MTL - Twenty Seven Years-Chapter 519 darkest hour

  Chapter 519 The Darkest Hour

   "This..." Byron didn't want to make any progress, so he first helped Verak find Celt, who looked like a **** of death, to inquire about things.

   "I'm going to rest first." Verac didn't give Byron a chance to bargain with himself, and lay down on the rough hard bed to doze off.

  Byron bit the bullet and agreed to leave, then went around the outside by himself, smoked two cigarettes, and returned to the prison: "Mr. Veraker, I have already checked the situation with General Selt."

   "Say." Verak lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

   "General Selt wants to interrogate them one by one, and ask the location of the other members of your action team." Byron fooled Veraker with a lie made up in advance.

   "What if you can't ask?"

   "General Nacelt will use some other means."

   "What means?"

   "I really don't know about that. I'm just a little guy. There's no need for General Selt to tell me everything." Byron said with a bitter face.

   After a few seconds, Verak asked again: "Is there any movement of government troops outside?"

   "At least there is no obvious transfer..." Byron was not very sure.

   "Is there anything special about the Martyrs Cemetery of the International Equality League?"

   "No." Byron was not clear about this, but in order to appease Veraker as soon as possible, he decisively gave an answer that would make Veraker feel more at ease.

   After a few seconds passed, Verak sat up and looked at Byron: "What do you want to know from me?"

"Just chatting casually." Byron racked his brains to think of a false purpose to cover up the advancement of his real intentions, "You should know that Capa is my man, he stole important information from the newspaper and the government and joined you, The responsibility for the failure of the public opinion war needs to be borne by me... such a big matter, even if I have ten lives, I can't handle it..."

Very fake.

   In general, Valakri didn't even bother to answer.

  But he still counted on Byron to continue to understand the situation of other comrades and the outside world, so he could only patiently satisfy the other party's request and let the other party taste the sweetness of the transaction.

  Byron coyly said: "So I, I volunteered to come here to ask questions from your mouth, and strive for some meritorious service, no matter how bad it is, if I can grasp some top-secret information, it will be regarded as a way to save my life."

"It's impossible for me to tell you whether it's information that can make you a meritorious service or that can save your life." Verak said, "I just asked about the situation of your other comrades who were arrested, and the situation outside. Now you can also ask me two questions. After asking, our transaction is officially closed."

   "Uh..." Seeing that Verac was quite trustworthy, Byron asked tentatively, "Does the International Equality League have a plan to rescue you?"

   "I don't know. Alright, I've finished answering the first question. I suggest you be more cautious about the second question. Think about what it is to ask for nothing." Verak played with Byron with great interest.

   "Hmm..." Byron thought for a while, and finally had an idea in his mind, "If you were to speak to the outside world for the last time, what would you say?"

  This question quite surprised Veraker.

  He knew very well that Byron's question must have bad intentions, but he couldn't see the danger from this question.

   "You can't say that you have nothing to say, then my two questions are useless, and this deal is too bad." Byron reminded with a smile.

  Verak also thinks so. If Byron can't gain something from the answer, it will not be easy to inquire about information from him next time.

"I will say..." Verak thought briefly for a while, and after realizing that as long as he was frank, it would be almost impossible for the other party to use him, he became more straightforward, "I will tell the people, Please believe in the International Equality Alliance, the International Equality Alliance will not be the only organization and force fighting for equality and freedom, but it will definitely stick to this goal forever. I will say to our comrades, don't feel sad for me, you must continue to fight Go on until we are victorious, until a brave new world comes."

   "I admire you very much." Byron quickly summed up Verac's speaking habits and style.

   "I'm going to rest." Verak lay down again, ignoring the respectful and sincere Byron outside the prison.

   Seeing this, Byron, although still unwilling, had no choice but to leave first, and find other ways to improve the details of the new public opinion war as much as possible.

  —

  In the interrogation room

  The scarred Murphy and the veteran Spencer were hung on both sides.

