Mark walked away with the two loaded trucks sent by several guards after patrolling the drug factory, and followed carefully behind with heavy punches and ghosts, and in the dark night in order not to be discovered, the ghosts did not turn on the lights, but brought night vision devices to follow all the way.

In order to further understand the McCain Gang Heavy Punch to contact some relationships, collect relevant intelligence, and leave the collation and analysis of feedback information to Alpha, whose ability to process data can be worth ten intelligence analysts.

Of course, this will take some time to complete, after all, it takes time for information feedback and surveys, and it is impossible to make more accurate judgments even if the alpha is fast and does not have enough information.

Two hours later, Mark's car arrived at the state's capital city, Flos, the most prosperous city in the south, which can be called full of lights and wine, traffic and unique South American architecture.

"I'm finally able to go to the big city." The ghost couldn't help but sigh, they had been active in remote areas for a long time, and it felt really good to go into the city.

Mark's car soon entered the red light district in the north of the city, the place was full of scantily clad street girls, Mark's car twisted into an alley and stopped behind an apartment building, compared with the beauty and glamour of the main street, it can be described as dirty and messy, as soon as the car stopped, more than a dozen people surrounded it, and soon the women who got out of the car were pressed into the apartment building, Mark sat in the car and talked to the bearded man in the head and drove away.

"This guy is quite busy." The ghost said.

"Let's go, see where he goes?" The punch was fixed on Marco's car, and that look was like looking at a dead man.

Mark first went to a restaurant for dinner, then drove directly to the wealthy area in the south of the city, and finally the car entered the garage of a villa, and after a while all the lights in the villa were on, and it seemed that this guy had arrived home.

"It's really different, living in such a nice place." After staring at the villa for a while, he found that there was no one else inside, only Mark and his two bodyguards.

"I'll go check it out and get him out." Punched out of the car.

"Don't make too much of a fuss." The ghost reminded him.

He waved his hand to show that he understood, and crossed the road to the side of Mark's house.

Stepping over the half-man-high bush wall into the yard, he was going to sneak in from the side of the villa, as soon as he turned around, he saw the kennel by the wall, he was ready to meet the dog, he didn't expect the kennel to be empty, just as he scanned the surroundings, a black shadow pounced on him from the bushes next to him.

The fact that the dog does not bark but attacks directly indicates that it has been strictly trained, so that the dog is not easy to deal with, and usually does not move and keeps staring at the target secretly, and attacks at the right time.

Heavy punch had already been mentally prepared, and reached out to grab the back of the dog's neck while dodging sideways, and then he saw that this was a very strong pitbull, this kind of dog is known as the world's number one fierce dog, extremely aggressive, and is a well-known guard dog.

Grabbed the dog's strength and pulled it back, shook his hand and slammed it to the ground, the 50-kilogram pit bull was nothing in his hands, and the dog screamed and couldn't get up, and fell to the ground and kept twitching.

This made a lot of movement, the people in the house must have heard it, and curled up to hide in the dark, and soon, the door of the villa rang, and a person walked out, it was one of Mark's bodyguards, this guy came around from the front with a pistol, and at a glance he saw the dog still twitching on the ground, and the bodyguard stood there with a gun to observe the surrounding situation, and only after finding no danger did he go over and squat down to check.

As soon as the bodyguard squatted, he felt movement behind him, he immediately turned back, but it was too late, he felt his neck tighten, he had been strangled, and then, in a sharp pain, he heard the crisp sound of his cervical vertebrae being twisted.

Throwing the bodyguard in the dark of the bushes with a heavy fist, he carefully walked around to the door, and the other bodyguard in the living room was drinking and watching TV, and he raised his leg and walked in.

"What's wrong with the dog?" The bodyguard stared at the TV screen without looking back, instinctively turning his head to look at it without hearing a response, and by this time the heavy punch had already come to the front, knocking him unconscious with a punch that would have knocked him unconscious for at least two hours.

Turning around and going up to the second floor, the door to the study was open, and he walked cautiously over, where Mark was sitting and typing on the computer.

Marx did not notice that someone was entering the room, and when he looked up to see it, Heavy Punch was already sitting in the chair opposite him.

Mark was startled, he didn't know the person in front of him, and he realized that he was in a bad situation when he saw the black hole muzzle in this man's hand pointed at him.

"It seems a bit awkward to meet this way." Heavy Punch looked at Mark and said with a sneer.

Mark quickly calmed down and looked at the heavy punch with a calm expression: "Who are you?" What's the matter with me?

