Thriller Paradise Chapter 822: The ultimate rescue (14)
Buzzing
"Let you wait a long time, Mr. Austin."
With the sound of the electronic door opening, Kozmo once again came to the interrogation room where Feng Bujue was being held. And this time... he brought a box of "tools" as promised.
"I hope you will like this box of torture instruments." Kozmo put the suitcase on the table, opened it carefully, and intentionally or unconsciously showed the contents of the suitcase in front of Brother Jue, "Except for some classic In addition to the utensils, there are many novel gadgets..." He said in a familiar tone, "For example, this pliers is more effective than any dental extraction equipment; there is also that thing that looks like a steel needle, which is used to take eyeballs. Does it fit..."
He said quite proudly, trying to create a kind of psychological pressure on the person who is about to be tortured. However, before he could finish his words, the sudden change occurred!
It's too late to say, then soon! However, Brother Jianjue suddenly violent, with both hands out, grabbed the two sharp weapons in the box with lightning speed, and quickly inserted them into Kozmo's hands.
Kozmo didn't expect the other party to make such a move. When the expression of astonishment appeared on his face, his left palm had been pierced by a steel needle, and his right forearm was also pierced. Big scissors pierced through. The tips of the two sharp weapons have slammed against the metal tabletop, making it impossible to pull their hands.
"Well...I really like the things in this box, thank you for bringing them in." The next second, Feng Bujue ⊙↗long ⊙↗feng⊙↗wen⊙↗learning, ★fwx. smirk While speaking, he stood up, "Heh... Judging from your expression, you underestimate the situation in front of you..." When he said this, his strong hands still kept the two sharp weapons. The control does not give the other party any chance to get rid of the restraint. "You probably think that a person who is under surveillance and has his hands and feet handcuffed can't make any tricks, right?"
"You bastard..." Cosmo was also a tough guy, after these few seconds. He has been slightly relieved from the severe pain and shock, and quickly made an inference, "Could it be...you used the thumb dislocation method in full view..."
"Also~" Feng Bujue replied graciously, and then said, "The more a clever magician, the better at manipulating his hands and feet under the eyes of others. The key trick is to make good use of... The audience’s “psychological blind spot”.” While speaking, his strength in his hands strengthened a bit, “This room is very narrow, except for the simple set of tables and chairs in the middle. There is no furniture. And in this small space, With my hands and feet handcuffed firmly, I was also monitored by two surveillance probes at both ends of the ceiling..." He briefly described the situation in the room, and then said, "In this case, sit in the monitoring room. Those who observe me here... will slack off, because they will subconsciously think that I can't make any tricks."
"So...you use the cover of the table...to unlock the handcuffs." Cosmo took the conversation and muttered.
"Hmph...you guessed it right." Feng Bujue coldly snorted, "Speaking of which, I have to thank you...because you beat me so badly before. So when I made a'leaning forward, When lying on the table's posture, it seems reasonable. Under the cover of this posture, as long as I do not make too much movement, it is easy to quietly take off the handcuffs under the table."
"I guess I didn't guess wrong..." Kozmo answered with a trembling body. "You are a well-trained agent..."
"That's why you think too much, Officer Kozmo." Feng Bujue said with a smile, "Professional knowledge and psychological quality can be cultivated on their own, the key is to see if there is interest."
The voice is not over. Brother Jue suddenly cast a cold arrow. Seeing that he loosened the steel needle he was holding tightly, his right hand suddenly raised, grabbing Cosmo's hair.
bang
At the fingertips. He had already fought hard and smashed the opponent's forehead on the table.
"Um..." KOZMO raised his left hand with the steel needle, trying to stop Feng Bujue as he snorted.
Ran...
Boom boom boom
Brother Jue relentlessly shot again, and let the other person's head make intimate contact with the metal tabletop three times.
Kozmo lost consciousness quickly, his upper body lay motionless on the table, and his left hand that had just been raised weakly dropped.
Buzzing
At exactly this second, the electronic door of the room was opened.
After less than a minute, the security team who immediately assembled after seeing the surveillance had already crossed the corridor and rushed into this room.
"Stand back!" Feng Bujue turned his head and shouted, "Whoever takes one step forward, I will kill him!"
It's a coincidence. The first security team member to rush in was Gore: "Raise your hand...otherwise I will shoot!"
Feng Bujue didn't change his face, and a sharp weapon in his hand had reached Kozmo's temple: "If you shoot, he will die."
"Put down your weapons! Raise your hands!" Gore did not back down, "I advise you to stop making fearless resistance, Austin, you can't react faster than bullets!"
"Really?" At this moment, Feng Bujue smiled.
The smile made the three security team members who had stepped into the door shuddered.
"Then you might as well try it." Gore's excited smile was deeply imprinted on Gore's heart.
The smile is full of contempt for life. Anyone who sees this expression will undoubtedly believe that the owner of this smile is an anti-social desperado. He doesn't care about the life or death of others or his own. This kind of person can happily and happily face the mental pressure that ordinary people can't bear, and don't carelessly "gamble on luck" on this kind of thing.
"Are you going to roll?" After a short stalemate, Feng Bujue spoke again, "If I don't roll, I will cut something from him..." Cosmo's ears.
"Hold on!" Gore hurriedly stopped the other person. "I understand...I step back." He said, and gestured to the other two people beside him.
The security team immediately moved a few steps and retreated into the aisle outside the door, but Gore still leaned half of his body against the door without closing the electronic door; the muzzle in his hand was still Aiming at Brother Jue.
"Close the door!" Feng Bujue won't let the other party get what he wants. When Gore retreated, the situation had already fallen to Brother Jue's side, "I count three times. If the door is still open, I will be there. There is also a hole in his head, one...two..."
He counts extremely fast, making people have no time to react and think.
In desperation, Gore took another two steps, and the electronic door quickly closed on its own.
"Huh..." At this moment, Feng Bujue breathed a sigh of relief, "It's really fast. Stop Cosmo in a few seconds. I'll probably hang it here..."
Thinking about it, his hands didn't stop. After quickly finding the right tool in the suitcase, he used skillful unlocking skills to open the shackles on his feet. So far... he finally completely restored his ability to move freely.
Next, Brother Jue walked around the opposite side of the table and began to search for the items on Kozmo.
Not long after, he turned out all the things in the other party's pocket...
"Intercom, sunglasses, handkerchief, level five pass..." Feng Bujue searched for a long time~IndoMTL.com~ and found that Kozmo was carrying very few things, "Cut...not even a pistol." He murmured, and immediately picked up the walkie-talkie on the other party, regardless of the frequency, he directly pressed the switch and said, "Open the door."
His approach worked really well... Within five seconds, the door to the room opened again. Obviously, people outside received his message.
This time, Brother Jue, who had unfastened his shackles, simply hid behind Kozmo, using the latter as a human shield: "You, yes... it's you, give me your pistol." He With a sharp weapon against Cosmo's carotid artery, he shouted at the person beside Gore.
The man immediately turned his head and looked at Gore when he heard the words. After hesitating for two seconds, Gore nodded at him.
So, the man took out the matching gun from the holster and stepped forward slowly...
"Don't move." Feng Bujue shouted as soon as the opponent took a half step, "Put the gun on the ground and gently push it over." (To be continued...)
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