Chapter 489: Pinching the Eggs! (First Update!)

Snap!

A big cock slapped Jonak hard on the face, and the severe pain made his angry eyes instantly clear.

In the next room, the sound of team members being lifted up was heard, making all the resentment in his heart disappear, and now only the endless fear of death remained.

Jonak was the leader of one of the tactical teams who received orders after a rocket attack in Lebanon.

Go to Tire, a seaside city in western Lebanon, and kill a high-level commander of the Milk Tea Party. This commander has no name, but has a codename, codenamed Diao Lao.

According to the information provided by the informant, the commander was recuperating in Tire during this time due to his own reasons.

Tire is a seaside city in Lebanon because of its beautiful Mediterranean scenery, natural sunshine, and natural beaches.

Coupled with the good public security compared to other cities.

This has always been a favorite holiday destination for people from Lebanon and surrounding Arab countries.

Penetration is very easy.

After receiving this order, coupled with the information provided by the informant, Jonak's team did not hesitate too much, took the equipment and intelligence, took the ship, and set off from Haifa.

After three hours of sailing, they finally arrived at the sea off Lebanon, and then landed underwater using small diving equipment.

As the leader of the 114th Special Forces Squadron, the Israeli General Staff Reconnaissance Battalion, Jonak has full confidence in this operation.

Because Israel once implemented a tolerant policy towards Lebanon, and during the civil strife in Lebanon, Israel ruled southern Lebanon for a long time.

So here, itself, there are a lot of pro-Israel people.

The information is 100% true.

Then the next step is a pure combat effectiveness competition.

Jonak can only say a few words about the fighting power of those Lebanese people.

A bunch of crap that only uses shoddy fire coverage.

The landing went smoothly, the search for informants and targets went smoothly, everything went very smoothly.

But when the target was found and the beheading was carried out, something went wrong.

The combat effectiveness of this so-called commander and his subordinates was far beyond the imagination of Jonak and others.

In the close-range street fighting, the members of their special forces were unable to benefit from those people.

If you enter the territory of another country and then do not gain any benefits from fighting with others, the subsequent consequences will be obvious.

Five of the 11-person team, plus two informants, were killed on the spot, and the remaining people are now queuing up next door to eat dragon fruit, receive cardiopulmonary resuscitation treatment, and carry weight.

Snap!

Another slap fell on the face. The thought just now made the anger in Jonak's heart rise again, but the current slap made him swallow his anger again.

"Do you want to live?"

The questioning voice rang in my ears, it was standard Hebrew, and it was very gentle, and it was a female voice.

A woman appeared in the Arab team?

Crazy?

Jonak raised his head suddenly, only to find that the voice came from behind the man in front of him.

Just when he raised his head, the man in front of him who invited them to eat dragon fruit also stepped aside, and a man wrapped in a black robe slowly walked over.

Judging from the body shape, she is a woman, a young and slim woman.

Slowly, the woman came to Jonak, bent down, and asked through the veil: "Do you want to live?"

This is a woman. As long as she behaves miserably, this person will be soft-hearted and let her go.

Although I don't know what these Arabs are thinking, this is my only chance to survive.

At this moment, Jonak's survival instinct took over his brain, and he began to desperately kowtow to the person in front of him and beg for mercy.

"As long as this respected lady can keep me alive, then I can do anything."

"Really?" The woman's voice was still clear and gentle, even a little bit seductive.

Her fingers slowly stretched out from the thick robe, revealing her white arms. At this moment, the Milk Tea Party soldiers turned their heads.

The outstretched hand lifted Jonak's chin and continued to say in a seductive voice: "Our deal is very simple. Give me all the informants and military camp information you know."

"I'll let you go."

"But you only have one chance. I can only speak once, and you can only listen once."

"If you don't explain clearly, I can ask you to experience the highest standard of criminal law in the world."

"That's the criminal law that our ancestors brought back from the distant Eastern Tang Dynasty thousands of years ago. It couldn't be used before. Now our medical technology has developed."

"It's ready to use."

"By the way, that set of criminal laws is called fish scales, or it's called death by a thousand cuts."

