Chapter 220 Torture

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"Boom...!"

"what……!"

"Boom...!"

"what……!"

In an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Husumi, heart-piercing howls echoed in the empty room, causing waves of echoes. On the beams of the warehouse, the core leaders of the St. Elijah Truth Church were all hung up. Then Hassan's subordinates mercilessly beat his abdomen with a wooden stick.

Every time after being hit, these people would twitch like a fish, and after a few sticks, these people would vomit out the contents of their stomachs, and they had long since ceased to be impassioned in the central square.

"Didn't you guys say you were on a hunger strike? How could you still spit out so much?" the Abkhaz people who were onlookers asked with a look of disdain. That's right, I haven't eaten for a few days, but I can still vomit so much stuff. What kind of body structure do these people have?

"Ha ha……"

This teasing caused a burst of laughter, and Hassan couldn't help laughing out loud.

After a scuffle on October Street, members of the Abkhaz Truth Society captured a large number of senior cadres of the St. Ilya Truth Society, and the remaining St. Ilya Truth Society fled and scattered, never daring to make any mistakes. time. So Hassan brought these people back, tortured them, and asked them about the whereabouts of Gamsakhurdia, the leader of the Georgian opposition.

"Stop beating, I said, I'll tell you everything!" After being tortured for less than half an hour, some of these people couldn't hold on anymore. They begged, hoping that Hassan's men would stop beating them, and they were willing to answer the organization's secrets.

Hassan despised the integrity of these people in his heart, and really didn't understand how such a soft guy could come out of Stalin's hometown.

The guy who begged for mercy was let down from the beams on the roof. As soon as the rope was loosened, he collapsed on the ground like a pool of rotten meat. Hassan's men took a bucket of cold water and poured it on his body. On the body, it is now December, which is the coldest time of the year. This bucket of ice water killed most of the name of this national fighter in an instant.

"Ah... ha... ah! Please stop torturing me, I will tell you everything I know..." The other party gasped and stood up from the ground, begging for mercy.

Hassan slowly sat up from the chair, picked up the baseball bat, walked slowly towards the other party, and then asked in a low voice, "Where is the Jamsahurdia?"

"No...don't know?"

Hassan kicked him to the ground.

Then he raised his baseball bat and was about to rush over for a beating.

"I really don't know where he is, I only know that he is not in the country..." The other party quickly added, he felt that Hassan's expression was extremely frightening. He was so frightened that he could hardly stand up.

"Abroad, why did he go abroad?" Hassan was very surprised by this answer. At the beginning, Seryozha specifically explained that Gamsakhurdia must be caught and controlled later. But now that he is abroad, what can be done.

"The group doesn't know, I just know that he went abroad to help us raise money!" The other party said cautiously, looking at the comrades who were still hanging behind him from time to time. Hassan noticed his little gesture. So he said to the little brothers who stopped: "Keep fighting until they tell the whereabouts of Gamsakhurdia, or don't stop for me..."

As soon as Hassan's order came out, the scene was filled with horrific voices again. These opposition groups who stole the limelight were now so distressed by Hassan. Many of them were intellectuals, and they couldn't stand the pain at all. Within five minutes, someone couldn't stand the torture again and confessed.

"Don't fight, I said, I know where Gamsakhurdia is, he's in Husumi..."

"traitor……"

"asshole……"

No sooner had the second surrendered finished speaking than his companion began to abuse him.

"Okay, put him down, and continue to beat the rest, until they vomit blood!" Hassan asked his men to put down the guy who confessed, and then took him out of the room, while the rest continued to accept As for the liar just now, Hassan directly asked his subordinates to wipe his neck with a dagger in front of his companion. This guy was dishonest, and he was still worth a little. Now that there are new surrenders, this guy is naturally useless.

The ruthless Hassan had no patience at all, he directly asked his men to put the knife on that guy's neck, as long as he hesitated for a moment, Hassan would hint to his men to tighten the knife again, this guy just saw Seeing that his companion was like a chicken whose neck had been smeared, covered in blood in the warehouse, stumbling around, and fell down convulsing after a while. At this moment, he didn't dare to invent words, he knew everything about Hassan's problems.

"Gamsakhurdia lives in the dormitory of the local workers' night school. Our Abkhaz comrades arranged for him to live. He has been in the room for the past few days in contact with foreign sponsors. I heard him Said, it seems to be some human rights foundation in the United States... If you go now, you may still find him."

Hearing this, Hassan asked his staff to write down the address, quickly mobilized people, started the car and went straight to the dormitory area of ​​the Abkhaz Autonomous Prefecture Workers' Night School.

Hassan's people drove very fast along the way, and within 20 minutes they arrived at the room where the other party confessed. Hassan kicked the door of Gamsakhurdia's house open, but there was no one inside, but there was still a cup of coffee on the table. It was hot, and the chair still had indentations from sitting on it.

"Hurry up, he may not have gone far!" Hassan ordered his opponent. After receiving the order, his subordinates immediately dispersed to find the whereabouts of Gamsakhurdia. But Hassan stayed in the room, he opened the drawer, took out all the things in it, checked his opinion, and wanted to see what he could find.

Hassan’s move was really not superfluous. Facts have proved that there is something wrong with Gamsakhurdia. Hassan found several foreign passports in the hidden compartment of Gamsakhurdia’s desk drawer. Although Hassan didn’t read much , but the passport and the national flag are still familiar, after all, are they from smuggling?

"Hassan picked out an American passport from a pile of passports, and opened the first page. He saw the picture of Gamsakhurdia. Although Hassan didn't understand English, he already knew what was going on. This "Gamsakhurdia" has long since defected to the Americans, and there may be support from the United States in the future. These people will have betrayed the motherland. Think of these traitors. Hassan felt extremely angry, and for a long time, both Abkhazians and Georgians were regarded by the Americans as pawns against the Soviet Union.