"I think it's more appropriate for me to ask questions in this situation." Punch pointed a gun at Mark, "Put your hand on the table where I can see." ”

Mark calmly complied: "Are you from the Lai Li Gang?" ”

"I want to meet your boss." Heavy Punch wasn't going to answer his question.

"Our boss isn't here." Mark said and pointed to the wine glass on the side, and when he saw that he didn't object, he picked it up and took a sip, "What can you talk to me about, I am the managing director of the group, dealing with the affairs of the upper and lower levels, if you are here to talk about the division of interests, you can speak directly, if you are here to carry out assassination, I am willing to pay double the price to buy back my life." ”

"You McCain Gang is too much, you have such a big industry, so many sources of income, you have to grab a bowl of rice with us, is it possible that you are bullying us and no one?" Heavy punch is a very vague question, but there is no flaw.

"Business is business, the capable come first, many brothers follow us, we have to give them food, I don't like your way of talking, there are things to say, don't be too vague, I can answer your questions, but you have to let me understand what you want to know?" Mark's words are a very euphemistic indication that he is not going to answer the question raised by Heavy Punch in a vague way, that is, he does not plan to say more until he knows where he came from and what he means, and that he is indeed a smart man.

"Interesting." Heavy punch actually smiled, it seems that there is no need to beat around the bush to talk to this kind of person, "Okay, let's talk in another place, maybe you will be more sober." ”

"What do you want to do?" Mark was shocked, he was not an idiot, of course he understood what Heavy Punch was trying to do.

Half an hour later, Mark was taken to a river on the outskirts of the city, and in the moonlight Mark remained calm and calm, even though his hands were tied, and he could not see the slightest panic.

"The moonlight is good, I hope you don't spoil the scenery." The punch dragged Mark off the car, "Since you don't want to cooperate, then we can only change the rules, now I'll ask you to answer, answer correctly, or satisfy me, there is no reward, if you make a mistake or I am not satisfied, you will be punished." ”

"What do you want to know?" Mark calmly watched the punch.

"What do I want to know? Hehe...... "Heavy Punch never said his true purpose, he didn't want Mark to judge his origin from his words, he just wanted to get more information and intelligence, the two of them have never stopped this kind of competition or temptation in the dark, but Mark doesn't seem to have the upper hand, and he still hasn't figured out what the other party is."

"There's too much nonsense, it's not practical at all." The ghost is a man of action, he pulls Mark by the hair, drags him to the river, pushes him into the water, and then stomps on the struggling Mark to smoke.

"Can't you be a gentleman?" Heavy Punch shook his head, "This guy has a thin physique, don't kill him, he definitely knows a lot of things." ”

"This kind of goods deserves to die." The ghost pouted.

"Then you'll have to ask before you die." Leaning on the car with a heavy fist and hugging his shoulders to watch the excitement.

It took a minute for Mark to be pulled up by the ghost, and now he was not as calm as before, curled up on the ground coughing and vomiting, squirting water from his nose and mouth, and his face was as pale as a dead man.

"Say it." The ghost looked at him.

"You ...... What do you want to know? Mark was almost speechless.

"The answer is incorrect." The ghost kicked over again and stepped into the water.

"This kind of person is cheap, and he won't open his mouth if he doesn't make him half dead." Heavy Fist shook his head and said.

"It's just a simple waterboarding, how long can he carry it? Do you want to gamble? The ghost asked as he smoked a cigarette.

"Not interested." Heavy punch shook his head, and the ghost's words reminded him of his old acquaintance, the gambler who had been born and died with him.

Mark was unresponsive when he was pulled out of the water again, lying there motionless and breathless.

The ghost kicked him in the stomach, and Mark suddenly curled up like a prawn, then vomited and coughed violently, and it took five minutes for him to slowly collapse to the ground, and he looked like he was breathing more than a dead man.

"Feels good, doesn't it? Do you want to do it again? The ghost crouched down and patted Mark in the face.

Mark didn't even have the strength to speak, he just shook his head hard, he wasn't a tough guy, he couldn't afford to toss like this, he couldn't stand it anymore.

"Hmm!" The ghost slapped his face vigorously, "Very good, that means we have reached a preliminary consensus, so let's get to the point." ”

Mark moved, and then he coughed violently, squirting out several mouthfuls of water, and the whole person began to twitch involuntarily like an electric shock, and he waved his hand gently, motioning for the ghost to give him some time to catch his breath......