"First, use a fishing net to wrap around a person and tighten it tightly, and then use a very sharp knife to cut one cut at a time. The total number of cuts is 3,600, but we added 50 cuts to correspond to the 365 days in a year."

"After these 3,650 cuts, the person cannot die."

"Those who survived had to be hitched to five vehicles, and then they were quartered in five vehicles."

"Don't worry, in modern society, we can give you anesthesia so that you can watch the incision clearly."

"It doesn't hurt at all!"

As she spoke, the woman shrouded in black robe turned sideways, her white arms pointing towards the door.

The horror described in words made Jonak look in the direction of the finger subconsciously. The moment he looked over, three doctors in robes just pushed open the door and walked in.

Their white robes were still stained with bright red blood.

The three people walked into the room, put down the medical boxes in their hands, and pushed in a fixed iron bed from outside.

Then, the three people were busy next to the iron bed.

One was playing with the rope.

One was putting the knife.

The last one was mixing anesthetics.

Seeing this, Jonak's eyes went dark, and the whole person was about to fall down, but a slap came from the air and knocked him to the ground.

It was that woman!

After the man was beaten, the woman continued to squat and said gently in a seductive voice: "You have thirty minutes to think about it."

"As recorded in the Bible, Old Testament, Genesis, God gave Noah a choice. Now, we give you a choice."

"Think about it carefully!"

After speaking, the woman slowly stood up, walked to the iron bed, and began to communicate in Arabic:

"How is the man next door?"

The doctor who was preparing anesthetics replied without turning his head:

"It's scary! Ordinary anesthetics won't work, and sedatives must be added. Um... I have to check his body."

As he said, he picked up the blood pressure monitor and stethoscope in the box next to him, turned his head, and walked towards Jonak with a calm face.

This person stepped aside, and the one who had been sharpening the knife appeared in Jonak's sight.

Under the dim light, the doctor held a slender blade with both hands and was concentrating on sharpening it on the grindstone.

The strong and powerful arm pushed forward, and the blade in his hand collided with the grindstone, making a crisp friction sound.

Very crisp and loud.

As the captain of the special team, Jonak could understand Arabic. He wanted to convince himself that this was a nightmare.

Don't be afraid.

But at this moment, the woman's voice sounded again: "Didn't you say there was a scalpel? Why don't you use that one? It's ready."

The doctor who was sharpening the knife shook his head frantically: "No, I've used a scalpel, but I don't have the feel for it. I need this big knife to be interesting."

"Okay! How many cuts have you made so far?"

"132 cuts, starting from the toes. I think if people are not scared to death, at least 30,000 cuts can be made!"

As he spoke, the doctor stopped sharpening the knife, put the blade in front of his eyes and looked at it for a while, then lifted the mask on his chin and gently shaved his beard with the knife.

Even though Jonak was several meters away from the doctor, he could hear the sound of the blade colliding with the beard and the beard breaking.

After shaving, the doctor nodded with great satisfaction: "It's sharpened!"

Putting down the knife, he turned back to look at his busy companion beside Jonak and asked: "Have you finished the examination?"

"It's done!" The doctor beside him stood up and took back the stethoscope in his hand and the blood pressure monitor next to him.

"You are very strong. Although you beat him up, you have a good foundation. I will give you more sedatives, and you can do it well."

"How many minutes?"

"Twenty-three minutes and fifteen seconds!" The woman covered in a black robe spoke gently and reported the countdown to death.

Hearing this, the doctor in charge of anesthesia walked to his box without saying a word, took out a few bottles of medicine from the box, and began to prepare the medicine.

Two or three minutes later, he walked back to Jonak with the medicine needle and comforted him with a smile: "Don't worry, these medicines of mine are all high-end products from your Israeli pharmaceutical company."

"The effect is guaranteed to be good."

"As long as these few injections are given, you will only feel calm and will not feel any pain at all."

The injection was injected into the body along with the words.

In just a few tens of seconds, Jonak knew that the doctor in front of him did not lie to him. This is indeed a good medicine.

Because at this moment, he only felt calm, and his hands had begun to lose control.

It is a good medicine!

These people are serious!

After coming to this conclusion, he raised his head in panic and looked at the people opposite with horror.

