Chapter 157
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Out of the interrogation room, osmonov took out a zippo lighter, slapped a cigarette and took a few hard breaths.
A fat man with a white coat and a white mask in his pocket like a slaughterhouse butcher, but wearing camouflage clothes, led several people to the end of the corridor.
"Comrade major." the fat man held a hamburger in his hand, which made his belly very round. "I'm glad to see that you need my help again."
Even though the corridor smelled of choking smoke, osmonov still asked, a strong smell of wine.
"Anthony, have you been drinking again?" he frowned in disgust.
Fat Anthony shrugged his shoulders, and his red, fat, round face was filled with indifference: "I just drank a little, you know me. Drinking wine at work will make me more involved."
"Damn it! I shouldn't be looking for you!" osmonov fanned the air under his nostrils with his hand. "Remember, don't kill, you must live."
"As long as it's alive?" Anthony asked.
"Yes, I want him to live well. You can use the means..."
……
Qin Fei sat in the chair, stretched out his tongue and licked the corners of his mouth. His lips were not as dry as before and felt a little wet.
Good.
He comforted himself that the mutton he had just swallowed in disregard of his dignity and the lemonade he had drunk had an immediate effect.
It's a long drought and sweet dew. Maybe that's the feeling!
Osmonov was gambling just now. He gambled that he would not put down his dignity to eat meat and drink water like a dog, and he gambled whether this guy would bet on his self-esteem, dignity and psychological bottom line.
Now it seems that he won the bet.
Osmonov slammed the door angrily like a ignited locomotive. He hated that he had won this round.
He was suddenly grateful for the "dog like" life he received during the election training of unit 203. Maybe that's why the special forces set up these subjects, so that you can get used to swallowing the food in the trash can without frowning when the crisis comes, Let you drink the water that you usually feel sick even at a glance without hesitation when your body is extremely short of water.
Just now, as long as he hesitated a little, maybe osmonov could respond in a second or two, and everything he wanted to do would be successful.
The return of physical strength gave Qin Fei a chance to think.
In contrast, in the room full of harsh noise, the place where we are now is as beautiful as heaven.
The question that had been haunting my mind reappeared.
Where are the other comrades in arms?
Is this a training or a real capture?
He began to slowly recall every picture.
The person in charge of guarding outside the room is thunder. Why was he sneaked next to the house without any warning?
Qin Feifei thought something was wrong. He thought maybe it was really a training. Maybe the thunder at the moment was behind the black mirror. As before, he touched his chin and looked on coldly, analyzing his every behavior.
Bang——
The iron door was pushed open rudely.
Qin Fei turned his head and saw a group of people carrying all kinds of guys.
Batteries, instruments, buckets full of ice
Qin Fei's heart sank again.
In fact, he had long thought of this step. When unit 203 received election training, Qin Fei took a theoretical course on anti interrogation. When he was in the reconnaissance camp, he also participated in simulated anti interrogation training, but these are obviously pediatrics.
No matter how strong they are, once they really face these torture, no matter who will feel guilty at the bottom of their heart.
Qin Fei was no exception. His pores stood up because of tension, and his hands and feet even trembled for a few seconds.
Strict training soon brought him strong will support to calm his emotions. He must hypnotize himself!
Hypnotize yourself!
Qin Fei began to tell himself in his mind that this was just a training. They didn't dare to do anything about themselves. All they needed was to fight with themselves and win their psychological fear and physiological limits.
As long as we survive, everything will stop.
Maybe one day, Lei Gong will suddenly push the door in from the door, and then announce that all this is over. He is a big winner. Finally, he will write his "excellent" test evaluation in the file.
Yes, that's it!
Thinking of this, Qin Fei giggled with some self consolation.
"I can't see. You're still very happy." Anthony turned to Qin Fei from behind. He breathed wine in his nose and looked at Qin Fei. "I don't know if you can laugh so freely later."
The fat man speaks Chinese really well. I don't know where he learned it.
Qin Fei muttered in his heart, but he couldn't ask.
Active and passive, which is an important balance between interrogation and anti interrogation. Once tilted, the pried party is unnaturally trapped one ring after another, disrupting the whole process.
Anthony may be waiting for himself to ask for the reason why he shows Chinese in front of him.
Seeing Qin Fei didn't speak, Anthony's eyes flashed an imperceptible disappointment.
