It rained a little in the morning, and the dry Jerusalem was moisturized, and the ancient city also had a bit more of a spring atmosphere. Please search ()! The fastest updated novel
Harder came out of the restaurant, holding a grocery bag in his hand. The grocery bag contained soaked olives and a piece of dark, hard bread. He crossed the street and entered 48 rue Sainte-Croix.
The two special forces guarding the gate greeted him, and he smiled.
He walked down the hall and into a corridor. At the end of the corridor was a series of stone stairs. He went down the stone stairs and entered another corridor. The light in the corridor is dim, the air is very humid, and the stone slabs on the ground don't feel dry.
On both sides of the corridor are cells, very old cells. Some of the stone walls are engraved with Arabic words, meaning God is eternal, God lives long and so on. There are also some wish-making contents, such as regaining freedom, getting love, or a piece of land. The text carved on the walls suggests that the place was a prison where prisoners from the Arab world were held during the Crusades. It was a chaotic time when one god fought against another.
Hader continued to walk forward, and a door made of wood and iron appeared at the end of the corridor. The wooden boards were made of very thick logs, and the iron was also made of very thick iron bars, which were very strong. There are two braziers on both sides of the door. They are made of copper and have the emblem of the Crusaders on them. They are very ancient. However, they are no longer in use and are just hung on the wall as decorations. They were replaced by an LED ceiling lamp, which illuminated the space with snow-white light, making it particularly cold.
Harder walked to the iron door, opened it with the key, and walked in with the food bag.
Behind the iron wooden door is a cell of about 20 square meters. There is no bed, just some weeds on the ground. There was a man lying in the weeds. He was wearing ragged clothes, was thin, and had messy hair down to his waist. It's easy to see that his hair has been locked up here for a long, long time, possibly several years, or even ten years.
There was a wooden barrel in the corner of the cell containing excrement. The smell was very unpleasant. But the long-haired man slept peacefully, and he didn't even raise his eyelids when Hader came in.
Hader threw the plastic food bag onto the haystack, then kicked the long-haired man's thigh with his foot and said rudely: "Hey! Bastard! Your food is here, damn, hurry up and eat! You have a visitor today. .”
"Who?" The long-haired man finally opened his eyes.
"Stop talking nonsense!" Harder scolded.
The man suddenly jumped up from the haystack and kicked Hader's vital part between his legs. When he was lying on the ground, he looked like a dead dog. His muscles had been cramped and his bones had been dismantled, and his whole body had no strength. However, when he attacked, he looked like a poisonous snake lurking in the grass. If you move, you will die! If you move, you will die!
Harder jerked back.
Click! The long-haired man's leg was suddenly grabbed by the chain, and his toes were only two centimeters away from Hader's vitals. But he couldn't kick those two centimeters past. The chain that imprisoned him was only that long, not even a centimeter longer.
But even so, Hader was still startled by him. In anger, he pulled out a desert eagle, and then pointed the gun at the long-haired man's head, "Asshole! Do you really think I dare not kill you?" You?"
The long-haired man raised his hand to part the dirty hair from his face, revealing his face. He has a thin face and a long beard, which makes him look like a man who is almost 50 years old. However, there are no crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, which is a characteristic of youth. He was terrible, but his eyes were very sharp, like the eyes of a bloodthirsty beast.
There is a tattoo of a king cobra on his raised arm, with a cyan body, red eyes and tongue, which is particularly ferocious.
"If you dare to kill me, you won't come to deliver food to me. You're just an errand boy, why do you pretend to be a big shot?" The long-haired man finally spoke, his voice was hoarse and cold, full of disdain.
Harder suddenly stepped forward and hit the long-haired man in the head with the handle of his gun.
The long-haired man remained motionless, with a hint of a sneer on his lips.
Harder suddenly realized something, he terminated his attack, and then retreated to a safe area. He smiled and shook his head, "I won't be fooled by you. How long did it take you to provoke the guy you killed three years ago?"
"Two years." The long-haired man said: "You are smarter, but I think that is only temporary. One day I will kill you. If I can escape, I will imprison your wife and children. I will Give them sour olives and hard bread every day. I'll let your wife have a taste of my big bird, and she'll love it."
