in the blood and fire. Layers of darkness are washed away by this infectious voice, revealing a bright future.
The artillery fire of the Federation seemed to echo in everyone's ears, embellishing the boy's singing with a heroic background.
Even if the bodies of martyrs are trampled under their feet, even if the black and bloody scorched earth spreads for thousands of miles, there is still hope in the eyes of the people. Even though the scythe of death is held high, no one wants to give up.
Not only the boy's voice, but also a few rough voices came in sonorously and powerfully. It was the federal soldier with a straight back and shining eyes behind Qing Yun.
Hundreds of millions of people from the Federation flashed through Chris's mind, and he instantly understood the boy's intentions, which were to encourage him.
He's encouraging you, so hold on, Chris.
"Wrecked his throat!"
Abel's malicious voice seemed to come from hell.
A burst of electric arc flashed, and the originally clear voice instantly became hoarse. The voice was like weeping blood, but it still sounded firmly.
Chris held the handle of the whip with a flashing arc in his hand. He watched the boy lower his head, a tear fell directly from his black pupil, and "slapped" on his silver military boots.
My dream is to sing for the world to hear.
This sentence, which was posted on the homepage of the Jorah Star Network account, slowly surfaced in Chris's mind.
See, you ruined his dream.
This awareness even made Chris's soul escape from his body, but something even more terrifying happened.
When the boy's throat was shocked by electricity just now, the flickering electric light also hit the glands at the back of the boy's neck, and the extremely sweet pheromone quickly spread throughout the room.