My Wife is Actually a top-tier Soldier King?!-Chapter 1149 - 1067: Counterfeit! Walking Dead!
The silver needle plunges in!
A furious roar abruptly ceases.
Abulaxi can only glower fiercely at Wu Jie.
Unable to speak, unable to move.
The torment of pain strikes again.
If looks could kill, Abulaxi would have crushed Wu Jie into minced meat long ago.
But there are no "ifs" in the world, only dire consequences.
Abulaxi, consumed by hatred, continuously struggles, spasms, and trembles.
Wu Jie does not linger long, rising to leave the room.
Outside, Abulaxi’s bodyguards are still in good spirits.
They believe their boss’s strange illness is almost healed and that it won’t be long before they can escort him back to Baldet.
Seeing the skilled Wu Jie, each of them hurriedly shows their respects with added reverence.
Wu Jie smiles without a word, heading next door to find Tang Xiao who had just finished a phone call.
"Hu said the replication isn’t too difficult, but a fake is still a fake after all; there will certainly be some differences. Also, he can only get it done by 10 a.m. tomorrow morning at the earliest."
Wu Jie nods slightly: "There’s enough time. As for the differences... as long as it doesn’t look too off, that’s fine. The main thing is the password device; it must have the simulation function of password verification and auto-lock upon error!"
"I’ve mentioned all this to them; if you’re still worried, you can check it out later, but..."
Tang Xiao steps half a step closer, curiously whispering:
"The two fake nuclear warheads you’re making, you’re not planning to personally deliver them back to Baldet, are you?"
Wu Jie smiles: "If I don’t go, will they believe the warheads are real?"
"Then... I’m going too! You can’t drug me again; if you do, I won’t let it go!"
Tang Xiao clenches her fist, feigning a fierce glare at Wu Jie.
"Go, this time you have to come!"
Wu Jie smiles, pulls out a cigarette at the window, opens it, and lights up.
"Aren’t you going to go back to sleep and rest tonight?"
Tang Xiao approaches with a gentle voice and alluring eyes.
Wu Jie squints, sizing up Tang Xiao from head to toe.
No need to guess, her words carried an underlying message. It seems the father-in-law is pushing hard; it’s going to be a busy overtime!
"Tonight is probably not possible; I need to sort out Abulaxi’s situation first!"
Tang Xiao pouts and changes the topic: "There’s one thing I don’t understand, why do you make Abulaxi suffer like this? Is there a deeper meaning to repetitive torture?"
Wu Jie smiles: "If I don’t torment him enough, how can I make him completely submissive? I still need to stay at the hospital for a while; you go ahead to the mechanics workshop!"
After a brief chat, Tang Xiao leaves first.
Wu Jie takes a short break for a smoke, rethinking the entire operation’s strategy, then heads back next door to continue.
Abulaxi is utterly subdued.
Just like that, tormenting for a while, resting for a bit, repeatedly, incessantly.
Even though he’s bulky and tough, his body can’t withstand such brutality.
After all, it was in his youth, for a better life, for power and profit, that he had the courage to fight bravely.
But now...
Having become a mighty overlord, accustomed to a life of luxury and comfort.
His obese and corpulent body is the result of indulging in decadence and debauchery.
Thus,
This intermittent, repeated brutality,
For Abulaxi, it’s both physical pain and mental torment, a dual assault of exhaustion on body and mind.
Once or twice may be bearable, but this damn endless cycle, who can endure it?
Abulaxi feels he truly can’t take it anymore.
He guesses a few more rounds of torture, and he’d nearly be dead.
And the most troublesome part...
Wu Jie won’t let him die from the pain.
Just keeping him on the brink of painful death, being tortured relentlessly.
Finally getting a brief rest, Abulaxi would give anything just to sleep, truly somewhat fragile now.
But he knows, Wu Jie, this devil, won’t easily stop; less than ten minutes of rest and the torture would resume.
What can he do?
Between life and death, between pain and rest, Abulaxi, now somewhat delirious, makes a choice.
"Don’t... don’t come over!"
"I give up! I truly give up!"
"One hundred and fifty billion, right? Fine, I’ll pay! I’ll definitely pay!"
"Can you stop electrocuting me? I’m really close to death! Let me sleep, just let me sleep!"
Even though Abulaxi’s speech has been restored, he speaks as if running out of breath, unable to shout.
All he wants now is to sleep well, not endure another session of electrified acupuncture, the painful stimulation of every body point, he can’t stand it anymore.
Wu Jie smiles faintly.
It’s nearly 2 a.m., a time when people are most worn out.
Abulaxi can no longer endure the ordeal.
Another session of acupuncture and electric shocks would likely torture him to death.
A dead Abulaxi is worthless to him.
After making him hate many times, enough points have been earned.
Thinking of using Abulaxi for a major task in a few hours, Wu Jie lets Abulaxi be re-acupunctured into unconsciousness, to fully restore his energy for more utility value.
Then he stands up, heads out, and assures the bodyguards and private doctor that they can rest easy; Abulaxi’s condition is no longer serious. If there are no problems after a few hours of observation, he’ll be sent back to Baldet in the morning.
Amid the sounds of compliments and thanks, Wu Jie leaves the hospital and heads to the mechanics workshop overnight.
In Xikelse’s bustling city, with developed trade and all walks of life,
The number of automotive repair shops operated by people are naturally not few.
