The Legend of Bimeng: Chapter 602: Forced Confession

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Chapter 602: Forced Confession

I have to say that the level of executions on this continent is really not that good. It’s basically just one word, smoke!

To put it bluntly, it was actually a troll warrior who had been knocked unconscious by Lao Xie's punch. He took a whip and whipped the poor No. 2 bandit leader Sartre hard. Although the strength of the troll warrior's hand was enough to beat the satyr to pieces, with blood and flesh flying everywhere, the guy just kept screaming but surprisingly did not beg for mercy.

After being whipped dozens of times, there was basically no intact skin left on Sartre's body, and there was open flesh and blood everywhere. His whole body became gradually weaker, and his shouting slowly stopped, and finally only moans remained. .

Klass frowned slightly when he saw this, then waved his hand to stop his men, and then said calmly: "Sart, why are you doing this? As long as you tell the truth, I will ensure that you leave safely, let's Wouldn’t it be great if everyone gets what they need?”

"I won't be fooled by you!" Sartre said in a cold sweat: "Whether I tell you or not, I will die. Do you think I will believe your lies?"

"No, I can swear to the supreme **** that as long as you tell me the truth, I promise not to kill you!" Kras immediately said with a serious face.

"Yes, if you don't kill me, it will be your men who kill me, right?" Sartre said disdainfully, "I'm tired of this little trick, can't you try something else?"

When Claes heard this, he was immediately discouraged, and then he smiled bitterly and said: "Sart, I really don't want to kill you, so just tell the truth, right?"

"Nonsense, my eldest brother died in your hands, and we have become sworn enemies. If you let me go back, I will definitely seek revenge from you. You know this, so you will never Let me go!" Sartre sneered: "But you won't kill me until you get the secret in my heart, so even if it's to save my own life, I won't tell you the truth! ”

"Hmph! If you don't tell me, can you still guarantee that your men are all tough guys?" Klass sneered disdainfully. Then he winked at another troll warrior.

The guy understood immediately and immediately turned around and walked towards the other captives of the horse thieves. Then there was a sharp sound of whips and miserable screams for mercy. Soon, the guy came back with a **** whip and said to Claes: "Those horse thieves were the subordinates of these two brothers five years ago, but five years ago the Fearless Castle raided the horse thieves, and they were all killed by the terrible Lightning Saint. They were so frightened that they disbanded. However, a month and a half ago, they were suddenly organized by these two brothers specifically to ambush us!"

"Is there anything else?" Klaas asked: "For example, the origin of the Lord of Gods and Monsters?"

"Those little thieves don't know. They don't know what the two brothers have experienced in the past few years! They only know that the two brothers seem to have backed a certain noble person. Not only did they get a sum of money, but they also got two Lord of gods and monsters," the troll warrior said helplessly.

"You said they were specifically here to ambush us?" Claes suddenly asked.

"Yes!" said the troll warrior: "That's what they said, and they have been waiting for us here for more than ten days!"

"It seems that someone is trying to harm us!" Klaas then sneered: "Sart. Now please tell me, who is plotting against me?"

"No!" Sartre sneered: "If you tell me, I will die!"

"If you don't tell me, you will die!" Claes said with a murderous look on his face.

"Then you come to kill me?" Sartre said disdainfully.

"You~" Klass immediately became furious when he heard this, but in the end he was really reluctant to kill the only insider.

That's when. Lao Xie suddenly interjected: "Brother Sartre, just tell me honestly. At worst, I will save your life!"

"You?" Sartre became angry when he saw Lao Xie, and couldn't help but sarcastically said: "You're a **** who knows how to show off, it's strange that I believe you!"

"Forget it if you don't believe me!" Lao Xie said nonchalantly: "However, I still have a way to make you tell the truth!"

"Haha, you underestimate me too much. I'm even afraid of death!" Sartre laughed wildly and said, "Use whatever tricks you have! I'll take the next step!"

"Okay. Just wait!" Lao Xie curled his lips, and then said to Klass: "Mr. Klass, can you find some live scorpions?"

"Live scorpions?" Klass frowned and said, "There are poisonous scorpions everywhere in the Gobi. This one is not difficult to find, but can that thing really make him speak?"

Lao Xie leaned into Krasdi's ear and said, "That's enough!"

After listening to Lao Xie’s words, Krass. Suddenly a cold sweat broke out. Then he extended his thumb to Lao Xie and said: "You are cruel!"

"Hehe. Just so so!" Lao Xie said with a hint of pride.

"It's not ordinary!" Klass smiled bitterly, then turned to his subordinates and said: "Go and catch the poisonous scorpions for me!"

"Yes!" A dozen men immediately dispersed.

