The gate didn't need to be knocked open, and he and his comrades lay in wait on either side of the wall outside the gate.

The door is open.

The light flickered on and off as the people moved.

An Zhiyuan made a gesture because he heard in his headphones that they were already in place.

It only took a few minutes, and there was no one standing in the entire cell.

The smell of blood on the ground was disgusting, and they were accustomed to this kind of blood, because the five people in the room looked at the man "Wu Gang" who was hanging on a stake and wanted to kill these beasts again.

An Zhiyuan waved his hand, they couldn't stay longer, their task was to leave, complete their task safely, and stuff their backpack to the ghost next to them, "Clean up the scene, let's leave." ”

Over the course of forty-five hours—five of his ribs were crushed with a blunt object, two legs were skinned and fleshed below the knee, his nose was cut off with a blade, two eyeballs were mashed, his jaw was shattered with a blunt object, and eight fingers were chopped off.

The most cruel thing is that during the whole process of abuse, he couldn't faint in pain because he was injected with a large amount of sober drugs by drugs/traffickers. (This is an excerpt from Du Niang, please forgive me for being so bloody, but he is a fact, and if you don't know, you won't be 404.) ）

Wu Gang, who still had a breath left, looked at them weakly, he couldn't hold on, but these people didn't let him die.

Death has also become a luxury.

They all remembered the saying that the reason why you can't see the darkness is because countless brave people have blocked the darkness where you can't see it.

This sentence exhausts the helplessness and desolation of these anti-narcotics police.

An Zhiyuan plucked the person from the pillar, yes, this word is called picking!

Because the person was pressed by an iron nail on his palms and limbs, he didn't know if he could hold on to it until he went back, and An Zhiyuan didn't miss Bai Xiao so much for a moment.

If Bai Xiao was by his side, would Wu Gang be saved.

At least let him live.

"Wu Gang, we are Huaguo special forces, I am the captain, we will take you out immediately. We're home!"

Looking at such comrades-in-arms, everyone's eyes were full of tears, who said that men don't flick when they have tears, but they haven't reached the sad place.

This is a sad song they wrote with their lives and blood.

Wu Gang shook his head, it was impossible for him to see his comrades-in-arms, and after choking in pain, "Give ...... Idol...... Copper...... Hurry up ......"

Everyone was in tears, An Zhiyuan shook his head, "You have to hold on, we will take you back soon, all the listen, fill this place for me, don't leave a living mouth!" With tears in his eyes, An Zhiyuan put Wu Gang on his back and prepared to leave.

The vengeful fury in their hearts burns, and these people deserve to die.

The bullets were loaded, and the fury of anger was about to crush all the dust.

An Zhiyuan noticed that Wu Gang was crooked on his back, and the ghost touched his pulse and shook his head.

The air pressure drops all at once.

An Zhiyuan carried the person hard, "Comrade, let's go home, we don't know your name, but you have to go back to your country." Five men held guns in their hands, their thick black hair knotted with sweat, and their faces smeared with black and green oil paint. The green T-shirts on their bodies were dirty from the dirt and sweat, but they were so imposing.

He calmly pondered whether he should be ordered to go back to the place where they tortured him, and kill all the bastards who were still there, even a few, these people were not enough to appease their anger, and they deserved it.

But his task is to get what they want, he hasn't done it yet, he has to get out of here, if they don't calm down, they also risk being killed, which endangers his comrades, he learned a long time ago, separating feelings from impulses, which keeps him awake, and it doesn't hinder him from carrying out his current task, but ...... Damn! He wanted to kill those bastards.

The death of these people in front of me is not enough.

These people are no longer worthy to be called human beings.

"Retreat!"

He ordered in a low voice.

Everyone's eyes darkened, and they didn't have any rebuttal, but they knew it was an order.