Mysterious Commander, High Profile Love

"Sendi and Lulu are both in the hands of lone wolves. They are in an abandoned factory on the outskirts. The factory is surrounded by mountains and cliffs. It is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Our army is in ambush nearby, but they dare not approach easily. When he called, he wanted to negotiate terms with the lone wolf. The lone wolf seemed to have the same meaning. I just talked to him. You might as well go nearby first, but don't let the lone wolf find out.

Now it's best to wait for the lone wolf to think about it and contact you. "

The male voice said: "Thank you, Madam Yan, what conditions does Lone Wolf want to discuss?"

"I don't know this yet, but if he is willing to negotiate terms, I hope you agree to him first. The lone wolf is the pain of losing a child. If he goes crazy, he may not consider other things at all. He will die. But I will definitely pull Lulu and Sandy together."

Bai Taste said: "I know that he wants money, power and arms and drugs, and we can get him, even if he returns a cloned son again, as long as he doesn't harm our children."

Ye Luo didn't expect to hear this from the people of S·B organization.

She originally thought that this organization must be very independent, affectionate, and indifferent, so it can be as strong as it is today.

Powerful people and organizations have their own strict rules and unkind ways of dealing with them.

Ye Luo asked curiously, "Who are you? Lulu's father? Or Sandy's father?"

"Neither, I'm just a member of S·B. I watched these two children grow up."

"That's OK, if I guess right, Lone Wolf will definitely call me soon, and I will notify you immediately."

Ye Luo hung up the phone, feeling a little worried, and called Sandy again. This time the phone was turned off.

Sandy lay on a row of steel knives covered in blood.

The special soldier next to him sneered: "This kid looked at the thin skin and tender flesh, so he didn't even hum."

Another special soldier frowned and said, "Isn't his mother afraid of pain, if he is not afraid of pain, what is the point of us torturing him like this?"

"No, look carefully. He is afraid of pain and frowns tightly. He is bold and tolerant."

"Fuck his mother, just his muffled word, I'm so bored, I didn't breathe, but I was sulking." One of them threw away the hooked whip in his hand and sat down. Rest on the stool beside.

Sandy's body was dragged across a row of steel knives by another special soldier. After dragging it, he dragged it over again. The entire front chest was already bloody, and a layer of skin was scraped alive.

Sandy snorted, a painful sound.

He is a temperament that will not cry for pain if he bites to death, but he knows that if he does not cry for pain, these people will not let him go.

People who torment you just want to see how you are in pain. This is definitely not the time to talk about your spine.

To be tortured is to show the effect before the other party can be satisfied.

Sure enough, the man sitting on the stool stood up and smiled: "Oh, it's not easy. Finally let this kid make a sound of pain. Come, let me experience the feeling of making a hard bone hurt."

The flesh was dragged across a row of steel knives with the blade up, and Sandy felt that his muscles were being torn one by one, and some even scratched the nerves of the bones, which made him pierce the lungs.

But for him, no matter how painful things have been experienced, it is nothing.

All the pain in front of death is nothing, at least the pain can be felt, right?