About an hour later, a group of Russians came to us. There were about fifteen or sixteen of them, and they all seemed to be very strong, so they should be good.

The old guy seemed very happy, but he was very reserved, and his expressionless appearance made people feel cold. The reason why I can feel that the old guy is happy is from his casual expression, maybe I have seen too much of the old guy pretending...

"Tell me about it." The old guy beckoned to me, "This is my captain of operations." You can call him a gypsy. The old fellow gestured to one of the guys standing in front of him, "This is the leader of the men sent to support us, Semolov." ”

I looked at this guy, this guy had short brown hair, he looked like he was in his thirties, thin and tall. There was an unfriendly look in the eyes of the deep bird's nest, and one glance made people feel that this person was not easy to deal with.

After I shook the man's hand, the old guy pointed to the room where Kutcher was locked. "Let's go. Take a look at our takeaways. I think Igna asked you to confirm Kutcher's identity and condition after you came, right? ”

The guy named Semolov looked a little embarrassed to hear the old guy say this. Apparently he did receive such an order. Of course the old guy said this Igna... I hadn't heard of it before, but I guess it's the rising star of tomorrow who met at a coffee shop.

"You're an old-timer. Nature understands the rules. You're right. Semolov simply admitted.

The old guy waved his hand indifferently, "It's nothing." If you don't say it, if you don't ask me, I'll do the same. I know the rules. The old fellow pushed open Kutcher's door. Then he looked at me and said, "Come along, my dear student." After that, he gave me a look.

I sighed helplessly. To be honest, I'm in a bad mood right now, and I just want to sleep with my stomach full. But that look in the old guy's eyes told me it was necessary to do so.

So I followed the old guy into the room, and I found that Locke had woken up and was lying against the wall, and Kutcher was crouching next to him, chatting with him.

After entering the room, the old guy pointed at Kutcher, "This is Mr. Kutcher." After speaking, he looked at the one lying on the ground, "That one is called Locke, and we know that he is the person in charge of liaison from the west." ”

Semolov looked at Kutcher and then at Locke, who was lying there, "Didn't you hold them separately?" ”

"Nope." The old guy shook his head, "I don't think it's necessary. Mr. Kutcher is already a collaborator of ours. And has helped us a lot. ”

Semolov nodded and walked over to Locke. At this point, Kutcher stood up, glanced at Semolov, and sat back in his chair.

Semolov crouched down and looked at Locke, "Did you just catch it at this time?" The blood is still fresh. ”

"Huh. Of course. Otherwise, Igna should have told you. This is a very important person, and you will have to take him with you when the time comes. The old guy said.

"Then look at it, you probably haven't had time to interrogate him yet. Do you want me to help? Semolov asked, looking back at the old fellow.

The old guy shook his head, "No. He had just woken up and had been unconscious. I don't have many questions either. If only he proves a few problems for me," said the old fellow, he came to Locke's side, "Mr. Locke." I have a few questions that I would like you to confirm for me. Need I introduce myself first? I guess you know exactly who I am, right? After all, you've done your homework all the way here. Hehe. By the way, the sneak attack on our headquarters did a really good job. My men are amazed at you. The old guy took out a photo, "It's not good for me to keep my head down, sorry Mr. Locke, I'm old, squatting and keeping my head down makes me dizzy, like low blood sugar." After saying that, he looked at Semolov on the side, "Help me pull him up." ”

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Molov seemed a little reluctant to be commanded by the old fellow, but after only hesitating for a moment, he reached out and grabbed one of Locke's arms and dragged him up with force.

Locke, perhaps pulled to the wound on his body, snorted in pain before being pulled to his feet and sat against the wall.

"I wish there was no broken arm anywhere in his arm. Hehe. Semolov sneered.

The old guy glanced at Locke, "It's much better now." Sitting up and looking at it is also good for your eyesight, isn't it? Hehe. The old guy said as he put the picture up in front of Locke's eyes, "Mr. Locke." Look at the person in this picture, can you tell me who is on it? ”

Locke's expression and state at the moment reminded me of the underground party on TV who were tortured. He looked up at the picture and then at the old guy in front of him.

The photo is the one that contains the old guy Eunice's former team member. But the old guy played a trick, and he didn't break down who Locke recognized.

"Can you tell me? Mr. Locke, are we all waiting? You've all been caught in our business, and you should throw in the towel. Is it useful to carry it dead? You wouldn't know that there are thousands of ways to get a person to speak, right? With so many years of human history, this interrogation is an extremely old job, so as people like you and me, do you think it is necessary to complicate things? The old guy said with a kind smile.

Locke heard the old guy say this, glanced at the picture again, and then he nodded and said, "Yes." But the man was dead. Didn't you kill it? ”

The old guy nodded, "Good." Mr. Locke. We took the first step well. Can you tell me what this man's name is? Where did it come from? I'm talking about his real name, and his real hometown. Don't be the information on your fake identity. ”

Locke looked at the old guy and said, "As far as I know, this man's name is Szczesny... Poles. ”

"Poland? Are you sure? The old fellow asked.

Locke smiled, "That's all I know... Maybe you can find out if you're British or American? Hehe. ”

Semolov saw Locke laughing unbridled and prepared to step forward. The old guy immediately looked at it and stopped, "Now I'm asking." ”

Semolov shrugged his shoulders and smiled, taking a step back. The old guy continued: "Okay. Doesn't care where he came from? Let's move on to the next question. The old guy said and pointed to the bust of his former team member in the corner of the picture, "So do you know this gentleman?" ”