When Jack finished breathing, he was about to leave, only to find dozens of black holes around him with muzzles pointed at him, and he knew that if he moved, his whole body would be turned into a honeycomb.

"Lay down your arms! Hold your head in your hands and kneel on the ground! A somber voice commanded.

Knowing that there was no choice, Jack did as he was told, and a guy came up with a rubber stick in his hand and kicked Jack's dagger away. After the head, pistols, automatic rifles and other weapons, it was a stick on Jack's head, and Jack's head slammed, his eyes went black, and he fainted.

When consciousness regains dimly, Jack doesn't know if he's dreaming or if he's dead.

A bucket of cold water poured down from his head, and Jack shivered and struggled to open his eyes, his eyelids looking extremely heavy. There were four people standing in front of him.

Two of the elephants are Turkic, and the other two are Arabs.

The two Turks looked to be almost fifty years old, and although the wrinkles on their foreheads were deep, their eyes were bright, and they were both dressed in the same colorless tuxedo.

Jack guessed that the two Turkic-looking ones were Robert and Thomas.

The Arabs on the left and right of Robert and Thomas all looked fierce, both dressed in dark suits.

Only then did Jack realize that he was naked, tied to a chair welded with iron pipes. It is tied with a tough cable that is less likely to break than an iron chain.

"Do you know that we were having dinner happily, and you knocked us in, it's so rude!" The thin Arab in his forties on the right said fiercely.

Jack snorted in reply.

"You've killed so many of us, and you have to pay a good tribute, Mr. Louis! But there's no point in killing you all at once. The muscular man on the left said as he tore the cellophane of the cigar and put it in his mouth.

Louis is a pseudonym for Jack to Constantinople.

Jack felt as if there were two or three people behind him, perhaps the thugs of torture.

"You seem to be a tough guy, we need to be close. If it's a soft egg that falls down after a few hits, it will be too disappointing. The Arab on the right said.

Robert stepped forward, tapped Jack's forehead with his baton, and asked in blunt Roman, "What's your real name?" What organization are you from? If you can tell you all about your organization, we can spare you the death penalty. ”

"My name is Louis, and I work as a reporter for the World Guns & Firearms Magazine." Jack replied.

"Nonsense! If you are really a journalist, why can you break through one trap after another and break into here? Robert said coldly.

"It's all driven by curiosity. You can't be a journalist without a strong sense of curiosity. ”

"It seems that if I don't give you a little bit of power, you won't tell the truth!" With a hideous smile on Robert's face, he took a few steps back and waved his hand.

A big man in a combat uniform turned in front of Jack, only to see him holding a leather whip with steel tips in his hand, and a sadistic smile on the corner of his mouth, "Hurry up!" It's useless to charge a good man. As long as it falls into our hands, no one can hold on to the end. As he spoke, he waved his whip. Jack struggled to dodge the blow, but couldn't. Because he was tied to an iron chair that was fixed to the concrete floor.

The left shoulder felt a burning pain, and the impact on the internal organs caused vomiting, bleeding from the broken skin of the left shoulder, the upper arm seemed to be detached from the body, and the liver was also in terrible pain due to the impact.

"Don't even snort, count yourself as a kind, but see how hard you can get. Say it! The big man said and raised his whip again.

"I'll be honest, I don't have an organization, I'm a lone professional killer, let me join your organization." Jack squeezed out a voice.

"You fucking pretend to be garlic!" Syllable! A whip was whipped on Jack's right shoulder. Jack couldn't take it anymore and vomited bile-filled gastric juice.

The big man jumped back, dodging the dirt that Jack spat out, "Stinky death!" However, you can be considered a good man, if you are an ordinary fellow, you will pass out with just one whip. ”

The sadistic smile on his lips added a few more points. The third whip landed on his waist and knocked Jack unconscious.

A dozen hands picked up a vice and peeled off the nail of Jack's right little finger, and the sharp pain in his heart made Jack sober up, and he couldn't help screaming: "Stop! ”

"Okay, okay, you kid finally want to tell the truth." A dozen hands showed Jack the fingernails they had pulled off in a vice.

"I'm from the Ghost Slayer." JACK SAID. Although the little finger with the nail peeled off was painful, it was nothing compared to the unbearable pain of the internal organs just now. Jack said in his heart that this group of cunning terrorists would not believe it if he did not reveal some truth.

"Don't lie!" Robert was furious, "The list of ghost killers is in our hands, and there is no name of your Louis in it. If you waste any more time, beware of peeling the oil off your body alive to make soap. With that, he slapped Jack in the face with his baton.

"My real name is Jack and I didn't lie this time. I only did it for the money, and I didn't have to be loyal to the Ghost Slayer. Jack shouted.

"Jack, well, this name is indeed on the list of ghost killers, and it's also a gold medal killer, not to mention that this guy is good." Thomas muttered to Robert.

"That's not right, the ghost organization said that Jack and fifteen other ghost killers were all killed in the Tang Dynasty in the mission we commissioned to assassinate Empress Changsun, why is he still alive now." Robert muttered to Thomas suspiciously.

