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Zhao Qiang did not expect that there would be spies from the Death Scythe Mercenary Group working under his command.
If he was eager to report the situation to the Death Scythe mercenary group, his people would really not be able to find out. There is such a moth lurking in his group, and there is no telling what kind of trouble it will cause.
He put out the cigarette butts on his fingers in the ashtray, stood up, and walked to the man kneeling in front of him.
He said in a cold voice: "I, Zhao Qiang, think I am not unkind to you. Tell me, what is going on?"
The man's eyes were obviously a little panicked, and he said nervously: "Boss, I really don't know what mistake I made. What do you want me to say?"
"At this time, you still want to quibble? I mean, brother, are you a little big-hearted?" Zhao Qiang sneered: "You tell me everything you know, maybe my conscience will hurt you." Die happily, otherwise, don’t blame me as the boss for not being brotherly.”
"I... I really don't know what you are talking about, boss. I didn't make any mistakes." The man still insisted on his statement.
"Really? You're really a tough talker."
Zhao Qiang sneered, turned to Poisonous Scorpion standing aside, and said: "Poisonous Scorpion, let him reminisce well, I believe he will be able to remember a lot of things."
Venomous Scorpion nodded sternly, and pulled out a steel awl from his sleeve. It was shaped like an embroidery needle for sewing clothes, but the end was as thick as a finger, the front part was sharp, and the length was fifteen centimeters!
The steel cone pierced the man's skin and dug into his spine.
The severe pain caused him to roar crazily, falling to the ground and twisting his body.
"Hmph!" Venomous Scorpion snorted coldly, raised his foot and kicked him directly in the face, knocking him to the ground and stepping on his cheek.
Zhao Qiang also said in a cold voice at this moment: "Say! Now that I am in a good mood, say, I will give you a happy death! Otherwise, I will make it impossible for you to live or die!"
The steel cone was still stirring back and forth in the man's spine, making a crunching sound when it hit the bones, and the man's body started to twitch.
"I... I said." After all, those who can persevere in extremely painful torture are
After professional training, he is an extremely determined person. Obviously, men are not included in this category.
"I am a spy stationed by the Death Scythe Mercenary Group in Ludawan. I usually have no missions. I will only take action after receiving an order."
"This time I received an order from above, asking me to report on what happened recently. I also want to pay attention to the activities of the Chinese people in the Rwandawan area."
After hearing his words, Zhao Qiang's brows not only did not relax, but instead wrinkled.
Investigate the activities of the Chinese people? What does it mean? Brother Feng in the Huangquan Mercenary Group, himself, Gigolo, Zhai Qiang, Goshawk, and Hound Dog are all Chinese. Could it be that the Death Scythe Mercenary Group already knows the details of the Huangquan Mercenary Group
Unable to figure out the reason, Zhao Qiang kept it in mind and prepared to call Zhang Feng after the torture.
His eyes continued to lock on the man, and he asked again: "How many spies are there lurking in Ludawan like you?"
"Only myself."
"Are you alone? How dare you lie to me now?" Zhao Qiang obviously didn't believe his answer.
"No, no, no... I don't dare to lie to you. I am really the only one! The urban area is not within the sphere of influence of the Death Scythe Mercenary Group, so I am the only one stationed here and responsible for inquiring about information." The man quickly explained He said that he now felt that his spine was injured, and his entire lower body was completely numb and had no feeling.
Zhao Qiang nodded, what he said was somewhat credible.
The interrogation continued for a while, and the man reported everything he knew without reservation, but there was nothing important.
"Kill me, I've said everything I need to say." The man didn't want to continue living. Now that my spine is injured, I am afraid that the best outcome for the rest of my life will be high paraplegia, which would be worse than death.
Poisonous Scorpion looked at Zhao Qiang with questioning eyes. As long as Zhao Qiang spoke for sure, she would kill this man without hesitation.
Zhao Qiang shook his head slightly. This spy can't die yet, and may have other uses.
"Poisonous Scorpion, lock him up first and let me keep an eye on him 24 hours a day. You can't let him die without my order, you know?"
Hearing this, Poisonous Scorpion nodded and dragged the man's body out of the room.
Zhao Qiang sat on the sofa again, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and held it in his mouth.
He took out his cell phone and dialed Zhang Feng's number. After two beeps, he was connected.
"Hello, Erqiangzi." Zhang Feng's voice came from the phone.
"Brother Feng, I have something to tell you about the Death Scythe Mercenary Group." Zhao Qiang said straight to the point.
"Death Scythe Mercenary Group?" Zhang Feng frowned slightly after hearing Zhao Qiang's words. Could it be that the Death Scythe mercenary group has already reached out to Ludawang
Ludawang is the rear base of his Huangquan mercenary group, so he cannot afford to lose anything! He quickly asked: "What's going on? Erqiangzi."
At that moment, Zhao Qiang was about to capture the spy of the Death Scythe mercenary group and revealed all the information he had gleaned from the spy.
Zhang Feng's doubts have also been eliminated. It seems that the Death Scythe mercenary group has not reached out to Lu Dawang. They are just spies, which is acceptable.
"Er Qiangzi, you have done a good job in this matter! Lu Dawang is very important to our Huangquan mercenary group, and we must not make any mistakes! In this way, the power you have in your hands now can be considered as good! Start giving I will conduct a general cleaning and remove all those with unknown origins from your group! And that spy, try to find a way to pry me out of his mouth, his contact information with the Death Scythe Mercenary Group. This is the most important."
"I understand, Brother Feng! That's it for now. I'll call you when there are new situations." Zhao Qiang said.
"Okay, that's it."
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Feng's expression was far less relaxed than when he spoke, and his brows were furrowed.
He was thinking about why the Death Scythe Mercenary Group focused on investigating the Chinese. He also had the same question as Zhao Qiang in his mind. Could it be that the Death Scythe Mercenary Group has mastered the details of his own Underworld Mercenary Group? If that were the case, I'm afraid things would be bad.
After turning my head and thinking about it for a moment, I felt that it shouldn't be the case.
The Underworld Mercenary Group has always been extremely low-key. Even Manfred probably only found out about it when he was fighting the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group.
How could the Death Scythe Mercenary Group know? The more this happens, the more doubtful his investigation of the Chinese people becomes.