Hard controlled the anger in his heart, "You are dreaming, you will never be able to escape in this life. This is your end. I advise you to tell everything you know as soon as possible. As long as you tell it, you will If you can end this pain, you can go to hell as soon as possible."
The long-haired man saw the food bag thrown by Harder on the ground, a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes, and then he raised his foot and stepped on it.
The plastic grocery bags were torn, the hard bread was flat, and the sour olives were in pieces.
Harder sneered, "Don't do such boring things. It's not like you haven't done it before. You've spoiled the food now, but you will eat it all before night. I'll bring it to you. This is your food for a day, which is only enough for a normal person. You are always hungry, let alone this kind of junk food. Even if I give you a dead mouse, you will still eat it."
"Go away." The long-haired man lay in the hay again, and he didn't even take another look.
At this moment, the iron wooden door was opened again, and three people walked in. Harder only knew one of them, and it was the one he knew that made him immediately stand up and salute, saying respectfully: "Mr. Kerns."
He said that the man he knew was named Coens, he was tall, in his forties, and very capable. He is the senior intelligence officer of the Israeli Mossad, second only to Iborra, the director of the "Israeli Intelligence and Special Mission Directorate", who is also the leader of the Mossad.
The two people who followed Cohns in were Yan Fo and Augustman.
"Hard, get out." Kerns said with a commanding tone.
"Yes." Harder turned and left the cell.
After Harder left, Kerns said: "It's this domestic fire. He has no name. We call him hyena. He stayed in Guantanamo prison for five years and with us for five years, but neither the Americans nor we I couldn’t get him to talk.”
"Is he the one who found the AE capsule?" Yan Fo asked.
Kerns nodded, "That's him, but until now we don't know where he found the AE capsule, and how he knew about the existence of the AE capsule. He killed everyone who knew the situation, and he knew The truth, but he just won’t tell it.”
"I probably have a way to get him to talk." Yan Fo said.
At this time, the long-haired man lying in the weeds opened his eyes. He took a look, and a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The Americans in Guantanamo Prison couldn't get him to speak, and the people from Israel's Mossad couldn't get him to speak either. Why does this guy in front of him have such confidence
Yan Fo also said, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I know that neither the Americans nor Mossad can make you speak, but what I want to tell you is that I am not them. Have you heard of the FA organization? ? This is what I do in the FA organization. From the first person I interrogated, no one has been able to disappoint me until now. I think you are no exception."
The long-haired man suddenly stood up and reached out to grab Yan Fo's neck. His nails are very long, like wolf claws made of engineering plastic.
Yan Fo didn't move, and Augustman punched him.
Bang! Augustman's fist hit the long-haired man's palm like a cannonball. With a muffled sound, the long-haired man's body rose from the ground and hit the stone wall hard. His right arm dropped. Just now, when Augustman's fist hit his right palm, there was a bone-breaking sound coming from his right palm and arm!
The chief instructor of the FA organization, the world's top killers like Night Demon Sha and Silita are all his disciples. You can imagine how strong he is.
The long-haired man asked Guzman in surprise, "Who are you?"
Augustman said calmly: "You are a dying person, and you ask me what my name is. Does this mean anything to you? What you need is relief, not an answer."
The long-haired man said: "People from the FA organization, I know your existence. You want to know the secrets you want to know from me, so stop dreaming."
"Then we're going to give it a try." Yan Fo said, his eyes full of confidence. That's a very weird kind of confidence, very abnormal. However, this look only lasted for about a second, and returned to normal after a second.
Kerns said: "We're having a hard time with this guy. When are you going to start?"
"We are waiting for instructions from Mr. Williams." Yan Fo said: "He will probably find us a US military base to carry out this matter within his control."
Cohen suddenly frowned, "This is not what we both agreed before. The secrets this guy knows are very important to us. Do you do this to keep those secrets to yourself?"
"No, no matter what I ask, Mossad will get the same share. I don't need to say more about the relationship between the United States and Israel, right?" Yan Fo said.
Kerns thought for a moment and said, "I'll have to watch it myself."
Yan Fo said: "No problem, when can we take him away?"
"I have to report to Mr. Ibora, the specific time, you can wait for notification." Kerns said.
Yan Fo and Augustman looked at each other, then nodded.
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