V2.chapter 51 (1/2)

On the sofa in the office of song's group, Tang Zong leaned lazily, and song Eryi, in front of his desk, quietly buried his head and reviewed the documents.

Ding Ding -

the melodious mobile phone ring, Tang Zong slowly took out his mobile phone from his pocket to answer.

”Well... Ok... I see. That's it.” After listening to the phone, Tang Zong put his mobile phone back in his pocket, took a look at Song Eryi, who was working at the desk, and raised his charming voice. ”Yi, everything has been done. Wang will disappear completely in Dechuan in two days. People have already brought it. Do you think you want to go with me?”

Song Eryi stopped the pen in his hand, raised his head and moved his tight lips. ”No, it's all up to you. What kind of means are you? I know it clearly. As long as the final result is what I want.”

Tang Zong nodded, stood up from the sofa, put his hands into his pants pocket, and said faintly, ”well, I'll go first.”

”Go ahead.”

Not long after Tang Zonggang left, song Eryi picked up his mobile phone from the desk, dialed a few numbers skillfully, and quietly waited for the call to be connected.

”Young master.”

”How about... Did you eat it today?” He leaned back in his chair and asked softly.

”Not yet... The food that was sent in was still served intact, and there was no crying or noise.”

Song Eryi sighed, hung up the phone in his hand and pinched his eyebrows helplessly. Since then, song Qian has run into someone. After he rushed to the police station and took her home, she has been dripping water. No matter how he explains or persuades her, song Qian is still unmoved. All day long, her eyes are empty, just like playing vomit without soul In my own world.

If you think about it carefully, for at least a week, he would be in this state of not smelling, so every day at noon, he would call home to inquire about the situation, which seems to be a daily thing to do.

I didn't eat it again today. I'm afraid it's going to be ready for infusion again.

Qianqian, what should I do with you...

the dark and humid dungeon is full of disgusting smell. Tang Zong took out a square kerchief from his pocket, covered his mouth, and walked all the way along the dim light. The thick iron rope tied a small figure to the wall, and his head was spread out. It seemed that he could not see the human appearance clearly.

Then, a few people came running in a hurry not far away, respectfully facing Tang Zongge, ”the second young master... You are coming... Upstairs please.”

”Well, how was it handled?” Tang Zong glanced at the people around him, walked to the stairs, and asked lightly.

”Please take a hundred and twenty heart, and I will complete it according to your requirements.”

”Good.”

”Ah Tang Zong's words just dropped, the open underground suddenly rang out, tearing heart and lung shouting.

He stops, smiles gracefully, and then walks into the control room with a powerful step. He finds a place with a better view, finds a comfortable chair, and sits down to enjoy it slowly.

Again and again the powerful electrode, from the wall of the iron cable to the whole body, that sound from the heart of all efforts to shout out the call, let people listen to are particularly pitiful.

Ren Huihui, if you want to blame, you offend the wrong people.

In order to figure out who was not good, he set out on Tai Sui's head and thought it was a seamless plan. He destroyed all the evidence that was not present. As a result, he found the mastermind as soon as he called.

This is an air raid shelter specially designed by the terrorist party to punish its insiders or captured prisoners. There are all kinds of extremely cruel torture in it. Even the men who come in will yield to it, let alone women.

Usually, when you enter here, death is not the final result, but it makes you feel worse than death. This is the consistent style of the terrorist party.

”Bang,” Tang Zong snapped his finger, and then the people standing by and waiting for him ran forward quickly, ”two young masters, you have and command.”

”if the electric shock suck, we will treat the man in his own way.”

”Yes, two young masters.”

Tang Zong nodded with satisfaction. Then he saw Ren Huihui's locked hands suddenly clenched after being poured. Then the whole person raised his head and roared out. Baize's face was red, and his eyes seemed to have a hazy feeling. Because he forbade the discomfort of his body, sweat dripped down his forehead, and his brother's face was thumping up to let him see in the place To the people, almost straight eyes, in also inseparable from the line of sight.

He grinned with satisfaction, put down his legs and said, ”I'll go first. I remember to feed once an hour.”

The man in the control room nodded slowly, swallowing.