My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 914 Torture
Matt smiled when he heard what the other person said.

After many years of working in the industry, I have seen countless tough guys who will eventually become as soft as a maggot.

In fact, he enjoyed this moment the most, seeing the other person's mouth as tough as a duck, but howling deep in his soul. This feeling made goosebumps appear on Matt's forearms.

"You have no right to despise me."

Sandro moved forward again and asked coldly: "You are just my Bichi now, where is the tunnel?"

"Fausto, where are you?"

"Hmph, sure enough."

Guillermo chuckled when he heard this.

Out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but look at the bucket on the ground.

As soon as he saw Sandro appear, he knew what he was here for.

Although he looked down on the other party, he had fallen into this situation and had no choice but to do anything. He coughed: "I want to negotiate some conditions. As you know, nothing is free in this world."

"After this, I will tell you all the clues you want to know."

Matt rolled his eyes, suddenly feeling bored.

After what this guy said just now, I thought he was some kind of tough guy, but as soon as his tone changed, I immediately recognized him as a coward.

Sandro twitched the corners of his mouth, looking angry and funny.

I thought Guillermo would continue to be tough, but I didn't expect that he would surrender in a blink of an eye.

"No."

Ethan flicked off his cigarette ashes: "I can't believe what he said now."

"And why should we make a deal with him? Why should he make a deal with us?"

If you don't do business without capital, go and negotiate terms with him.

Isn’t that a pure fool!
After being reminded like this, Matt and Sandro immediately reacted. The former scratched his head, jumped off the table, grabbed it and dragged it towards Guillermo.

The table legs scraped against the floor tiles, making a screeching sound.

This news made Guillermo feel chilled, and he quickly said: "Hey, stop, what do you want to do?"

"No conditions, I say."

"Don't tell me."

Ethan walked over and slapped his fat face cheerfully: "Even if you say it, I won't listen or believe it."

"Fake."

Guillermo was furious and looked at Matt excitedly: "I swear, what I said is the truth."

The upper class people are the most shameless.

On the contrary, it is many people at the bottom who are the real tough ones.

It is true that people like Guillermo regard human life as nothing, but the recklessness and toughness he had when he started his career have long been worn away by power, money, and women.

As long as they resort to means, they are often the most vulnerable to collapse.

I haven't taken action yet, but now I'm panicking.

Ethan greeted Sandro, lifted the struggling Guillermo onto the table, and held him firmly down.

Matt picked up the rope and tied him up quickly.

"Fuck, I don't want it."

After the matter was over, everyone looked at me and I looked at you. Ethan quickly shook his head: "I just wore one piece of clothing, you two are rock, paper, scissors."

"damn it."

Seeing them deciding their own destiny as if they were playing, Guillermo was sweating profusely: "Please, I'll say anything, don't do this."

Looking at Sandro's outstretched slap, Matt reluctantly retracted his fist.

He took off his shirt neatly and covered Guillermo's face. Guillermo blew hard to try to blow the clothes away, while still begging for mercy.

"bring it on."

Ethan walked to the end of the table and lifted it easily.

Now is the first step to revenge.

Sandro smashed open the lid of the bucket, lifted it up with force, and used it to recover some interest for his family.

"Whoa."

The water poured out, hitting Guillermo's mouth and nose.

Guillermo first held his breath, and when he couldn't hold it anymore, he suddenly choked out. The strong sense of suffocation and drowning made this guy struggle crazily, and the whole table kept shaking.

Among them, Matt has the most exquisite control of heat.At the most critical moment, he lifted off the wet clothes covering Guillermo's face.

"Haha~"

When he got a chance to breathe, Guillermo was like a landed fish, breathing with a big mouth and his nose widened.

Before he could recover, his eyesight went dark again.

With a snap, Matt threw the clothes up unceremoniously.

Sandro poured the water expressionlessly, his hands unusually steady, not trembling at all.

The water splashed down and spread quickly on the ground.

There was no muffled sound of beatings, no screams, only the sound of cold dripping water and violent breathing. This kind of movement made the two soldiers guarding outside the house tremble with fear, and the hair on their arms stood up.

They looked at each other and subconsciously took a step away from the door.

It seemed like there was some kind of devil inside.

After some time passed, Ethan frowned and pinched his nose with one hand.

Guillermo had been made incontinent, the whole room was filled with a foul smell, and the shirt covering his face was stained light red by the blood he had choked out.

"Okay."

Matt observed the other person's physical reaction and nodded to Ethan.

"bump."

As the table was lowered, Sandro threw the bucket of water aside.

After the wet shirt was lifted, it could be seen that Guillermo was in a state of mental breakdown.

As long as you don't continue to pour water on his face at this time, even if you ask him when he wet the bed for the first time, he will say it without hesitation. He is now more uncomfortable than death.

In the past half hour, Ethan walked out with a cigarette in his mouth.

The key information has been obtained, and the rest is left to Matt and Sandro.

The environment inside is so disgusting.

"Sir."

Noticing someone coming out, the two soldiers quickly stood up straight.

They stared straight at each other without any deviation.

Only through the movement of Adam's apple can one feel that these two guys are very nervous.

Naturally, they are not veterans who are on duty here. Such legendary torture happened under their own guard, which also made them feel frightened.

Waterboarding is expressly prohibited.

All law enforcement agencies are prohibited from using it to torture and extract confessions, which shows its power.

"Ah."

Ethan glanced at the two soldiers and walked outside.

Fresh air is urgently needed now. The room was like a cesspit just now, and I also experienced a feeling of suffocation.

The incandescent lights inside the base were bright. When he walked outside, he was surprised to find that the sky had become dark. Several deltas were active outside, watching the sunset sink into the mountains.

Throw away the cigarette butt and light another one for yourself.

The firelight illuminated his face, and the evening breeze blew away the scent of his body.

"Yo."

Following a shout, a black shadow flew over.

He caught it quickly, his hands were cold.

There were still water droplets on the beer can. He opened the tab with a hook of his finger, and foam spurted out.

"Thank you."

Ethan took a sip and thanked the beard.

"Small idea."

The bearded man waved his hand and raised a bottle with Ethan to signal: "Are you done with your work?"

"Come on, I'll take you to see something fun."

"Hey."

A figure jumped out from the side, startling the two of them.

(End of this chapter)