It rained a little in the morning, and the dry Jerusalem was moistened, and the ancient city had a little more spring breath.

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Harder, the fastest novel, walked out of the diner, carrying a grocery bag of sour olives and a piece of black, hard bread.

He crossed the street and walked into 48 Rue de la Santa Croce.

The two special forces guarding the gate greeted him, and he smiled.

He walked through the hall and into a hallway.

At the end of the corridor was a staircase made of stone, and he went down the stone staircase into another corridor.

The hallway is dimly lit, the air is damp, and the stone slabs on the floor give a sense of not drying.

On either side of the corridor are cells, very old.

Some stone walls are carved with Arabic characters that mean Allah is eternal, Allah is long live or something.

There are also some wishes, such as regaining freedom, getting love, or a piece of land or something.

Judging from the text carved into the walls, it is probably the prison used to hold prisoners in the Arab world during the Crusades.

It was a chaotic time when one god fought another.

Harder continued to walk, and at the end of the corridor appeared a door made of wood and iron, the planks were very thick wooden planks, and the iron was also very thick iron bars, very strong.

On either side of the door there are two braziers, made of bronze, with the insignia of the Crusaders on them, very ancient.

However, they are no longer used, they are just hung on the wall as decorations, and in their place are an LED ceiling lamp, which illuminates the space with a snow-white light, which is particularly gloomy and cold.

Harder walked to the ironwood door, opened it with the key, and walked in with the grocery bag.

Behind the ironwood door was a cell of about 20 square meters, with no beds, just some weeds on the floor.

Lying in the weeds lay a man, his ragged and thin body, his hair tousled all the way to his waist.

It is not difficult for his hair to be kept here for a long, long time, maybe years, or even ten years.

In the corner of the cell was a wooden barrel containing excrement, and the smell was very unpleasant.

But the long-haired man slept soundly, and when Harder came in, he didn't even lift his eyelids.

Harder threw the plastic grocery bag onto the haystack, then kicked the long-haired man in the thigh and said rudely, "Hey, bastard! Your food is here, shit, hurry up and eat! ”

"Who?"

The long-haired man finally opened his eyes.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Harder scolded.

The man suddenly sprang up from the haystack and kicked at the vital spot between Hard's legs.

When he was lying on the ground, he was like a dead dog, cramped, torn apart, and had no strength in his body, but when he attacked, he was like a poisonous snake lurking in the grass.

Harder jerked back.

Click!

The long-haired man's legs were suddenly grabbed by chains, and his toes were only two centimeters away from Hader's vital point.

But with those two centimeters, he couldn't kick it anymore.

The chain that imprisoned him was only that long, not a centimeter more.

But even so, Hader was taken aback by him, and in a fit of rage, he pulled out a desert eagle and pointed a gun at the long-haired man's head, "Bastard, do you really think I won't dare kill you?"

The long-haired man raised his hand to separate the dirty hair that was blocking his face, revealing his face.

It was a thin face and a long beard, which made him look like a man who was almost 50 years old, but he didn't have the slightest crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, which was a youthful feature.

He was terrible, but his eyes were sharp, like the eyes of a bloodthirsty beast.

He has a tattoo of a king cobra on his raised arm, a cyan body, red eyes and tongue, which is particularly hideous.

"If you dare to kill me, you won't have to bring me food. You're just an errand runner, what kind of big guy are you pretending?"

The long-haired man finally spoke, his voice hoarse and cold, full of disdain.

Harder suddenly stepped forward and smashed the long-haired man on the head with the hilt of his gun.

The long-haired man was motionless, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly aware of something, Harder stopped his attack and retreated to safety.

He smiled and shook his head, "I won't be fooled by you, the guy you killed three years ago, how long did it take you to provoke him?"

"Two years. ”

The long-haired man said, "You're smarter, but I think that's only temporary." One day I will kill you, and if I can escape, I will imprison your wife and children, and I will give them sour olives and hard bread every day. I'll give your wife a taste of my big bird, she's going to love it. ”

Hader restrained the anger in his heart, "You are dreaming, you will not be able to escape in this life." This is the end of your life, and I advise you to tell what you know as soon as possible, because as soon as you say it, you will be able to end this suffering, and you will be able to go to hell sooner. ”

The long-haired man's eyes flashed with hatred at the grocery bag that Harder had thrown on the ground, and then he lifted his foot and stepped on it.