Put the last piece of hamburger in his mouth. Anthony clapped his hands, opened a suitcase on the table, took out a pair of white gloves from it and put them on solemnly.
tricks!
Qin Fei said in his heart that everything is routine!
This is a typical psychological oppression procedure in the trial, which is for yourself.
When interrogators face the interrogated for the first time, they first need to establish an image.
As you go to dinner, the elegant environment, clean dining table, enthusiastic waiters, a set of cumbersome and formal serving and side dishes as religious rituals, appetizers, main dishes and desserts one after another, give you a glass of aperitif before dinner, don't forget to change your dry white when it's fresh in Shanghai, and change it to vintage red wine when it's steak on the main dish
After this meal, even if you brush all the money in your pocket, you think it's worth it.
If you go to the stall, the boss will fry with cigarettes in his mouth, the waiter will bring the dishes, insert his fingers into the soup, throw you the dishes and chopsticks, and then match you with a pot of hot tea for you to wash by yourself. When you eat, cockroaches will run around your feet and mice will accompany you at the table. Even if you only charge you four heads when you pick up the bill, you want the boss to give you a discount.
This is a truth.
All the instruments and guys that kept moving in the interrogation room might not be able to use, but Anthony had to move in.
Losers can just step on a bike when they go out. Local tyrants feel sorry for themselves if they don't drive a Bentley.
He's showing off his possessions. He's making an impression on Qin Fei - don't annoy me, I'm professional!
Sure enough, after forty seconds, Anthony, wearing gloves, said the first word.
"I'm a professional!"
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Out of the interrogation room, osmonov took out a zippo lighter, slapped a cigarette and took a few hard breaths.
A fat man with a white coat and a white mask in his pocket like a slaughterhouse butcher, but wearing camouflage clothes, led several people to the end of the corridor.
"Comrade major." the fat man held a hamburger in his hand, which made his belly very round. "I'm glad to see that you need my help again."
Even though the corridor smelled of choking smoke, osmonov still asked, a strong smell of wine.
"Anthony, have you been drinking again?" he frowned in disgust.
Fat Anthony shrugged his shoulders, and his red, fat, round face was filled with indifference: "I just drank a little, you know me. Drinking wine at work will make me more involved."
"Damn it! I shouldn't be looking for you!" osmonov fanned the air under his nostrils with his hand. "Remember, don't kill, you must live."
"As long as it's alive?" Anthony asked.
"Yes, I want him to live well. You can use the means..."
……
Qin Fei sat in the chair, stretched out his tongue and licked the corners of his mouth. His lips were not as dry as before and felt a little wet.
Good.
He comforted himself that the mutton he had just swallowed in disregard of his dignity and the lemonade he had drunk had an immediate effect.
It's a long drought and sweet dew. Maybe that's the feeling!
Osmonov was gambling just now. He gambled that he would not put down his dignity to eat meat and drink water like a dog, and he gambled whether this guy would bet on his self-esteem, dignity and psychological bottom line.
Now it seems that he won the bet.
Osmonov slammed the door angrily like a ignited locomotive. He hated that he had won this round.
He was suddenly grateful for the "dog like" life he received during the election training of unit 203. Maybe that's why the special forces set up these subjects, so that you can get used to swallowing the food in the trash can without frowning when the crisis comes, Let you drink the water that you usually feel sick even at a glance without hesitation when your body is extremely short of water.
Just now, as long as he hesitated a little, maybe osmonov could respond in a second or two, and everything he wanted to do would be successful.
The return of physical strength gave Qin Fei a chance to think.
In contrast, in the room full of harsh noise, the place where we are now is as beautiful as heaven.
The question that had been haunting my mind reappeared.
Where are the other comrades in arms?
Is this a training or a real capture?
He began to slowly recall every picture.
The person in charge of guarding outside the room is thunder. Why was he sneaked next to the house without any warning?
Qin Feifei thought something was wrong. He thought maybe it was really a training. Maybe the thunder at the moment was behind the black mirror. As before, he touched his chin and looked on coldly, analyzing his every behavior.
Bang——
The iron door was pushed open rudely.
Qin Fei turned his head and saw a group of people carrying all kinds of guys.
Batteries, instruments, buckets full of ice
Qin Fei's heart sank again.
In fact, he had long thought of this step. When unit 203 received election training, Qin Fei took a theoretical course on anti interrogation. When he was in the reconnaissance camp, he also participated in simulated anti interrogation training, but these are obviously pediatrics.
