Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 320 Let’s have something exciting!
I waited for ten seconds.

Henry suddenly felt something was wrong.

He tried hard to open his eyes, and vaguely saw a pair of LOWA boots slowly approaching him.

I vaguely heard someone talking, as if asking something.

Then he fainted.

When he woke up again, Henry found himself in a room.

The room was a mess and looked a bit like a basement.

He subconsciously wanted to move his hands and feet.

But he found himself tied tightly to a chair.

"woke up?"

A strange man was right next to him. Seeing that he had woken up, he turned around and smiled at him, saying, "Luckily we got here in time, otherwise you would probably be in hell chatting with Satan right now."

"Are you from the CIA?"

Henry asked without thinking, because in his subconscious, the people chasing him were from the "Musician" defense department, and the people who helped him escape were most likely from the CIA.

Because in Henry's opinion, Song Heping will not let him go.

He betrayed the intelligence about the smuggling of SA-9 to the French DGSE, causing them to be almost intercepted in Eritrea. They must have hated him to the core afterwards.

"CIA?"

After hearing this, the strange man stared at him for a moment with an expression that looked like an idiot, then turned and walked to the entrance of the basement and shouted up: "Old squad leader, he's awake."

Soon, a man came in from the basement entrance.

When Henry saw this man, he finally recognized him.

He suddenly felt the chill rising from the soles of his feet, and his entire head was icy cold.

Chinese……

The strange man spoke in Chinese.

There's no need to ask these people in front of me, they must be from the "Musician" defense...

"It's over..."

Henry felt a little desperate.

He suddenly noticed that there was a bloody person tied up next to him.

On his right side, he was also tied to a chair, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"Who is this?"

His mind raced.

Killer?
He suddenly realized that the person tied up next to him might be the one who was going to hunt him tonight.

Thinking of this, his mind became confused.

If the person tied up next to me was a killer, and the one who saved me was Song Heping...

So, who is the killer?
A terrible thought came to my mind.

This was the conclusion Henry was most unwilling and afraid to see.

"JK."

Hearing Song Heping calling him, Henry shuddered slightly.

But no answer.

He didn't dare answer.

Song Heping didn't take it seriously. He held a bottle of Coke in his hand and handed it to the strange man. He pointed at the bloody guy and asked, "Did he confess?"

"No." Jiang Feng shook his head: "I guess he has received anti-interrogation training and can handle it."

Song Heping walked up to the killer and took a closer look. The guy's fingernails were gone and he was covered in blood.

Pain in ten fingers goes back to the heart.

The torture method Jiang Feng used was a very common physical torture method.

Looking at his palm again, there were two bloody holes in the middle. There was an electric drill lying on the floor next to it. He frowned and said, "Jiang Feng, look at yourself. You made him unconscious. You asked me to interrogate him properly, but you're trying to kill him."

"What can I do?"

Jiang Feng drank Coke and looked helpless: "I also want to be waterboarded, but there are no conditions here, right?"

This house is far away from the city, in the wilderness, and Song Heping just rented it a few days ago.

When I rented the place, I wanted it to be quiet and secluded. I didn't even visit the house in person, I just called the real estate agent to book it.

I didn’t expect that the house I looked so satisfied with in the pictures would have so many problems when I got there. The worst one was that the water supply facilities were broken!
broken!

It's really a disaster.

I didn’t expect that real estate agents in Algiers are so unreliable.

The mercenary boss was actually fooled by a small real estate agent.

It’s too late to cause trouble for the other party now. The person has been caught and the house needs to be used, right?

Calling the agent to come over and scold you won't solve the problem. If they come to your house to see what's going on or send someone to inspect it, they'll probably be scared to death when they see two guys tied up in the basement.

Wouldn't this cost another life?
So there is no way to perform waterboarding in this room unless you rent a car to bring water.

"Alright, alright, stop explaining. Go get a case of mineral water from the car."

After hearing this, Jiang Feng turned around and went to get some water.

Song Heping came to Henry, dragged a chair over and sat down, looked at the intelligence broker and smiled: "You didn't expect that I saved you, right?"

