Section 472

"々｀ Someone wants to massacre the city?"

The middle-aged man shrugged, "This is your government's problem, what's the point of calling me here?"

He represents the royal family of Country Y at this time.

"Please tell His Majesty the King."

The Prime Minister said coldly: "The government of Country Y pays the royal family 3 billion for expenses every year, which is enough. People cannot be greedy. Let alone offend a superpower because of greed, and bring an unprecedented crisis to Country Y."

Through his words, the identity of the middle-aged man is self-evident.

A prince!

"Oh, are you threatening the royal family?"

The middle-aged man stared at the Prime Minister.

"No, you misunderstood."

The Prime Minister shook his head, "I am just telling the royal family that Buckingham Palace is also in London. If someone can really massacre the city, even Buckingham Palace will be massacred. Your Highness, can you understand what I mean?"

The middle-aged man's expression changed, and Shen (the good king) became bored.

But the senior officials of Country Y stood up one by one, ignored the prince, and walked out of the conference room.

This scene made the middle-aged man frown and take out his mobile phone...

…

Ten minutes later.

Inside a car driving on the road.

The 'Espionage Emperor' took out his mobile phone and looked at the incoming call.

Royal call!

"Hello, grandpa."

The 'Espionage Emperor' had a gentle voice with a hint of respect.

"Let him go and put away your petty thoughts."

The other party's voice was low and dignified, "There are some things that you shouldn't worry about, so don't touch them."

The call ends.

"Shouldn't it be mine? Isn't the royal blood flowing in my body?"

The 'Espionage King' put down his cell phone, his face was gloomy, and his eyes gradually became resentful, "Do you want me to let him go? Okay, I will, but I don't know if the people of the Dragon Kingdom dare to pick him up?"

Chapter 452: Like a dream (4 updates)

Priestley Eugene, sitting in an interrogation chair.

His face was as pale as snow, and his whole body was twitching and trembling.

For a week, Priestley was tortured to the point of collapse.

But he said nothing.

Because he knows it better than anyone else.

Suppose he told the location of his factory and the process of increasing tritium production.

He will die!

By this time, however, Priestley was in complete despair.

He saw the person in front of him taking out an injection and adjusting it, preparing to inject him.

"Are you sure you don't want to tell me?"

A middle-aged man was looking at Priestley coldly, the anxiety hidden in his brows was very obvious, "Last chance, say it, or not?"

Priestley stared at him quietly.

The despair in his eyes gradually turned into indifference, and finally turned into a sarcastic light.

"Do you know what it is?"

The middle-aged man sneered and pointed at the injection in his hand, "It will exponentially increase your body's sensitivity and amplify your nerves and senses."

"Sometimes, torture is a profound knowledge. Most of the time, this knowledge has the primary purpose of destroying the target's will."

"And a person's 360 body is a direct response of the human body's nerve senses, which is ultimately reflected in the will."

The middle-aged man rolled up Priestley's sleeves and took the injection, preparing to inject it. "You know, pain is the most direct sensory reflex. And this injection will make you miserable."

Priestley's eyes widened, but he remained dull.

He watched the other person insert the needle into his skin little by little, and watched the other person prepare to inject the medicine.

Sudden

Bang.

The door to the interrogation room was opened, and two men in suits rushed in.

"Let them go!"

…

Half an hour later.

Priestley finished washing and changed into clean clothes.

He stood on the street with a confused look on his face, as if he was living in a dream.

He is released!

To be honest, even the moment of release from being thrown out of the car.

Priestley also struggled to understand why he was released.

Even all the belongings he had before his arrest were returned.

If it weren't for the traces of torture on his body, they would still be there.

Priestley would have thought he was dreaming, a sweet dream.

He called a taxi and went to (daff) a hotel.

Until the moment when I checked into the hotel and had the waiter bring me the meal, had a meal, took a shower, and lay on the bed.

Only then was he sure that he was really released, and tears of joy flowed from his eyes.

Just as he was getting ready to have a good sleep and decided to leave Country Y tomorrow, there was a knock on the door in the guest room.

Priestley sat up in shock, his heart racing.

Now he is like a frightened bird.

Because of some trouble, he got out of bed and walked to the door of the room, looking outside through the door mirror.

When he found a young man with blond hair and blue eyes standing outside the door, he couldn't help but become confused.

Who is this person?

"Mr. Priestley."

The young man's voice came from outside the door.

Because of these words, Priestley's eyes lit up.

The other party spoke Longguo!

Quickly opening the door, Priestley looked at him excitedly.

"Hello."

Zhou Chen smiled and said, "Why don't you invite me in and sit for a while?"

This sentence is still said in Longguo dialect.

"Come in." Priestley stepped aside.

When Zhou Chen entered the room, Priestley glanced at the corridor outside the door, quickly closed the door and asked excitedly, "Who are you?"

"Don't speak yet."

Zhou Chen ignored him, looked around the room, frowned, "You should have taken a shower or went to the toilet just now?"

"Huh?"

Priestley's expression changed, and he nodded in astonishment, "Yes."

Zhou Chen didn't ask anything, but walked to the coffee table, reached out and took out a coin-sized black object from under the coffee table, threw it on the ground, and crushed it.

Then he took out a tissue from the tissue box on the coffee table and walked to a corner.

He crumpled the tissue into strips, stood at the corner of the wall, and looked at a round hole the size of a match head.

Raising his hand, Zhou Chen blocked the round hole with a strip of tissue.

There were signs of "invasion" in the room.

Since Priestley didn't notice it, it can only mean that the other party entered the room when Priestley was taking a shower or going to the toilet.

Monitoring equipment was installed.

After Zhou Chen confirmed that there was no more monitoring, he looked at Priestley who was standing there stupidly, "How have you been recently?"

"..."

Priestley, with a very ugly face, asked anxiously, "Shouldn't we leave here first?"

Even people without common sense should know this.

You were monitored and found the monitoring. Shouldn't you leave as soon as possible?

You also openly destroyed the monitoring. Those people came to arrest you out of anger. Have you considered the consequences?

"Not for now."

Zhou Chen shook his head, "Since they let you go, they won't come to arrest you now. And their target is not you now, but me."