"Dumped rice?" Song Yingsheng asked in disbelief when he heard this word.

"Absolutely." The jailer sighed, "Although I don't know what your specific charge is, I heard that you killed an important person. If so, it would be normal to sentence him to death."

"..." Song Yingsheng did not answer, as if it was difficult to accept this fact.

"I understand your emotions very much. Take advantage of this last time and think about it." The jailer seemed to have seen this kind of scene, so he comforted Song Yingsheng for a while, and left again.

Song Yingsheng, who had just handed him the cigarette, lay on the haystack, and breathed a sigh of relief regardless of the filthiness.

He was not afraid of death, but was thinking about why all this became like this.

If I were to kill me, the moment I finished my toilet, that strong man should be able to kill me in seconds, right?

However, he did not do this. Instead, he used a lot of effort to arrest me in prison, and then said that he would sentence me to death.

This seems to be thankless and illogical, right?

So, if you think about it from this perspective, you will know that you should not be sentenced to death.

They probably just scared me...their real purpose should be...what is it?

Song Yingsheng didn't really expect that, so he chose to sit there and wait quietly for the arrival of the death penalty.

The waiting time is always long, and there is no mobile phone in the middle. Song Yingsheng can only do push-ups and play with his fingers. After waiting, he doesn't know how long it takes before he hears the jailer's instructions.

He began to understand why those prisoners were so afraid of single cells. Humans were group animals. Once they lacked communication and did not know time and could only do nothing, they would definitely fall into madness.

The jailer looked at Song Yingsheng, showed a sympathetic look, and said, "Prisoner No. 007, your death date is here, come with me."

Song Yingsheng, who was handcuffed and handcuffed, was escorted to a small dark room by four jailers. They were still very afraid that Song Yingsheng would resist and kept staring at him, but unexpectedly, he had been adding so many debuffs and couldn't even take out a rifle.

He had never thought of resisting, so he went into the small dark room and saw a small table with four seats, with three big men sitting inside.

The jailer left, and he was invited to his seat, and the three of them looked at him, and he also looked at him.

From old memories, Song Yingsheng knew that one of them was the chief of the soldiers, the one who ordered the hostages to be shot to death by Erzhou.

The other one is the strong man who knocked him out.

As for the last one, Song Yingsheng had never seen him, but judging from the military uniform he wore, he should also be part of the "Imperial Special Forces".

For convenience, we simply call them superiors, strong men, and passers-by.

Song Yingsheng smiled and spoke first: "Didn't you say you should send me to the death penalty? Where is my silenced meal?"

"Haha." The person who spoke was the chief, "We have seen too much of your attitude of not being afraid of death, but ah--"

"No one has ever been able to endure it and not speak out the information in my torture."

"I don't understand very much." Song Yingsheng really didn't understand.

"Don't pretend to be stupid!" The passerby who Song Yingsheng had never seen before slapped the table hard, "You actually killed a member of our special forces directly. You are the guerrillas, right?"

"?" Song Yingsheng became even more puzzled.

What guerrillas are? Song Yingsheng has no idea what the background is.

Only the strong man understood Song Yingsheng's confusion a little. He comforted the passers-by and the chief. It seemed that these two were his superiors and said, "He seems to be really not a guerrilla, he should be a mercenary or something."

"But he should also have the information of the guerrillas, right?" the chief asked.

"Yes." The strong man nodded, "But compared to this, I think what the two superiors hope to get more is the skills in his hands."

"Mr. Mercenary." The strong man turned his head, "When I knocked you down, the rifle in your hand disappeared in an instant. What kind of space technology should be?"

"Also, you killed some of our members for no reason. You must have been bewitched by those remnants and those rebels who tried to overthrow the empire, so you would do this."

"Believe us, as long as you hand over all the skills and tell all the information of the underground party that asks you to perform tasks, we will release you and promise you a lifetime of glory and prosperity."

The strong man smiled, like a kind and amiable man, making people not remember that he easily knocked Song Yingsheng out before.

I have to say that this person is really a good NPC. Song Yingsheng was a little confused just now, and now he probably understands the background of this world.

He was in the Minoan Empire. Some people resisted the rule of this empire and were called guerrillas. The troops in front of him believed that he was a mercenary hired by the guerrillas, so he attacked them and asked him to hand over the technology.

But the problem is, first, he doesn’t know any guerrillas at all, second, that technology is given by the system, how can he give it to them?

Song Yingsheng could only shrugged helplessly and told the truth:

"I'm sorry, I want to tell you too, but I don't know what guerrillas are, and I can't give you that technology."

"It's really a punishment for not eating toast!" The passerby was always very irritable for some reason, just like Song Yingsheng killed his mother, and he said to the superior:

"Sir, let's take the death penalty. I don't believe it. In the face of death, there are still people who are not afraid!"

"Don't be impatient, I'll ask again." The commander waved his hand and calmed down, then looked at Song Yingsheng: "Mr. Mercenary, you are just doing things for the guerrillas. Now the empire can give you more money, why not join us?"

"What men love is nothing more than wealth, sex, power, and wealth. If it is lust, our empire has captured so many beauties from enemy countries. Whether you like young, sexy, or cute, we all have them."

"Only power may be difficult to deal with, but if you tell the list of guerrillas, you are a great hero, and becoming a high-ranking official is not a problem."

I have to say that for ordinary people, what he said is quite tempting, but Song Yingsheng remembers that if he killed them, how could they be so easy for them to let him go?

More importantly, he couldn't say anything at all, so he could only face the commander with a smile and shake his head.

The chief sighed and said to the strong man, "There is no other way. Such a person can only be punished."

After he finished saying this, the strong man and passers-by forced Song Yingsheng to lift him up, just like he lifted a kitten and threw him into a small room.

There, Song Yingsheng saw the electric chair, the whip, the chainsaw, and a series of items that he could only see in the movie.

"Are you scared?" the commander pointed to the torture instruments and said to Song Yingsheng with a smile.

"Fear nm." Song Yingsheng spitted on his face.

p.s. Want to invest to 100. If there is a balance, can you invest? Thank you, but you don’t need to pursue it!
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