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In the dormitory, Zhang Feng was lying on the bed with his arms as pillow. He did not expect that Ugly Tom and Handsome Tom had already closely analyzed the relationship between him and Silgava through surveillance videos.
This was something he didn't expect.
There is no airtight wall, no matter how careful you are and how deeply you hide it, there will still be clues left behind.
Fortunately, no matter how smart Tom is, he seems to have seen through everything, but he did not think of another problem, that is, Zhang Feng's purpose is not just to escape from here.
Ugly Tom and Handsome Tom regarded it as a joke. His real purpose was to destroy this super soldier research institute.
It was too crazy and too difficult to achieve, so it seemed impossible, so Handsome Tom didn't think about it at all.
Zhang Feng is thinking about one thing right now, that is, he has a vague feeling that their batch of experimental samples have reached the final stage of transformation into super soldiers.
So when will this final stage come back
This is the issue he is most concerned about now. If you don't pick the right time, you may not be ready when the time comes, and if you attack at the last moment, you may make mistakes.
Therefore, Zhang Feng secretly decided in his heart that he must move faster and arrange the few people he selected together as soon as possible to carefully plan this matter. Only in this way can he finally launch the plan. It’s not as if the preparation is inappropriate.
on the other hand.
After Caldera was treated by medical doctors and bandaged, soldiers with loaded guns escorted him outside.
Just as he was about to turn towards the dormitory, the soldier said in a deep voice: "This way!"
Move the gun muzzle to point in another corridor.
Caldera said confused: "Isn't the dormitory in this direction?"
"Nonsense, just do whatever you want!" the soldier yelled impatiently. At the same time, he picked up the butt of his gun and hit Caldera hard.
Caldera waved his hand and grabbed the muzzle of the gun. With a sharp tug, he pulled the automatic rifle directly into his hand.
Faced with this situation, the other two soldiers' eyelids trembled, and they immediately pulled the bolt of their guns, pressed the muzzles against Caldera's body, and said in a deep voice: "Put down the guns!"
Caldera looked around the two people with a gloomy face, sneered twice, slowly tensed up his muscles, bent the automatic rifle in his hand, and threw it to the ground.
The expressions of several soldiers changed greatly, but they did not dare to shoot.
Caldera didn't say anything else, just turned and walked towards the corridor they were talking about.
'Squeak. '
The door opened and Caldera was escorted in. He frowned when he saw Ugly Tom sitting behind the table.
Ugly Tom crossed his legs, saw Caldera walking in, and said with a cold face: "Sit down."
Caldera looked at the chair opposite him, hesitated a little, and sat on the seat.
The soldiers standing on both sides immediately cuffed his hands and feet with the handcuffs fixed on the chair.
At the same time, a ten centimeter-wide cowhide belt went around his back and tied him firmly to the chair.
Caldera tried to break free twice, but found that the handcuffs and footcuffs were very strong and impossible to break free from.
He looked at Ugly Tom with an angry look and yelled: "Let me go, what do you want to do?"
Ugly Tom did not answer Caldera's slightly childish question, but just waved to the person standing behind him.
The other party immediately walked out of the room knowingly, leaving Ugly Tom and the tied Caldera alone.
Caldera was still trying to break free, but in vain.
Ugly Tom put down his crossed legs and raised a sinister smile on his lips, but did not show any expression. He just looked coldly at Caldera's doomed futile struggle in sitting.
It wasn't until Caldera gave up the struggle that he spoke: "Why, gave up the struggle? Hum, I know how terrifying your power is, so, will I use handcuffs made of ordinary materials? I'm not stupid enough. To what extent!”
"What exactly do you want to do?" Caldera asked in a deep voice.
"I don't want to do anything to you, I just want to ask you a few small questions, as long as you can answer me honestly..."
Before Ugly Tom finished speaking, he was directly interrupted by Caldera, "What if I don't say it?"
"Don't tell me? I think you'd better tell me, otherwise I won't mind letting you taste the pain of my flesh and blood." As he said that, Ugly Tom sneered, took out a fist thorn from the drawer in front of him and put it on his right fist.
The silver fist gleams with a cold metallic light, and the sharp spikes are one centimeter long, which can amplify the fist's lethality several times.
The corners of Caldera's mouth twitched twice. Although the punch hadn't hit him yet, it was not difficult to imagine what it would feel like.
"Whatever you want to ask, just tell me. I can tell you as long as I know."
"I like your attitude very much. The first little question is, how much do you know about Tyrone's identity and when did you start to know him." Ugly Tom asked the first question.
"Tailon? I met him in the truck. As for his identity, how do I know." Although Caldera's brain reacts slowly, he still has a clear idea of what should be said and what should not be said, what can be said and what cannot be said. It's clear.
Ugly Tom shook his head slightly, and the sneer on his lips became even colder.
"Your answer makes me very dissatisfied." As he said that, Ugly Tom raised his fist and hit Caldera's chest hard.
boom!
The punch pierced deeply into Caldera's chest, with a sharp point of one centimeter piercing the flesh.
Forehead! Caldera let out a low roar from his throat, and the severe pain caused all the muscles in his body to tense up. His hands and feet struggled again with all their strength, but it was still in vain.
Ugly Tom sneered, pulled out his fist, and brought out a stream of blood.
"The following is the second question. Please think carefully before answering me. Do you understand?"
Ugly Tom asked coldly: "What is the relationship between Tyrone and Hilgava? What are they discussing? Tell me!"
"I don't know, I don't know anything. You can't even hope to get a word from me!" If Ugly Tom persuades him nicely, he might be able to get some information from Caldera. It's just that his violent interrogation methods aroused Caldera's rebellious psychology, so he simply said nothing.
"You are asking for trouble for yourself!"
Ugly Tom's expression was extremely ugly, and his stabbing fists fell like raindrops on Caldera's body like crazy.