When the captain and the others ran to the battlefield out of breath, there was no enemy there, and there were still a few corpses on the ground, as well as bullet casings scattered everywhere and two dilapidated cars, and there was still light smoke on the car, only an iron frame remained, and everything that could be burned was burned out, and it should have just experienced an explosion.

Ram and I were gone, the corpses were all slain enemies, and the goddess was on her knees alone, stunned.

Everyone hurriedly ran over, the baby stayed behind to look at the goddess, and the others quickly searched the battlefield to see if there were any traces left, but after looking around, they didn't find anything valuable.

Instead, the baby standing next to the goddess had a blood-stained strip of cloth, which the captain identified as having been torn from the shirt I was wearing.

The captain took the strip of cloth and walked to the goddess and said, "Now is not the time to be sad, it is a good thing that the body of the assassin was not found, which means that he is likely to be captured, as long as he lives there is hope." ”

Hearing this, the goddess was stunned for a moment, raised her head randomly and suddenly, and asked in surprise, "Is he really alive?" ”

"Must still be alive, look at this!" The captain handed the strip of cloth to the goddess.

"What is this?" The goddess frowned, the strip of cloth was soaked in blood, and she didn't recognize it for a moment.

"This is the strip of cloth that you bandaged the wound of the assassin when he was wounded, and tore off his clothes, who have you ever seen who had the heart to untie the strip of cloth on the wound before dying, if the enemy wants to kill him, let alone tear it off, he will be killed with one shot, which shows that the enemy not only does not want him to die, but also wants to treat his wounds, so the strip of cloth will be removed."

The captain is pure nonsense, he said this just to cheer up the goddess, God knows what happened at that time, this blood-stained cloth strip can't explain anything at all, but the goddess's IQ is close to negative now, as long as it is a clue related to me, she believes it.

Actually, this strip of cloth was knocked off when the bastards beat me, and I was so delirious that I didn't even notice.

However, there is a sentence that the captain analyzed is still very reasonable, that is, it is a good thing not to see my body, because dead people have no value, and no one will take away a corpse that is about to decompose, in other words, they took me away, which means that it is probably not dead.

Listening to the captain's words, the goddess got up from the ground with a rub, hurriedly pulled the rucksack, and rummaged through it with an anxious face, the more anxious she was to find something, the more she couldn't find it, just when she wanted to tear the rucksack open, the baby took out the GPS locator and put it in front of her, and said softly: "Calm down, you will not only can't save him, but also kill your comrades." ”

The goddess was stunned for a moment, slowly raised her head, met the baby's gaze, and after a while, she took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and then slowly stretched out her hand and took the locator in the baby's hand.

Everyone gathered around, and the locator quickly locked on my position coordinates, and I was still moving fast, about twenty kilometers away from this position.

After getting my coordinates, the captain decisively ordered the pursuit, and on the other hand, he contacted his comrades in the holy city and immediately sent people over to support, striving to complete the rescue tonight.

I don't know where I was taken by those bastards, I was in a coma all the way, and finally I was poured a basin of cold water on my head before I came to my senses, and by this time, I had reached my destination.

I opened my hazy eyes, and with all my might, I could only open a slit, my eyelids were swollen, my eyes were sealed, miserable, and I reluctantly looked around, it was a large wooden house, it looked like a warehouse, there were many boxes piled up in the corner, and there were many weapons on it.

I was hung in the middle of the hut with a dim lamp next to it, and by the dim light I saw that there were many torture instruments, chains, hooks, sabers, hammers, and so on.

At the doorway stood two guys with black hoods, with only their mouths and two eyes exposed, and two automatic rifles in their hands, because the light was too dim, I didn't see the guns clearly, but they didn't look like American guns, they looked like Russian things.

These two people still have the appearance of soldiers, guarding the door, standing straight, not squinting, raising their heads and chests, not at all as obscene as the people we killed before, and the appearance of holding guns is also very formal, and they have received professional military training at a glance.

In addition to them, there was a chair directly in front of me, and a one-eyed man sat with his legs crossed, with an eye patch in one eye, a burly figure, and an extremely vicious appearance, especially one eye, which looked even more terrifying.

At this time, he looked at me with a grin, a cigarette between his fingers, wisps of smoke wafting around, making his face a little blurred, looking at the arrogant look, he knew that this must be the head of this place.

However, it wasn't the man who really caught my attention, but the man standing at the table and fiddling with the torture instruments, who was about my size, with a flaxen-colored head that looked very individual.

The reason why I paid attention to him was because the murderous aura on this man was very heavy, the two of us were not far apart, and I even smelled the smell of blood coming from him, this is a pure killing machine, he must have killed many people, very many, even the god of death has to bow down.

His eyes are dark and cold, his eyes are full of cruel killing intent, he looks at it, it's like being targeted by a poisonous snake, it's creepy, I always feel that his eyes are very special, but I can't say what is special about it, in short, it's different from normal people.

Another thing that I am very concerned about is that he is yellow-skinned, pure Asian, but in terms of body and manners, he does not look like a Japanese, and in terms of appearance, he does not look like a Chinese, although Asians look similar, but there is still a big difference between races, in my experience, he should be Vietnamese or Thai.

He had been fiddling with those torture instruments, as if he was choosing which one to use, and this guy put a lot of pressure on me, even when I faced Augusta, the king of the Black Fist, I didn't feel this kind of oppression.

I don't know what they're trying to do, but since they're hanging me here, they shouldn't be able to escape the torture, but I don't know if they're trying to get information from me, or if they're just trying to torture me for fun.

If it's for intelligence, maybe I can talk to them and talk nonsense, which can distract them and distract myself, so as to alleviate the pain, which I have experienced in anti-prisoner training.

If it's just for the pleasure of me, then it's troublesome, because they won't listen to what I say, they will only torture me in all kinds of tricks until I die.

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