It may be difficult for other creatures to survive in the vast Gobi, but scorpions are an exception. They live extremely comfortably in this harsh environment, almost completely occupying the Gobi. So in a short time, Klas's men caught dozens of fat black poisonous scorpions.

These scorpions were put in an animal skin bag, and Claes asked people to show them to Sartre. At the same time, he said to him: "Sart, do you see it? These are poisonous scorpions. In the Gobi, food is scarce. They eat almost everything they see. You can imagine what will happen if I put them in your underwear." What’s the situation!”

As soon as Klaas said this, the people around him broke out in cold sweat, and Sartre was even more frightened, and then hurriedly said: "No, you can't do this!"

"No, I can do this!" Claes said with a smile: "Now, I ask and you answer. If you don't answer once, I will put a scorpion in until your underwear is filled!" After speaking, Klaas winked at his subordinates.

A few of his men understood immediately, and walked over with a grin on their face, and **** all of Sartre's trouser legs to prevent the scorpion from escaping from the trouser legs. At the same time, a troll warrior also grabbed a scorpion from his pocket. It kept swinging in front of Sartre's pale face, allowing Sartre to clearly see the ferocious appearance of the poisonous scorpion.

After seeing that everything was ready, Klaas started to ask with a smile: "Sart, tell me now, who is the mastermind behind the scenes?"

"I, I, I don't know!" Sartre said with a trembling heart.

"Very good. Put it in!" Claes said without hesitation.

As soon as the troll warrior heard this, he immediately stuffed the big scorpion into Sater's pants. Sartre then shouted in horror, "Ah, no, it's crawling around in my place! Take it out quickly, please!"

"As long as you tell me who that person is, I promise to take it out right away!" Klaas said with a smile.

"I really don't know!" Sartre shouted hastily.

Klass didn't bother to talk nonsense with Sartre, he just gave the order coldly. "Next one!"

So, another scorpion entered Sartre's underwear.

"No, they're starting to bite me!" Sartre cried.

"The best!" Klaas then sneered: "Keep stuffing it until he is willing to say it!"

The troll warrior then stuffed the scorpions in one after another. Sartre kept crying, and finally. When more than a dozen scorpions entered, he finally let out a miserable cry: "Ah~~~! Damn it, they've got their mouths! My baby!"

As Sartre screamed pitifully, the people around him soon discovered. There were a few drops of red marks on his pants, which were obviously blood spurting from the wounds, which showed that the scorpion inside was really serious.

The smell of blood seemed to stimulate these greedy guys, and the scorpions inside became violent. Through their clothes, people could clearly see that those guys were twitching excitedly inside as if they had taken stimulants. And Sutter's screams became more and more intense.

Finally, Sartre couldn't bear it anymore. Surrendered: "Okay, okay, I said, get these hateful things away! Quick, quick~"

"Say it first and then bring it out!" Klaas said cruelly.

"Take it first and then talk about it!" Sartre said anxiously.

"No, I'm afraid you'll regret it!" Klaas said calmly: "You'd better hurry up, a name won't waste much time, but if you continue to be verbose, I'm afraid it will make your little The baby has completely become food for scorpions!”

"Damn it!" Sartre cursed. Then he quickly said: "His name is Lancer!"

"Lancer?" Klass frowned and said, "I have never heard of this person! Are you lying to me?"

"No. It's really him!" Sartre shouted hurriedly: "Take out the scorpion quickly!"

"First tell us how you met and how you plotted against me!" Claes said: "Speak quickly, this will help save your little baby!"

"Asshole!" Sartre cursed in anger, but he did not dare to delay and said as quickly as possible: "We met in Pika City in the Griffin Kingdom, and he took the initiative to find us. Brother, he said he was willing to help us rebuild the bandit group! He also provided us with two powerful monster masters. He just wanted to be our channel for selling stolen goods! He also guaranteed that we could get official protection from the Griffin Kingdom and give us 50% of the price of the stolen goods! ”

"Fifty percent?" Everyone was somewhat surprised when they heard this. You must know that stolen goods are difficult to get rid of quickly because of improper sources. Therefore, the general channels for selling stolen goods only take 30% of the value of the stolen goods themselves. But now the other party has offered a high price of 50%, and even provided two monster masters to increase their combat effectiveness. For the thieves, this is simply a piece of cake in the sky. No wonder these guys who have washed their hands are tempted.

"Then why did you choose me?" Claes suddenly asked.

"Lancer provided us with information, saying that there is a batch of sea agate in your caravan! It is said to be priceless! He wanted to get this thing, so he asked us to ambush him!" Sartre then said: "Now I have said everything. , please take them out quickly! If you wait any longer, my baby will be eaten up!"