"That's tough enough." The major in charge of interrogating them put his hands on his hips, sneering, "But if you really have backbone, why don't you just kill yourself before you are arrested? In the end, you are still afraid of death. Since you are afraid of death, it is better to know about it earlier. Say everything, so that not only can you suffer less physical pain, but you can also become an example for countless people and live a life of glory and wealth."

  Both eyes were swollen, and Murphy, who could barely open a crack, turned his head to look at Spencer with difficulty.

   Spencer, who was covered in blood, spat at the major, and smiled coldly: "Suicide? I want to live until the day when the revolution wins, and watch you government lackeys lose their former glory!"

  The major approached Spencer, looked at Spencer's blind left eye, and asked, "See it with my own eyes? I'll goug out your right eye now. You probably won't even be able to find the door of the prison?"

   "If I can't see it, I can hear it; if I can't hear it, I can feel it." Spencer said.

Before he was arrested, he would have thought that he would be tortured and tortured to the point of inhumanity. If it wasn't for Veraker's last words from the bottom of his heart, telling them that as long as there is hope, they must live until the arrival of the new world. One day, he had already drunk bombs.

   And choosing to be arrested, he has done a good job of psychological construction. Even though he was extremely resistant before, after he really got here, he still showed the backbone that a man, a revolutionary comrade, should have.

"Why do you think you'll survive until that day? Do you think that if you don't reveal anything, we'll keep you alive? Or do you think that the International Equality League will recover Laizein soon, miraculously soon? To achieve a comprehensive victory?" The major laughed.

   "I have nothing to say with a lackey like you." Spencer chose to refuse to communicate with the major.

  The major smiled again, and then punched Spencer in the stomach.

   "Uh..." Spencer's eyes widened, veins were throbbing on his forehead, and blood was dripping from his mouth.

   "Come at me if you have the ability." Murphy took the initiative to provoke the major, enduring the severe pain of being whipped all over his body, and swung the rope that was hanging him.

"Don't grab it, there will be." The major punched Spencer, who was curled up instinctively, until Spencer couldn't even make a sound, and then leisurely came to Murphy, picked up a An iron rod was slammed on his leg bone.

"Snapped!"

  Just a moment later, Murphy clearly felt that his leg bone was broken.

   "That's all it takes?" His face twitched, but he didn't make a sound of pain, and asked in a joking tone.

"Hehe... Even if you can live, you don't even want to stand up in this life." The major laughed back angrily, and hit a dozen rounds with all his strength, until he was so tired that he was out of breath, and even the iron rod was a little bent. Only then did the torment stop.

  Murphy didn't groan in pain from the beginning to the end. He closed his eyes and his legs drooped weakly.

   "Huh..." The major threw the iron rod on the ground casually, thinking that Murphy had passed out, "Change, I'm going outside to get some air."

   "Just... this little energy?"

  Just as the major was about to leave the prison and take a break, Murphy's weak voice came from behind him.

  The major's face gradually became grim, and his emotions exploded: "You **** don't want to live anymore, do you? Good! Then I will fulfill you!"

   As he spoke, he picked up the iron rod and swung it towards Murphy who was trembling slightly.

  —

  Interrogation room where Shirley and Connie are

   Both Shirley and Connie were tortured immediately because they refused to surrender to the government and leaked information about the International Equality League.

  Shirley, who was covered in bruises and purples, hadn't said a single word since she was imprisoned. She kept her eyes tightly closed all the time, as if she was concentrating all her strength to fight the pain caused by the torture.

   Connie is very different, she is very strong. The harder the interrogator beat, the louder her curses became.

  Such a tough resistance caused Connie to suffer injuries several times heavier than Shirley's in the end. She passed out directly and was taken to the medical room by the jailer to continue her life.

  —

  In the evening, General Celt, who went outside to arrange work, returned to the prison.

  Walking towards the prison, he asked the spectacled officer Holt Ward, who stayed in the prison and was in charge of the interrogation: "How is it? Has anyone recruited?"

