The secret room was quiet. Thirty minutes passed, and Xin Ji pinched the time and turned off the current.

At this time, Nelson's whole body was black and purple, his skin was burned by electric current, not a single inch intact, and the blood beads and sweat mixed together into plasma and flowed onto the dissection table, emitting waves of foul odor. Nelson was still alive, the effect of the nerve-eliminating agent passed, the senses weakened, and the pain returned to normal level, but he was tortured to the point of being unconscious, looking at the ceiling of the secret room with his eyes blank, like a dead corpse.

Xin Ji had a expressionless face and injected a tube of paralysis injection into Nelson's throat, allowing his vocal cord muscles to restore control and be able to speak.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Half a minute later, Nelson choked and coughed, and found that he seemed to be able to speak. He screamed in disbelief: "Devil! You demon, kill me!"

He truly felt that life was worse than death. The short thirty minutes of electric shock felt as long as three hundred years. Every second was extremely torment. Even hell was just like this. He only wanted to die quickly now.

"Kill you? How can you be so cheap?"

Xin Ji sneered and shook his head and said, "This is the retribution for what you did. This is just the beginning. Don't forget that you have prepared a lot of nerve potentiators."

Nelson's mouth twitched, and nauseous saliva flowed out uncontrollably. He was extremely weak now and his mind was covered in a mud. He just vaguely remembered that there seemed to be more than a hundred servings of nerve-efficient agents in his potion room, all of which were prepared and preserved last time and were ready to be sold in the store.

"Kill me soon! Please kill me soon..." He began to cry bitterly, kept wailing, and tried to bite off his tongue to commit suicide, but the paralysis toxin was only temporarily relieved, and his muscles were weak, so he couldn't even bite his tongue.

Seeing this, Xin Ji thought that the killer with Bloody Handprints was just like this. Even though Nelson was mentally perverted and killed people, he was not a hard bone when he encountered torture. He couldn't hold on after one electrocution.

But this is not enough, Nelson's psychology must be completely collapsed.

Xin Ji injected Nelson with another nerve synergist, then ignored his plea and turned on the current switch.

"Ah..." A series of creepy screams sounded in the secret room, and then the paralyzed toxins took effect again, and the sound gradually weakened and returned to calm.

Another half an hour passed, Xin Ji was injecting the medicine again, but Nelson only murmured a few times, not knowing what he was saying, his eyes were blind and his eyes were not focal.

Without the help of the neurotropic agent, his consciousness immediately fell into chaos and blur.

"I can't stand it?" Xin Ji found that he had overestimated Nelson's will. He could not ask any information about this situation. As a last resort, he had to inject him with another neurotrophier. Even the peak high-level warrior used neurotrophier several times in a row, inevitably left sequelae, like drinking poison to quench thirst, and his death was not far away.

Nelson's eyes immediately shone with a tide of pain, but the current was not opened, and the pain of physical trauma was still within his tolerance.

"Now we can talk, Mr. Lancet." Xin Ji said out loud.

The Lancet is the nickname of the scalpel and also the code name of Nelson in the bloody handprint, representing his killer identity. Of course, compared with the code name of Evil Wolf, the Lancet is much less famous, but there are more people who die at Nelson's hands than Evil Wolf, and their methods are more outrageous.

Nelson's eyes turned to look at Xin Ji and said hoarsely: "It turns out you are here for the bloody handprint."

"Not bad." Xin Ji nodded and said, "I need you to tell me something about Blood Handprints, including your members in Juling Space City, their names, hiding places, and everything you know is unreserved. Mr. Lancet, you'd better not play tricks with me. I'm a very patient person, and we still have a lot of time, and there's plenty of battery power and potions."

As he said that, he grabbed a handful of nerve synergists and showed them in front of Nelson.

Nelson's eyes trembled and said with difficulty: "If I say it, can you let me have a way out?"

"Do you think you are qualified to be qualified?" Xin Ji snorted, and reached out and pressed the current switch.

"No, no! I said, I said it all!" Nelson shouted in horror and immediately surrendered. He really didn't want to experience the feeling of life being worse than death. He said quickly: "I am just a two-finger killer. I don't know much about the organization, but I will tell you all, please don't torture me anymore."

"I say, I listen." Xin Ji sat down again.

Nelson didn't dare to delay any more, and quickly said the bloody handprints he knew like a bamboo tube pouring beans.

Xin Ji listened quietly on his face, but his heart was very solemn.

Previously, the Federal Intelligence Agency speculated that the headquarters of Blood Handprints was likely to be hidden in the Juling Space City. This speculation was correct, but it was only half correct. There were two headquarters of Blood Handprints, and Juling Space City was just one of them. There was also a certain outlawed place on the other side of the Federal Star Domain, with the direction completely opposite.

There are nearly 200 killers in the Blood Handprint. Usually there are about 30 hidden in the Juling Space City. Most of the killers are scattered in various parts of the Federation, hidden in extrajudicial places, and obtain tasks and bounties through the Internet.

All killers are divided into five levels, referred to as the number of fingers on the handprint. The lowest is the one-finger killer and the highest is the five-finger killer.

Nelson has been in Space City for a long time and has not completed many tasks, so he is just a two-finger killer. The evil wolf who died under Xin Ji's hands was a four-finger killer and was only a little bit ahead of him to be promoted to the five-finger one.

In the Blood Handprint, the killer's level is also a manifestation of his status. Nelson's level is not high, he is only better than the minions, and he cannot access too much core content. Under normal circumstances, he has no chance to know the identities of other killers. However, he has been in Juling Space City for too long, for forty years, and with curiosity, he occasionally secretly investigates, but he found out the real identity information of some of the killers.

This was really an unexpected surprise. Xin Ji thought he would not get much useful information from Nelson. Under his urge to ask, Nelson did not dare to hide it and shook out the identities of these killers one by one.

Xin Ji compared these killers with the list provided by Lao Wu and found that there were three people overlapping. The one that caught his attention the most was an important target. His real name was Zhuang Xiaolin, code-named "Bullshit". He was one of the only four five-fingered killers in the Blood Handprint. His cultivation level reached a high level of military general!

Zhuang Xiaolin's open identity in Space City is better known than the "butcher". He is the leader of the famous "Tiger Mercenary Group" with more than a thousand members under his command. Although his overall strength is not as good as the city lord Gustav, he is also one of the most powerful forces in Space City.

According to Nelson's account, this butcher is most likely the manager of the Blood Handprint in Juling Space City, the core figure in the organization, and has the authority to publish tasks!
Chapter completed!