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The corner of Turner's mouth twitched: "Ah, yes..."

Nios smiled at him, picked out two long nails from the torture tray, walked lightly to the man, bent down, and said softly, "Are you awake?"

"Ah..." The man's gray lips trembled.

Neos curled his lips: "It seems not yet."

His voice was extremely calm, but the jailer behind him gasped nervously.

Turner's face had changed color.

Then I saw Neos raise his hand, revealing the two long nails pinched in his hand.

ding ding.

He tapped two spikes: "Now, then, I need you to hit the spirit."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for everyone's reaction, he slapped the man's heart fiercely, the man's eyes turned white, and the moment his consciousness emerged.

Nios held the long nails in both hands and slammed them down. Two square nails as thick as little fingers pierced his palms immediately, and the nail heads pierced into the armrest of the chair.

Howls of despair!

Turner and the jailers collectively felt great excitement and shock.

"Made... bastard!" the man cursed.

The binding rope creaked, and he twisted his whole body, rocked back and forth, and wailed with the chair.

Blood gushed out from the palm, like a spring with two bays opened.

"Very well, you are finally concentrating."

Nios took half a step back and nodded with satisfaction: "Then I'm going to ask you a question."

"Fuck...fuck!"

The man was still yelling: "I'm a ghost and I won't let you go!"

Neos snorted: "It's troublesome to be too energetic."

After speaking, he picked up a hammer from the side, raised his hand, and flicked his wrist. Without saying a word, he smashed it directly on the nail.

duang! duang! duang!

The man screamed horribly.

Finally, when the nails were completely inserted into the back of his hand, Nios seemed to have finally finished his preparations. He let out a long breath, swung the hammer head horizontally, and swung violently at the four fingers of the man's right hand!

The finger bones were broken, the cry was completely broken, and the thick body twisted violently.

The jailer behind him covered his mouth.

Turner couldn't help gritting his teeth and rubbed his fingers.

The man couldn't cry anymore, twisted his body, tears and snot poured down his nose, and his throat was sobbing.

"It's good to be quiet,"

Nios nodded expressionlessly: "Although I don't know what I have experienced before, it seems that I often encounter this situation,

In the past, the conditions were not good, and there were only a few ways to do it. In the end, the person died and nothing was asked.

Either it doesn't hurt enough, and the other party doesn't take this kind of thing at all, so they have a very headache. "

Nios let the man pace and couldn't help shaking his head.

"So I tried everything I could for places that weren't deadly,"

He stood still in front of the man, squatted down, and sighed: "For example, pulling out nails, bending knees and so on."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man had a crying expression on his face.

Neos smiled at him: "Oh, but men are much more convenient, because men still have a place..."

The voice was drawn very long, provoking daydreams.

The jailer behind him tightened his lower body with Turner, trembling all over.

Neos took out a small knife and used it to pry open the man's robe, exposing the entire crotch.

"Because the experience I can't remember seems to tell me that what male prisoners are most afraid of is not the cramping and skinning, but the thing between their legs being cut off.

But cutting that thing, although it is not as painful as the ones just mentioned, but for men, it is an instinctive fear and a shame on the soul. "

The blade was close to the folds of the bag, and the chill hit, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

Nios continued to remain expressionless: "Then we have to consider whether to cut the bag open and take out two, or chop off the whole root, it depends on the torturer's mood."

The jailer and Turner couldn't take it anymore, and a group of people rushed out the door.

Neos didn't look back.

The man looked at them, burst into tears, and said tremblingly, "Lo...the Romans..."

Neoston lived, and the knife was farther away: "Give me a name."

"They, they said it was the boss, the job given by the governor..."

"Paulinus?" Neos frowned.

"should be......"

"Well, tell me how many of you come in, how to connect, and where to meet."

"Yes Yes......"

"Very good, that's right." Neos stood up in satisfaction.

"..."

............................................................

Neos opened the wooden door of the cell, walked out of the hut, and Turner greeted him.

Not long ago, the jailer and Turner could not bear it anymore, and they came out of the execution room and waited.

Unexpectedly, it didn't take long for Neos to finish the interrogation.

I just don't know if the person inside is dead or alive.

Turner looked at the man, the gray robe was still spotless, the silver hair was smooth and dazzling, and there was not even a blood stain on his indifferent face.

But for some reason, this contrast made him feel even more chilling.

"How did it turn out, my lord?" Turner asked.

"Well, he doesn't know much, but following the clues, he can still deduce a lot of information."

Neos nodded: "I just want the stuff inside, I'll trouble you to clean it up."

East, something...

The corner of Turner's mouth twitched wildly: "No, it's okay, isn't it just a dead person, I've seen a lot."

After finishing speaking, he pushed open the half-covered cell door, and his pupils dilated instantly after seeing the scene inside.

The next second, he covered his mouth, held the door with his hands, and retched.

Neos smiled, patted his shoulder for comfort, and said, "Don't tell Her Lady Queen."

When it was over, he walked towards the door.

As soon as he got out of the small black building, Boudica ran over and said, "How is it? What did you ask?"

Nios put down his rolled up sleeves and said, "These people were criminals outside the island, and they were brought to this island in order not to be punished for their crimes and meritorious deeds."

"So it's not a specially trained spy?" Boudica looked thoughtful.

"Well, so it should be just an accident that someone like Fei appeared." Anya nodded.

"So why do you have to hire prisoners?" asked Boudica.

Nios said: "The organizational structure is rough, the training cost is very low, and the entrustment from the Governor-General...

This means that Paulinus has no money or soldiers, so he can only form and hire temporarily. "

"His power has been taken away, so he can't use the soldiers in his hand, and he also doesn't have time to train from scratch."

Anya asserted, and then she looked puzzled: "So why is he in such a hurry?"

Neos looked at his apprentice, both surprised and satisfied, and patted her on the head: "Who knows, maybe something was lost."

"In any case, it is basically certain that the Roman army is unstable, so should we take the opportunity to send troops?" Boudica said.

"Don't worry, the other party's intelligence line is now in our hands. It's really unreasonable not to use it." Neos shook his head.

Anya was taken aback, turned to look at the master, and said with a smile, "It's the same again?"

"Yes, since you want to know our information so much, why not give him some." Neos smiled.

"..."

Boudica stared dryly, looked at the two, one big and one young, scratched his head, but dared not speak.

These two smiled like foxes, giving her a feeling of being abandoned.

"Then, what about the team of the Hidden Ones?" Fei came out suddenly and raised her hand to ask.

Nios thought for a while, then looked down at his apprentice: "What do you think?"

"Of course it is..."

Anya narrowed her eyes and smiled brightly.

"... Treat guests, behead them, and accept them as dogs!"

(First update, [-]-character chapter)

Chapter 160 Chapter 150 Nine The Open Net

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