No matter how strong they are, once they really face these torture, no matter who will feel guilty at the bottom of their heart.
Qin Fei was no exception. His pores stood up because of tension, and his hands and feet even trembled for a few seconds.
Strict training soon brought him strong will support to calm his emotions. He must hypnotize himself!
Hypnotize yourself!
Qin Fei began to tell himself in his mind that this was just a training. They didn't dare to do anything about themselves. All they needed was to fight with themselves and win their psychological fear and physiological limits.
As long as we survive, everything will stop.
Maybe one day, Lei Gong will suddenly push the door in from the door, and then announce that all this is over. He is a big winner. Finally, he will write his "excellent" test evaluation in the file.
Yes, that's it!
Thinking of this, Qin Fei giggled with some self consolation.
"I can't see. You're still very happy." Anthony turned to Qin Fei from behind. He breathed wine in his nose and looked at Qin Fei. "I don't know if you can laugh so freely later."
The fat man speaks Chinese really well. I don't know where he learned it.
Qin Fei muttered in his heart, but he couldn't ask.
Active and passive, which is an important balance between interrogation and anti interrogation. Once tilted, the pried party is unnaturally trapped one ring after another, disrupting the whole process.
Anthony may be waiting for himself to ask for the reason why he shows Chinese in front of him.
Seeing Qin Fei didn't speak, Anthony's eyes flashed an imperceptible disappointment.
Put the last piece of hamburger in his mouth. Anthony clapped his hands, opened a suitcase on the table, took out a pair of white gloves from it and put them on solemnly.
tricks!
Qin Fei said in his heart that everything is routine!
This is a typical psychological oppression procedure in the trial, which is for yourself.
When interrogators face the interrogated for the first time, they first need to establish an image.
As you go to dinner, the elegant environment, clean dining table, enthusiastic waiters, a set of cumbersome and formal serving and side dishes as religious rituals, appetizers, main dishes and desserts one after another, give you a glass of aperitif before dinner, don't forget to change your dry white when it's fresh in Shanghai, and change it to vintage red wine when it's steak on the main dish
After this meal, even if you brush all the money in your pocket, you think it's worth it.
If you go to the stall, the boss will fry with cigarettes in his mouth, the waiter will bring the dishes, insert his fingers into the soup, throw you the dishes and chopsticks, and then match you with a pot of hot tea for you to wash by yourself. When you eat, cockroaches will run around your feet and mice will accompany you at the table. Even if you only charge you four heads when you pick up the bill, you want the boss to give you a discount.
This is a truth.
All the instruments and guys that kept moving in the interrogation room might not be able to use, but Anthony had to move in.
Losers can just step on a bike when they go out. Local tyrants feel sorry for themselves if they don't drive a Bentley.
He's showing off his possessions. He's making an impression on Qin Fei - don't annoy me, I'm professional!
Sure enough, after forty seconds, Anthony, wearing gloves, said the first word.
"I'm a professional!"
Out of the interrogation room, osmonov took out a zippo lighter, slapped a cigarette and took a few hard breaths.A fat man with a white coat and a white mask in his pocket like a slaughterhouse butcher, but wearing camouflage clothes, led several people to the end of the corridor."Comrade major." the fat man held a hamburger in his hand, which made his belly very round. "I'm glad to see that you need my help again."Even though the corridor smelled of choking smoke, osmonov still asked, a strong smell of wine."Anthony, have you been drinking again?" he frowned in disgust.Fat Anthony shrugged his shoulders, and his red, fat, round face was filled with indifference: "I just drank a little, you know me. Drinking wine at work will make me more involved.""Damn it! I shouldn't be looking for you!" osmonov fanned the air under his nostrils with his hand. "Remember, don't kill, you must live.""As long as it's alive?" Anthony asked."Yes, I want him to live well. You can use the means..."Qin Fei sat in the chair, stretched out his tongue and licked the corners of his mouth. His lips were not as dry as before and felt a little wet.Good.He comforted himself that the mutton he had just swallowed in disregard of his dignity and the lemonade he had drunk had an immediate effect.It's a long drought and sweet dew. Maybe that's the feeling!Osmonov was gambling just now. He gambled that he would not put down his dignity to eat meat and drink water like a dog, and he gambled whether this guy would bet on his self-esteem, dignity and psychological bottom line.Now it seems that he won the bet.Osmonov slammed the door angrily like a ignited locomotive. He hated that he