allonlinenovel Chapter 632 The screams echoing in the conference room
Chapter 632 The screams echoing in the conference room
Li Yunlong ignored Johnson's desperate and shrill cry for mercy. His eyes became extremely cold, as if he had regarded Johnson as a lifeless object. He took a deep breath, as if gathering strength for the next move.
Li Yunlong's wrist, which was tightly holding the hammer, sank slightly, and then he suddenly raised the hammer, like a volcano about to erupt. His movements were as fast as lightning and as fierce as a tiger. With the sound of whistling wind, the hammer smashed fiercely towards Johnson's right hand.
"Bang!" The hammer hit the table hard, and Johnson's right hand was crushed by a boulder, instantly becoming a bloody mess. His screams echoed in the empty conference room, like a wail from hell.
Johnson's right hand was instantly deformed, bloody and bloody, and the sound of broken bones echoed in the air. The severe pain almost made him faint, but his consciousness was still firmly nailed to reality, unable to escape this hellish torture.
His body was pressed down on the table by the soldiers like a rock. Although he struggled with all his might, his feet could only rub against the floor feebly, leaving two obvious marks. Those marks, like the fear and despair deep in his heart, were ruthlessly carved out on the floor.
Li Yunlong stood aside, with a grim smile on his face, his eyes full of ridicule and contempt for Johnson. He spoke coldly, his voice full of provocation and threats: "Mr. Johnson, don't you always like to use this hand to point fingers at others? How do you feel now? Do you feel that your hand is as vulnerable as the United States?"
Johnson's face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were filled with fear and despair. He opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something and no sound came out. He could only groan in pain, and the groan was full of helplessness and pleading.
Li Yunlong looked at Johnson's miserable state, but he had no sympathy in his heart. He continued to mock, "Look, this is your America. When you need it the most, it can only make you lie on the ground like this."
With every word Li Yunlong said, Johnson's face became paler. His heart was filled with fear, as if he had been swallowed by this endless pain and despair.
Li Yunlong mercilessly hammered Johnson's right hand one after another, and each blow was accompanied by the sound of bones breaking and blood and flesh splashing. With each swing of his hammer, Johnson's screams gradually weakened, and finally only a faint groan remained. In the end, the right hand that once arrogantly pointed out the world was almost smashed into a shapeless meat paste under Li Yunlong's ruthless hammer.
Johnson was completely unconscious at this moment, his face was as pale as paper and lifeless. The conference table was covered with blood, soaking the table and his clothes. The whole scene was shocking, like a scene from hell.
Li Yunlong finally stopped what he was doing and threw away the bloody hammer in his hand. The hammer fell to the ground with a dull sound, which echoed in the empty conference room. The sound made the ambassadors present tremble all over. They watched this cruel atrocity with their own eyes, but they were powerless to do anything.
Li Yunlong was not satisfied with this. He sneered and wiped Johnson's white shirt with his blood-stained right hand. His movements were elegant and calm, as if he was completing a work of art. His voice was low and cold, like the whisper of a devil: "Look, this is the arrogant American ambassador, but he is so vulnerable."
After saying that, he signaled the soldiers to bring two buckets of cold water. The soldiers did not dare to be negligent and quickly poured the cold water on Johnson's head. The cold water stimulated Johnson's wounds and woke him up painfully from his coma. He opened his eyes and saw Li Yunlong's cold and cruel face, as well as the ambassadors from various countries who were watching coldly but were powerless. At this moment, he felt unprecedented despair and humiliation.
Johnson's right hand had become a bloody mess of rotten flesh. The severe pain surged like a tide, making him roll on the ground, and his wailing echoed in the conference room.
However, even in such pain, Johnson still refused to give in. He grimaced in pain, his eyes full of hatred, and kept cursing Su Zhengyang: "Su Zhengyang, you devil! You will not die well! The United States will not let you go! I will make you regret everything you did today!"
Li Yunlong stood aside, watching Johnson's miserable condition with cold eyes. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He spoke coldly, his voice low and cold: "Mr. Johnson, it seems that the pain you have endured is not enough to make you close your stinky mouth like a cesspool. In this case, I will continue to play with you."
As he spoke, Li Yunlong raised the hammer again. His eyes were full of cruelty and coldness, as if he wanted to vent all his anger and dissatisfaction on Johnson. He walked towards Johnson step by step, each step was steady and powerful, as if he was announcing the end of Johnson.
Johnson was terrified when he saw this. He struggled to escape, but he was unable to move because of the severe pain. He could only watch Li Yunlong approaching, and the fear in his heart surged like a tide.
As Li Yunlong approached, the air in the conference room seemed to freeze, heavy and oppressive. Johnson's eyes were full of fear, his body trembled violently due to severe pain and fear, and he could hardly control himself. He realized that he had nowhere to escape and could only beg for mercy under this ruthless hammer.
"No...don't...don't hit me anymore..." Johnson's voice was trembling and weak, with deep despair. He used all his strength to hug Li Yunlong's legs tightly with his still intact left hand, begging: "Please...let me go...I know I was wrong...I will never dare to do it again..."
His tears were flowing uncontrollably, sliding down his cheeks and mixing with the blood on the ground. His voice was full of pleading and despair, like a helpless child seeking a ray of hope in the darkness.
However, Li Yunlong had no mercy at all. He looked at Johnson's plea coldly, with a flash of disdain in his eyes. He raised his foot, kicked Johnson away mercilessly, and then raised the hammer again.
"Let you go?" Li Yunlong's voice was cold and ruthless. "Do you think your begging for mercy will make me let you go? You are wrong! What you did before has angered us. Everything today is just the punishment you deserve!"
As he spoke, Li Yunlong swung the hammer again and hit Johnson. Every blow made Johnson's pain worse, but he was powerless to resist and could only let Li Yunlong continue to torture him. Johnson's screams and pleas echoed in the meeting room.