Why did Jack dare to admit that he was the killer of the ghost organization, because the fifteen killers who assassinated the eldest grandson queen, except for those who were killed by Jack on the spot, the rest of the injured and drunk pistol by the eldest grandson queen Ma were all captured alive later, and after secret interrogation, it was found that they could not provide any valuable information, so they were all secret. Executed, and the public propaganda Jack and the fifteen killers were all exterminated. Jack's joining the Datang Anti-Terrorism Rangers is also a super secret, except for Empress Guo Changsun, the rest of the people don't know, including Empress Changsun's personal guard Qiu Ju doesn't know. When Jack received the anti-terrorism mission, he only had one-line contact with the eldest grandson queen, as for Jack's name when he was training at the Datang anti-terrorism base and his name in the Datang anti-terrorism special team, they were just code: 007, and there was no photo and other information, so Jack was not afraid that others would know his true identity now, so he dared to say that he was still a ghost killer organization.

"That assassination of Empress Changsun, we fell into the trap of the Tang Dynasty black-clothed guards, so the whole army was wiped out, but I was only seriously injured, after a bloody battle, and then escaped by luck, disappeared for more than a year, just recuperated in a secret place in Datang. I, Jack, as the top gold medal killer of the Ghost Organization, won't die so easily. Datang's propaganda to the outside world is nothing more than exaggerating their achievements and intimidating those organizations and individuals who are enemies of them. ”

"And which organization commissioned you this time? What is the purpose? Thomas asked viciously.

"Of course I'm sent by the ghost organization, as for who the person who entrusted our organization is, of course I don't know as a front-line killer, anyway, I'm just carrying out orders and making money. I'm a killer, I don't care about zhengzhi, I don't care about other things, as long as I can make money, whoever gives me more money, I will do it for whomever I want. If you want to know who entrusted our organization to spy on you, you can go to the upper echelons of our organization to find out. "Through the intelligence provided by the agents and spies of the Tang Dynasty, Jack knew that after the failure of the mission to assassinate the Empress of the Eldest Sun, the ghost killer organization had turned against the anti-Tang alliance, because the anti-Tang alliance refused to pay the agreed remuneration at that time, it is said that the anti-Tang alliance said that the ghost killer organizations are all rice buckets, and they will never cooperate with them in the future, and it is precisely because they see that it is unreliable to entrust other killer organizations, so the anti-Tang alliance does not hesitate to spend huge sums of money and painstaking efforts to establish its own killer and terrorist training bases, Train killers and terrorists who are loyal to themselves. Besides, the Ghost Killer Organization is also a dragon that cannot be found, and it is difficult to find a trace, so Jack is not worried about the Anti-Tang Alliance going to the Ghost Organization to investigate and verify.

"They asked you to spy on us, how much did they pay you?" Robert asked, staring at Jack.

"Advance one thousand taels of gold, and pay two thousand taels of gold when the deed is completed."

"Damn, it looks like a big customer. This guy who entrusted your organization must have come from a lot of background. Even if you're a member of the Ghost Slayer Organization, then, I ask you, how much does the Ghost Slayer Organization know about our situation? Thomas asked.

"I didn't know anything, so I was called to scout."

"Stubborn guy! Damn, you kid really want to die that much? The vicious Arab yelled at Jack.

"All right," Robert began, "let's show this dog the joy of being alive first." In this way, he will feel that it is stupid to be stubborn, and he will take the initiative to say it all. What we have is time. ”

"Understood." The thug leader bowed his head.

Robert and the others left the room.

The two thugs in the back turned to the big man standing in front of Jack. One of the thugs advised: "Before you make him happy, it's better to show him the torture chamber first." ”

The other two agreed.

They handcuffed Jack's hands behind his back and tied a chain around each of Jack's feet and neck, carrying an iron ball weighing thirty kilograms. Then, untie the tough cable that binds Jack to it.

"Stand up!" The big man commanded Jack.

After Jack stood up, another thug pressed a switch on the right wall.

The motor and oil pump hummed in, and Jack's concrete wall slowly slid from left to right, revealing a room with lights that turned on automatically.

A thug said viciously, "Let's go!" "Xiang Quan. Naked jack fart. Strand kicked.

Jack dragged the heavy iron ball into the torture chamber. The floor of the room is covered with tiles to make it easier to wash away the blood. There are guillotines, chainsaws, ovens, cauldrons full of oil for cooking, countless iron women with steel nails on the inside, funnels for waterboarding, and pulleys for hanging people upside down.

A dozen hands turn on the switch on the chainsaw, pretending to push Jack onto the fast-spinning chainsaw to cut it off.

Jack deliberately screamed in fear, much to the amuse of the three thugs.

Jack is then lifted onto what appears to be a flatbed truck used to carry the body, and the thugs push the flatbed into a winding tunnel.

Along the way, I passed through many guards, and finally came to a large steel door with a combination lock.