The plastic grocery bags were broken, the hard bread was flattened, and the sour olives were broken quite a bit.

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'll be eating it all by night. What I brought you was your food for a day, which is only enough for a normal person, and you are in a state of hunger at any time, not to mention this junk food, even if you are given a dead mouse, you will eat it. ”

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The long-haired man lay down in the haystack again, and he took another look.

Just then, the ironwood door was opened again, and three men entered.

Harder knew only one of them, and it was the one he knew that made him immediately stand up and salute, and said respectfully, "Mr. Ones." ”

He said that the man he knew was named Kerns, tall, in his forties, and very lean.

He is the senior intelligence officer of Israel's Mossad, second only to the "Israeli Intelligence and Special Missions Agency"

The head of the bureau, Ibola, is the leader of the Mossad.

The two people who followed Cohens in, one was Yan Fo and the other was Augustman.

"Hard, you get out. ”

Cohens said in a commanding tone.

"Yes. ”

Harder turned and left the cell.

After Harder left, Cohens said, "It's this house fire, it doesn't have a name, we call him a hyena." He's been in Guantanamo Bay for five years, and he's been with us for five years, but neither the Americans nor we can get him to speak. ”

"He's the one who found the AE capsule?"

Yan Fo asked.

Cohens nodded, "It's him, but until now we don't know where he found the AE capsule, and how did he know about the AE capsule." He killed everyone who knew about the situation, he knew the truth, but he just wouldn't say it. ”

"I probably have a way to get him to speak. ”

Yan Buddha said.

At this time, the long-haired man lying in the weeds opened his eyes, and he glanced at him, and a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The Americans in Guantanamo Bay can't get him to speak, and the people in Israel's Mossad can't make him speak, why does this guy in front of him have such confidence?

Yan Fo also sent a man, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I know, neither the Americans nor the Mossad can make you speak, but what I want to sue you is me, not them." Have you ever heard of the FA organization? That's what I do in the FA organization. From the time I interrogated the first person, no one has been able to disappoint me until now. I think you're no exception. ”

The long-haired man suddenly stood up and reached out to grab Yan Fo's neck.

His nails were long, like wolf claws made of engineering plastic.

Yan Fo didn't move, and Auguste punched him over.

Bang!

Augusteman's fist was like a cannonball slamming into the palm of the long-haired man's hand.

With a muffled sound, the long-haired man's body rose off the ground and slammed into the stone wall.

His right arm fell.

Just now, when Augustman's fist hit his right palm, the sound of bones shattering came from his right palm and arm!

The chief instructor of the FA organization, the world's top killers like Daredevil and Cilita are all his disciples, and you can imagine how strong his strength is.

The long-haired man was amazed, "Who are you?"

Auguste said lightly: "You are a person who is about to die, you ask me what my name is, does it make sense to you? ”

The long-haired man said, "People from the FA organization, I know your stakes. You want to know the secrets you want to know from my mouth, don't dream. ”

"Then we're going to try. ”

Yan Buddha said, his eyes were full of confidence.

That's a very weird kind of self-confidence, it's very abnormal.

However, this look only lasted for about a second, and after a second it returned to normal.

Cohens said, "This guy is having a hard time with us, when are you going to start?"

"We are waiting for instructions from Mr. Williams. ”

Yan Fo said: "He will probably find us a military base for the US military and carry out this within the scope of his control." ”

Kornston frowned, "This is not what we agreed before, the secrets that this guy knows are very important to us, do you want to keep those secrets to yourself?"

"No, whatever I ask, the Mossad will get the same share, and I don't need to say what the relationship between the United States and Israel is, right?"

Yan Buddha said.

Cohens 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'll have to report to Mr. Ibola, and you will have to wait for the time. ”

Cohens said.

Yan Fo and Auguste looked at each other, then both nodded.

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