And the woman in black robe just looked over at this time.

Then the woman made a very cute head tilt and said, "Look, you are not talking again."

As soon as the voice fell, several soldiers next to him came over naturally and took Jonak to the iron bed.

It was fixed with a fishing net in a few seconds.

And the woman was still looking at the time.

After a while, the woman whispered, "Time is up! Start!"

After she finished speaking, she naturally took a step back and let the three doctors go to the side of the iron bed.

The other soldiers also turned their heads, but they were obviously very uncomfortable and seemed to dislike such a scene very much.

Seeing this, the woman waved her hand and asked the other soldiers to leave.

After receiving the order, the soldiers on the scene fled out of the room, leaving only three doctors, Jonak, and the woman in the room.

The doctor in charge of the iron bed was still making the final arrangements.

That was to adjust the mirror above the iron bed, so that the person on the iron bed could see the condition of his lower body while lying down.

After doing all this, the doctor with the knife came on stage.

He stood opposite Jonak, holding a knife, gently bent down, and thanked him very seriously: "Lieutenant Colonel Jonak, thank you for your cooperation. If you can withstand 3650 knives, you will be my benefactor."

"Thank you."

After saying thank you, he began to help Jonak with his feet.

On the iron bed, although Jonak could not feel the feeling on his feet, the mirror above his head transmitted the picture to his eyes in detail.

Pain!

Phantom pain!

Phantom pain from the heart!

Feeling the unexplained pain, he suddenly struggled on the iron bed.

After struggling for a few times, he found that he could not get free.

He could only stare with wide eyes and shouted loudly: "I say!"

…………

Half an hour later, the woman in black robe walked out of the interrogation room and sent a list to the next building.

She did not go upstairs, but went directly into the basement.

In the basement, another secret door was opened, revealing the tunnel inside, and then he got in.

After walking in the tunnel for another four or five minutes, the woman appeared in a lighted underground passage.

In the passage, there was a small table with three people sitting next to it.

When she came to the three people, the woman raised her hand and saluted: "Political Commissar Rabia, I have fulfilled my mission. I finally checked this list by interrogating the eight people in that team."

"The names of the traitors are in the front, and the coordinates of the air defense positions in the city of Haifa that this team knows are in the back."

Opposite was the political commissar of this milk tea party team, Rabia.

After taking the list and looking at it for a while, he handed it to a strong man next to him: "Moses, you are the combat commander, what do you think should be done next?"

After taking the list, Moses examined it for a long time and said: "Rabia, find someone to send the coordinates of Haifa's air defense missiles to Nabataea."

"Let Nabataea's people strike this place."

"Our mission is to clean up the traitors and rectify people's hearts."

"When the strike is over, you will arrange people to release these Israelis, and also release the video of them writing the list."

"Okay!" Rabia nodded, turned around and walked to another tunnel entrance with the list.

Moses, who was left behind, looked at the woman next to him: "Nabi, you can go and get your combat suit now!"

"But at the same time, you must remember your mission!"

"Great!" The woman shrouded in a black robe heard this, screamed, and happily rushed to the passage where Rabia left.

…………

Haifa.

At the end of March, the warmth of the Mediterranean climate has been fully reflected, and it is also a Mediterranean climate.

But the latitude here is lower than that of Tyre. Although not much, the temperature here is still a little bit higher.

The beach under the sun is full of Israelis and Europeans who come to Haifa for tourism.

Sunshine, beach, beautiful women, so pleasant.

In the peace, the beautiful beach suddenly sounded a rapid alarm, which was an air defense alarm.

There is an air raid!

The rapid sound made the people on the beach in a mess. The desire to survive made everyone ignore everything and just want to rush forward desperately.

As for the people in front.

Those who stand in my way will die!

Someone was tripped to the ground, and what greeted him was the big feet of the people behind him.

The beach was very messy, and the city was also in a mess.

Countless people got into the underground air-raid shelter, waiting for the arrival of the air raid in the alarm.

On the Haifa defense position, the "Arrow" anti-missile system was ready, quietly waiting for the enemy from afar.

Soon, the enemy arrived.

Hundreds of meteors appeared in the blue sky.

These meteors did not fly high!