had won this round.He was suddenly grateful for the "dog like" life he received during the election training of unit 203. Maybe that's why the special forces set up these subjects, so that you can get used to swallowing the food in the trash can without frowning when the crisis comes, Let you drink the water that you usually feel sick even at a glance without hesitation when your body is extremely short of water.Just now, as long as he hesitated a little, maybe osmonov could respond in a second or two, and everything he wanted to do would be successful.The return of physical strength gave Qin Fei a chance to think.In contrast, in the room full of harsh noise, the place where we are now is as beautiful as heaven.The question that had been haunting my mind reappeared.Where are the other comrades in arms?Is this a training or a real capture?He began to slowly recall every picture.The person in charge of guarding outside the room is thunder. Why was he sneaked next to the house without any warning?Qin Feifei thought something was wrong. He thought maybe it was really a training. Maybe the thunder at the moment was behind the black mirror. As before, he touched his chin and looked on coldly, analyzing his every behavior.BangThe iron door was pushed open rudely.Qin Fei turned his head and saw a group of people carrying all kinds of guys.Batteries, instruments, buckets full of iceQin Fei's heart sank again.In fact, he had long thought of this step. When unit 203 received election training, Qin Fei took a theoretical course on anti interrogation. When he was in the reconnaissance camp, he also participated in simulated anti interrogation training, but these are obviously pediatrics.No matter how strong they are, once they really face these torture, no matter who will feel guilty at the bottom of their heart.Qin Fei was no exception. His pores stood up because of tension, and his hands and feet even trembled for a few seconds.Strict training soon brought him strong will support to calm his emotions. He must hypnotize himself!Hypnotize yourself!Qin Fei began to tell himself in his mind that this was just a training. They didn't dare to do anything about themselves. All they needed was to fight with themselves and win their psychological fear and physiological limits.As long as we survive, everything will stop.Maybe one day, Lei Gong will suddenly push the door in from the door, and then announce that all this is over. He is a big winner. Finally, he will write his "excellent" test evaluation in the file.Yes, that's it!Thinking of this, Qin Fei giggled with some self consolation."I can't see. You're still very happy." Anthony turned to Qin Fei from behind. He breathed wine in his nose and looked at Qin Fei. "I don't know if you can laugh so freely later."The fat man speaks Chinese really well. I don't know where he learned it.Qin Fei muttered in his heart, but he couldn't ask.Active and passive, which is an important balance between interrogation and anti interrogation. Once tilted, the pried party is unnaturally trapped one ring after another, disrupting the whole process.Anthony may be waiting for himself to ask for the reason why he shows Chinese in front of him.Seeing Qin Fei didn't speak, Anthony's eyes flashed an imperceptible disappointment.Put the last piece of hamburger in his mouth. Anthony clapped his hands, opened a suitcase on the table, took out a pair of white gloves from it and put them on solemnly.tricks!Qin Fei said in his heart that everything is routine!This is a typical psychological oppression procedure in the trial, which is for yourself.When interrogators face the interrogated for the first time, they first need to establish an image.As you go to dinner, the elegant environment, clean dining table, enthusiastic waiters, a set of cumbersome and formal serving and side dishes as religious rituals, appetizers, main dishes and desserts one after another, give you a glass of aperitif before dinner, don't forget to change your dry white when it's fresh in Shanghai, and change it to vintage red wine when it's steak on the main dishAfter this meal, even if you brush all the money in your pocket, you think it's worth it.If you go to the stall, the boss will fry with cigarettes in his mouth, the waiter will bring the dishes, insert his fingers into the soup, throw you the dishes and chopsticks, and then match you with a pot of hot tea for you to wash by yourself. When you eat, cockroaches will run around your feet and mice will accompany you at the table. Even if you only charge you four heads when you pick up the bill, you want the boss to give you a discount.This is a truth.All the instruments and guys that kept moving in the interrogation room might not be able to use, but Anthony had to move in.Losers can just step on a bike when they go out. Local tyrants feel sorry for themselves if they don't drive a Bentley.He's showing off his possessions. He's making an impression on Qin Fei - don't annoy me, I'm professional!Sure enough, after forty seconds, Anthony, wearing gloves, said the first word."I'm a professional!"
