Chapter 916: Dandan's Sadness
"Wake up!" After several slaps in the face, Mark Ocha was awakened from his coma.
He opened his eyes in a daze and found himself in a basement, with his hands and feet tied to a chair with wires.
"Hey! Look at me! Look at me! You have to concentrate!" Brian slapped him several times, and his face immediately swelled up visibly.
Then Brian held a steel nail as long as a knitting needle in each hand and pierced it into Mark Ocha's thigh in front of his horrified eyes.
"Ah!!!"
In the shrill wails, Mark Ocha's whole body trembled violently, and he was in agony.
"You'd better go outside and wait." Seeing his son's expression of reluctance, Frank turned his head to the outside, indicating that Cassel could go out first.
The great writer shook his head stubbornly, "I'm fine, isn't Jack here too?"
"Do you have any misunderstandings about our FBI?" Jack grinned at this guy slightly.
After driving Cassel out of the basement, he continued to watch the CIA interrogation program. At this time, Brian had already clamped the two electric clamps connected to the car battery on the long steel nails.
This Mark Ocha was tough. After a while of humming, he stopped shouting and just stared at Brian with hateful eyes.
Brian took out the photos of the two girls and stood them in front of him, "Where are these two girls?"
"Pooh!" Mark Ocha spit on Brian's face.
Brian did not dodge, but just took out a handkerchief to wipe it, walked to the power box with a grin, and reached out to turn on the switch.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!!!" Along with Mark Ocha's screams, a smell of burnt protein instantly filled the entire basement.
That's it? Jack felt that this kind of electric torture was even worse than pulling out nails and dripping hydrochloric acid.
As he expected, when Brian returned to Mark Ocha and planned to ask again, he was greeted with another mouthful of spit.
"Your CIA's electric shock doesn't seem very scientific." Jack said coldly.
Before Brian said anything, Frank, who was also watching the "fun", responded first, "Why? Do you FBI have any more scientific methods?"
"I don't know if the FBI has it." Jack smiled, "But as a man and a half-forensic doctor, I know that some special parts can bring people incomparable pain."
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"No, stop it, you pervert, stop it, don't do this to me, please, don't do this to me!!!"
Feeling that his egg skin was tightly clamped by two small clips, Mark Ocha, who had just refused to surrender, trembled violently all over his body. This time it was not painful, but simply out of a fear from the depths of a man.
"Don't worry, normal people have two, we'll switch sides if they get burnt." Jack wiped his hands with a wet tissue in disgust, and without waiting for this guy to say anything, he directly turned off the power switch.
"After Pavarotti died, I never heard a tenor that could match him." When the switch was turned off again, Frank sighed sincerely.
"Let's not talk about Pavarotti being just one of the three great tenors in the world. In fact, this voice should be closer to the pharyngeal sound of a castrato, right?"
Jack also ignored Mark Ocha's inhumane roar and teased him heartlessly.
"I resold them. Volkov told me that I could do whatever I wanted with them, as long as no one found them. Virgins like that could be sold for a lot of money, so I sold them as quickly as possible. I beg you, please don't torture me anymore."
Mark Ocha gasped hard. The steel wire that bound him was deeply embedded in his flesh because of his desperate struggle just now, but the severe pain from the "sad place" far exceeded the pain from other parts of the body. Even though Jack had turned off the switch, his whole body was still twitching.
"Where did you sell them to? Who did you sell them to?" Hearing this guy finally speak, Brian grabbed his collar and asked sternly.
"St. Clair, Patricia St. Clair, Patricia St. Clair" Seeing that Mark Ocha's consciousness was already blurred, Brian took out a needle from the medicine box beside him and inserted it into his vein.
Under the stimulation of the drug, the originally exhausted myocardium once again exerted its remaining strength and tried to pump fresh blood into the artery. Mark Ocha's eyes suddenly widened.
"Where should I go to find him? Tell me!" Brian continued to ask.
"Hu! Hu! Hu!" Mark Ocha gasped for breath, and his originally stylish slicked back hair was completely wet with sweat, returning to the curly hair common among Eastern European men.
"I don't know, I swear I really don't know."
He turned his head to look at Jack who had already put his hand on the switch, his eyes full of pleading, "I don't know. I don't know! Please, don't! I really don't know! Please! Have mercy on me, kill me, anything is fine, just let me go!"
"Please, please!"
Seeing his crying face, Jack put down his hand on the switch, "OK, I believe you."
"Huh" Mark Ocha let out a long sigh of relief, and his whole head drooped down.
"I'll leave this to you." Brian, who got the name, left the basement impatiently, and Frank touched his bald head and turned to leave, "I'll make a few calls too."
Jack was about to take out the "Viper", but suddenly he seemed to think of something and asked abruptly, "Do you remember how many girls begged you like you just now?"
"What?" Mark Ocha raised his head suddenly, and saw Jack's hand on the switch again.
"No!!! Ahhh. Ah!!!"
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It turns out that the pain in the balls can really kill people. Jack remembered some anecdotes he had read on the Internet in his previous life. He didn't expect that he could actually practice it in this life.
It was really troublesome to work with two old guys from the CIA. They didn't have any idea of aftermath. It was just like in the movie, just planning to leave a mess and walk away.
Jack didn't know if there was an organization similar to the scavengers in France. Even if there was, he didn't know it, so he could only continue the work of destroying the body.
After burying the body in the forest and burning the clothes and other things, when Jack and Cassel returned to Frank's safe house No. 2, the identity of Patrice St. Clair had been preliminarily ascertained.
After Jack put together the information Frank and Brian had collected through their respective connections, he asked Justin to take a look at the French criminal database, and a character similar to Epstein became clearly visible.