"No." Holt Ward shook his head, "There is a reason for these people to be selected as the leaders of the action team. Our methods currently have little effect. In addition, we are preparing to report to you, among which A man named Nizan grabbed a pair of scissors when he was sent to the medical room for treatment after interrogation, and committed suicide."

   "I don't want to see the same thing happen a second time." Selter paused, not too angry.

"yes."

"They will want to commit suicide, which means that our methods are actually effective. It's just that for a day, their will and psychological defenses can still be defended. What you have to do is to torture them to death It's better to die, but also to ensure that they can't die while hanging on." Celt instructed.

"yes."

  Going down to the prison, Selt stood in the corridor, unhurriedly pulled out a handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose: "What's the matter with Verak?"

   "Byron, the editor-in-chief of the Lazerin Daily, went to see him at noon, and he has been sleeping since then." Holt Ward said.

"Heh, as expected of someone who has been in Daimans Prison, we are really not enough for him to see." Celt admires and admires people like Verak from the bottom of his heart, but it is a pity that they are enemies, otherwise he would be very angry. I want to win over the other party for my own use.

   "I don't think it will affect him here, but it will trouble you. It's better to arrange him in a better place, so that you don't have to smell the smell here." Holt Ward suggested.

   "It was he who insisted on staying here, side by side with his companions."

   "Then if we force him to stay in a good environment, won't it make him suffer?"

  Selter's eyes lit up, and he withdrew his forward step: "It's a good idea, just come here, take him to the reception room, and I'll wait for him there."

"yes."

   Ten minutes later, Verac met Celt in the reception room.

   "Sit." Celt invited Verac to sit down.

"If you want me to stay in such a good place, do you want me to suffer, or do you want to use my situation to stimulate other comrades to reveal information?" Verak sat down generously, "If it is the former, you are not afraid of this. Is it my go-to? If it's the latter, I'm sure they'll be happy for me."

   "I don't have so many thoughts." Celt offered to hand Verac a cigarette, "I just think you are a very interesting person and want to chat."

   "Understood, you don't want to stay in prison." Verak said.

   "Oh, I remembered something, that one of you named Nizan committed suicide." Selt observed Verak's expression.

   There is nothing worth mentioning about Vila Keming's fluctuations.

  But I still regret it in my heart.

  Nizan, like Spencer, made it clear before his arrest that he was a person who might not be able to hold on in the face of torture.

  So, he planned to fight the government forces to the death before being arrested.

   That is more relaxed than being unable to hold on, and has more backbone and dignity than suicide.

It's a pity that the government army proposed a plan to burn the warehouse at that time. In order to protect Capa and Bella who were hiding, they had no choice but to give up resistance, and because of Verac's encouragement, he chose to try to face everything in the prison bravely. .

  The result was skinny and cold. For a while, Verak didn't know whether it was the right thing to persuade the other party to give up suicide and force him to suffer torture here.

   "Aren't you sad?" Celt asked.

   "Of course I'm sad." Verak's shoulders collapsed uncontrollably.

   "I don't see it."

   "I don't need to show it to you."

"Snapped."

  Villac lit a cigarette, leaned against the sofa and took a deep breath.

   "...Is the International Equality League really not going to save you?" Celt also lit one.

   "I refused." Verac said.

"reject?"

"They wanted to rescue me, but I felt it was unfair to those comrades who were not rescued, so I refused. You don't have to go to great lengths to set up various ambushes and wait for our comrades to come. From the time I was arrested From the moment I was alone," Verak said slowly.

   "It's really incomprehensible, it's really incomprehensible..." Celt flicked the cigarette ash, "But you also know that we won't let our guard down just because you said that."

   "Whatever you want."

   There was a silence.

"I'm inclined to believe you. Then you've told the truth. Let me reveal a little bit to you. It won't be long before President Auston will order you to be executed." The possibility of Verak leaving alive is infinite. Approaching zero, Celt no longer hides his words.

   "What about the others?" Verac was concerned about the situation of Murphy and others.

   "Follow-up for others...to be determined."

   "Yeah." Verak nodded, took another deep breath, and slowly exhaled "That's good."

  (end of this chapter)