Henry didn't dare to say a word. He felt his blood racing and his heart becoming restless.

The man in front of him is the leader of a mercenary group that dares to go against the French and sell arms to the Sahel region.

Henry shuddered at the thought of having to endure the same pain as the guy next door. He would rather die.

"Just kill me! We're all men, show some ruthlessness, shoot me, shoot me in the head!"

Song Heping nodded and said, "He looks like a tough guy."

Jiang Feng came back at this time, but Song Heping left the basement. Not long after, he returned to the basement with a bunch of strange things and a suitcase in his hands.

"What are you doing with these things?"

"Do some handicraft."

Song Heping said as he put the things on the ground.

Then he took a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed the lid and poured it on the killer's head.

Water flowed down from the top of his head, and when it dripped onto him, it was already red, all blood.

The person woke up.

Seeing that the man was awake, Song Heping pulled a stool over and sat in front of him, as serious as a teacher educating a student who had made mistakes.

Jiang Feng was confused and didn't know what Song Heping was going to do. He took a look at the things Song Heping brought, which included copper wire, tape, and something that looked like a transformer. The toolbox seemed to be from the off-road vehicle.

"Hey, buddy."

Song Heping reached out and patted the killer's face: "Awake?"

The killer was a little confused at first, but after a while his soul finally returned to its place and he recognized who was in front of him.

"Kill me... I won't say anything."

He only said one sentence and lowered his head again.

Song Heping pointed at him and said to Jiang Feng, "See? Another tough guy."

After saying that, he stopped interrogating and just squatted on the ground and started tinkering with the pile of scrap metal.

"Do you know what it is?"

Song Heping didn't even raise his head, as he skillfully picked up the pliers and cut and pulled off the copper wire on the transformer.

Soon, only a thick magnetic ring remained of the entire transformer.

Song Heping then put the thick copper wire he brought into the insulating tube and began to wrap it around the transformer core...

While he was doing these things, Jiang Feng looked confused.

Henry and the killer were also confused.

He didn't know what Song Heping was going to do.

"Old squad leader, what are you doing?"

"Make a simple transformer..."

As Song Heping spoke, he looked up at the surrounding wires.

"The universal voltage here is 240 volts. I was afraid he would be electrocuted, so I made a simple transformer to lower the voltage."

Jiang Feng suddenly felt that his old squad leader was a little perverted...

He actually sat on a transformer to carry out electric shocks...

In fact, making a simple transformer is not too difficult. It only requires some basic electronic knowledge and materials.

All you need are two ferrite beads, two rolls of copper wire of different gauges, and something like insulating tape.

Before long, a simple transformer was ready.

Song Heping took another electric wire, connected it to the transformer, then wrapped one end of the wire around two iron rods as thick as chopsticks, and finally put on insulating gloves.

"almost."

Jiang Feng swallowed his saliva, his eyes wide open: "Old squad leader, are you planning to use electric shock?"

Song Heping nodded and said, "Yes."

He connected the transformer to power and then picked up the ammeter to measure the voltage.

After the test, Song Heping looked at the value displayed on the meter and shook his head dissatisfiedly: "Damn, it's a bit high..."

After saying that, he shook his head and said, "Forget it, it's not an electrical appliance anyway..."

He spoke all these words in English.

It was definitely intentional...

The entire production process takes about twenty minutes.

But during these twenty minutes, Henry felt his sweat falling like raindrops.

The killer was also stunned.

I've seen perverts, but I've never seen anyone this perverted. He even made a transformer on the spot...

He knew about electric shock.

Also received simulation training.

However, those were all experiential tests conducted in an environment with a voltage just over 60 volts. There was no precise number on how many volts and how much current a simple transformer like Song Heping's could output, and it was likely to fluctuate due to the crude equipment...

"God……"

He trembled inwardly.

Song Heping was wearing insulating gloves. He lightly touched the two iron rods, and there was a snap...

It’s all black…

The power outage occurred!
In the darkness, Song Heping cursed in frustration: "FUCK! The voltage is so high?"

The killer was sitting in the dark and heard this, and he felt the urge to urinate in his crotch.

　Asking for a monthly ticket! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)