We Agreed to Lurk, and You Turned Death Row into a Safe House.

Start the torture chamber. The arrested underground party liaison officer was covered in bruises and gritted his teeth. Director Wu pulled out a red-hot iron to force a confession. Xiao Lin walked in with a tea cup and kicked the fire basin: "Director Wu, this man is wearing a Swiss Rolex. Will you pay if it gets burned? Let me squeeze out the oil." He took an abacus, sat in front of the victim, and flicked the beads. Others only thought that he was calculating how much ocean the prisoner could squeeze out, and the tortured person also felt humiliated at first. But with the clear sound of the beads colliding, the victim's originally distracted eyes began to focus. That's not settling scores, that's Morse code. "The list has been destroyed, the comrades have been transferred, please give me a pleasure." The victim shouted, "I will give you any money you want," and slammed his head against the iron pillar next to him. Director Wu was so angry that he jumped up and down. Xiao Lin slowly hung the abacus back on his waist, took off the famous watch from the wrist of the deceased, and threw it to his subordinate Zhao San: "Pawn it on the black market and exchange it for anti-inflammatory drugs from the front line."