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Navy SEAL Raid and Torture in the Snow
The US military moves with frightening efficiency.
In just two hours, their transport fleet had arrived in the skies of Showa Station.
Nearly 100 elite Navy SEALs were deployed. Infantry fighting vehicles surrounded the Japanese research station from all sides.
US troops immediately burst in. They pointed their guns at the remaining Japanese researchers.
“Call your other comrades! Tell them to return to the station now!” ordered the US Commander.
However, he faced a thick wall.
The Japanese researchers had been brainwashed by Wu Bolin. To them, Wu Bolin’s orders were divine. They would rather die than betray the mission of the “Guanghan God.”
Even though the barrel of a gun was pressed against their forehead, they remained silent.
Middle East War Mentality
The US commander lost patience.
“Torture them!” he ordered coldly.
Several young soldiers hesitated. “Sir… this is an Allied research station. This isn’t a Middle Eastern battlefield. If this gets out, it will be a diplomatic scandal…”
“To hell with diplomacy!” the Commander snapped.
“For America, what’s the difference between Antarctica and the Middle East? An enemy is an enemy!”
He glared at his men. “If you’re weak, don’t expect to get promoted. Do it now!”
The soldiers’ consciences crumbled under the pressure of their superiors. They began dragging the investigators into the interrogation room.
The sound of blows and muffled screams could be heard. However, the Japanese researchers were stubborn. They were battered, but their mouths were tightly shut.
“Sir, they won’t talk,” the soldier reported breathlessly. “They’re tougher than secret agents.”
Frozen Sentence
The US commander narrowed his eyes cruelly.
“Strip their clothes. Leave them in just their underwear.”
The insane order came down. “Drag them out. Let the minus 60 degree temperature do the talking.”
The Japanese researchers were forcibly dragged out of the warm station. Their clothes were ripped off, leaving their emaciated, trembling bodies exposed.
They were thrown into the middle of a polar night snowstorm.
A temperature of minus 60 degrees Celsius is no joke.
Within seconds, their skin froze stiff. It didn’t feel cold, but like being stabbed by thousands of fiery needles. The unbearable pain made them scream hysterically.
After a few tens of seconds, their skin began to turn blue—an early sign of deadly frostbite.
The US commander smiled with satisfaction at the sight of the suffering.
The Spy in the Snow
However, the Commander was unaware.
Behind a mound of snow, not far from the station, a pair of eyes were watching.
Charlie lay still in the snow. Spiritual energy protected his body from the extreme cold, making him undetectable by thermal imaging sensors.
In his hand, a smartphone recorded everything in high quality.
The camera lens captured every detail: US military uniforms, long-barreled firearms, the faces of cruel commanders, and the Japanese researchers being tortured half-naked on the ice.
The evidence of war crimes is now in Charlie’s hands.
