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The Electric Treatment

"Alex..."

Brian glanced at the three lying on the ground, completely and utterly defeated. He stretched out his hand, "I'm Brian Mills."

"CIA?" Alex reached out to shake hands and asked knowingly with an expression of "you have been seen through".

"No, NSA." Brian shook his head.

"National Security Agency of the United States? Don't those guys hide in the base and engage in eavesdropping and hacking?"

Alex raised his eyebrows and looked Brian up and down: "Since when did field agents started helping random people?"

"...I've retired," Brian said, choking.

"You don't look like someone who can travel in peace." Alex said, glanced at the three men lying on the ground, and said, "probingly".

"Anyway, I hope your goals don't conflict with mine... there shouldn't be, right?"

You have to take the first move. This rule holds true in almost every field.

Alex wanted Brian to be his thug. It will take work to find such a protagonist-level combat power. Still, he offered to cooperate since it would be difficult for Brian to seek help from a stranger.

"I need to get some information from them." Brian hesitated but still spoke.

Of course, he understands the consequences of asking for help. Still, it had been more than ten hours since his daughter Jimmy was taken away, and he rushed here to find onoy the memory card in the damaged mobile phone.

According to the information given by his former teammates, the ninety-six hours after being kidnapped by this gang is basically the last time to find someone.

After this time, it is basically impossible to find them. They can be anywhere in the world...

Now, he can only race against time! So Brian can't let go of any possible clues or help at this point.

"...Interesting. It seems that this matter is very important to you." Alex paused, "Task?"

"No, my daughter."

After opening the mouth, the follow-up is simple. Brian said concisely: "She was tied up."

"...Okay, these people can be handed over to you for interrogation. Moreover, they have provoked me, and I was going to kill them, so it's okay." Alex only considered for a moment before agreeing.

"Thank you." Brian heaved a sigh of relief.

He is a little happy. As he expected the task to be extremely challenging, but now he has a capable helper.

"Don't be in a hurry to thank me. I have a request. You have to do me a favour." Alex shook his head and said, "Invade French TV one time for me to broad cast something live."

"...What are you going to do?" Brian's pupils dilated slightly.

Alex smiled.

"Have fun."

...

"Patter."

Crisp sound.

John wakes up.

The pain from the heavy blow on the face could not be felt, and the discomfort in the neck also disappeared at the moment. It wasn't that he had completely recovered but another more intense stimulation overwhelmed them all.

(Electri-Current)

Two iron nails are inserted directly into the thigh. One end was connected to a wire, a resistor, and then to the light switch to form a simple electrocution device.

The electric light above John's head flickered on and off, and his whole body trembled and convulsed unconsciously. Veins popped on his hands, legs, neck, and even face. The electric current was stimulating his nerves and spreading all over his body!

This is a method of execution that came from hell to the world after the third energy revolution of mankind. Even the most professionally trained agents may need help to persist.

John wanted to yell loudly, but a strong cloth ball had already been stuffed in his mouth tightly, making it impossible for him to make a sound or bite his tongue.

Ten seconds later, the switch was turned off.

In the eyes of John, who experienced the punishment himself, ten seconds seemed like a century.

"Woke up? I thought you were going to sleep more."

Alex fiddled with the camera. The money to buy it was naturally gotten from John's pocket. But since Alex is a kind and good boy so he used the camera on John himself.

Now the camera was used to record the performance and confessions of John and the other thugs. How nice.

"Where did you send the kidnapped people to?" Brian asked, taking the cloth from John's mouth.

"...Ha...ha..." John panted heavily, and his saliva flowed out uncontrollably. The heavy kick before seemed to have given him a bit of a clarity. Even though the severe pain awakened him, he was still in chaos.

"Not gonna say? Good enjoy."

Brian didn't have the time to wait for John to slowly recover. Now he is in a state similar to Night Demon John Wick's after his dog got killed. Who ever blocks his path will die.

Stuffing the cloth ball into John's mouth, Brian strode to the switch and pressed it. The light bulb flickered on and off, and John fell into hell again.

This time, it was fifteen seconds.

John struggled violently, but he was firmly fixed to the chair, which was fixed to the solid wood dining table, and couldn't move.

"Where are they sent?!" Brian took off the cloth ball and growled.

"Construction site... construction site..." John lowered his head. He couldn't feel the severe pain in his neck because his brain was already on the verge of collapse, and he could only use a few. So blured out all that he knew.

"Which construction site!" Brian asked forcefully.

"..." John seemed speechless or wanted to give himself time to rest.

But Bryan won't give John time. Nothing is as important as saving his daughter right now. If someone puts a nuke laung pad in front of him and said" Press it and New York will get nuked, but your daughter will be safe", then he will press it without hesitation.

Brian stuffed the cloth ball into John's mouth again and walked towards the switch. Every footstep seemed to step on John's heart, reminding him of the fear that surged through his body.

"Physical and psychological torture... It seems that I still have a lot to learn..."

Alex sat behind the camera and watched the live interrogation by his "senior" with great interest, without feeling repulsed or anything else. No matter how you treat human traffickers, you will not be excessive.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" John screned. He didn't want to experience that terrible feeling again.

Before experiencing it, everyone can talk like its no big deal, but there are very few who can really withstand it.

"Say." Brian turned back and took off the cloth.

"You only have one chance, and then I'll interrogate the other two."

"The construction site, that is... the construction site for women and girls. Many people went there under the cover of construction." Panting heavily, John stammered an address.

"They will all be sent there for the screening, and I don't know the rest...I swear! I really don't know the rest, please!"

John snotted and said with tears: "I am only responsible for finding candidates, and I am also forced. I am actually unwilling to do such a thing. Give me a chance..."

"How dare you lie?" Brian was furious and walked towards the switch again.

"No, I didn't lie. I didn't! I didn't lie to you!" John begged on the verge of collapse, "I really didn't..."

"...you'd better pray that you're telling the truth," Brian stopped, said coldly, and looked at Alex, "I'll interrogate the other two."

"Okay, let me handle it here." Alex smiled.

Brian nodded, and went out.

John breathed a sigh of relief, quite fortunate.

"John, John, John..."

Alex moved a chair and sat in front of John, chanting John's name with a sad face, "I thought we were friends."

"..." John forced an uglier smile than crying, "An, Alex... We are friends, aren't we? In fact, I want to tell you to let you go!"

"Really?" Alex was dubious.

"Of course it's true! I've never lied to anyone!" Seeing hope of success, John quickly swore, "Let me go, Alex. In fact, you have misunderstood me!"

"That's right, I also think you never lie, just like I never lie!" Alex smiled and nodded, "How can you lie to your friends, right?"

"Yes, yes..." John repeatedly nodded, recalling when Alex said he didn't know kung fu but kicked him unconscious not long after and started to have a bad feeling.

"Oh, look, I'm so busy talking to you that I almost forgot. I have a second thing to tell you."

Alex slapped his head, stood up, picked up the cloth ball on the ground before John's frozen face, raised his foot slightly, and stepped hard on the iron nail on John's thigh.

"Ahhhhhhh....!"

John's eyes were tearing apart, but he only managed to let out half a cry of pain as his mouth got firmly blocked by the cloth ball that Alex quickly stuffed in.

"No, no, no!" John shouted in muffled screams.

"The second thing."

Alex didn't even look at him, picked up the camera, and walked towards the door, which was also the direction of the switch.

"Human traffickers deserve death."

"Patter." The switch got turned on.

Crisp sound of electric current ecohed in the room along with muffled screams begging for mercy

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