"Damn thing, he still didn't say a word? You are the worst mercenary I have ever seen, the most useless interrogation!" Someone yelled angrily outside in English. On the third day, his patience On the verge of being on the verge, he will run away at any time.
The bearded man with the big beard down to his chest glanced at the government official who was yelling at him. There was a fierce energy flashing in the eyes of the evil bird, "Oh, so it seems that your government has a way. Leave it to you."
The man was dressed in a white robe, white pants with wide legs, and his facial features were Central Asian faces. He just raised his hand and several mercenaries in desert camouflage bulletproof vests walked over, tall and tall, all holding A(K)47. The assault rifle stood behind the man.
When the officer from the government saw him, he immediately took a step back and looked at the senior officer in the ST mercenary warily, and said with a sullen expression: "No, we don't need him, we just need to ask which country he is from. Soldier, Sacra, we just need to know this, nothing more."
"I know, I have been working hard, but sometimes it's not that we can get what you want by working hard." Sacra smiled and said, and pointed to the prisoner inside the closed iron gate, "I see. Now, sir, let alone let him speak, it will be difficult for him to open his eyes."
"His wound has not been treated. Oh, yes, you are not allowed to treat the wound. Of course, we all agree to make him painful, but now he doesn't even have the strength to speak. How do we know what country he is a soldier?"
"Judging from his skin color, hair color, and eye color, we think he is Asian, and that's all we know."
Sacra's words caused the officer from the government army to squint his eyes. After a while, he smiled fiercely, "Believe me, I will have a way to get him to speak."
He beckoned to his guard, and saw that the ferocity in Sacra's eyes deepened.
When the government guards left, he sneered: "Since you want to interrogate yourself, I think our hire money can also be collected in advance."
When it comes to employment money, the official who came on behalf of the government laughed immediately, "Sacra, with our partnership, I don’t think it’s anxious for now. Please wait a moment, we can hear that guy soon. Voice."
Interrogating and torturing a prisoner does not need to be concerned, especially interrogating a guy who cannot go back alive, as long as he gets what he wants and ends him immediately.
In the employment relationship, there is distrust, and the cooperative relationship is unstable... I only began to question myself on the third day. It seems that it is not that Sacra has lost patience, but the government has lost patience.
Ten minutes later, footsteps were heard, and then the locked iron door "creaked open" and four people came in.
"Wake him up." The government officer said cruelly, looking down at the prisoner whose whole body was wounded by the artillery fire. When his sight saw the wound on K7's shoulder, a brutal smile appeared on his face and lifted it up. Get up, step on the wound with the heel of your leather shoe, and twist your ankle so that the heel will crush the wound fiercely.
This wound originally had no more bleeding, and it was crushed by the hard heel. The scarlet blood and the scab were combined with strands of blood, exposing the scarlet scarlet wound.
K7 didn't move, as if he was unconscious, but frowned, as if he was frowning because of discomfort in his sleep.