Just when Xiao Mubai was planning here, over there, in the command center of the base. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The lights are still bright, and in a space of several hundred square meters, dozens of computers have been displaying, and dozens of officers and sergeants are still busy.

Captain Bertrand did not rest, he was in charge of the operation of the command center, and more than the necessary work to maintain the center, was always staring at the screen.

In this screen, there is a bare cave, and a prisoner is tied to a chair in the cave, if Xiao Mubai is here, he will definitely recognize the person in the camera as Martin.

At this moment, half of Martin's face was swollen, the corners of his mouth were still bleeding, and the whole person was very embarrassed.

"I'm Colombian, my name is Martín Benítez, I'm here for the Foreign Legion, I'm doing an elimination training and my guys are in the canyon and they haven't eaten all day."

Captain Bertrand stared at Martin, who was talking at all the money inside, and watched him say everything word by word to his captors, asking for their forgiveness and forgiveness.

Captain Bertrand's face was calm, and there was no joy or sorrow at all. He seemed expressionless, still watching with interest, watching the story unfold inside the cave.

In the cave, Martin did not dare to raise the slightest strength to resist, and the thought of the living rat's head made him feel sick, as if he had something bad in his stomach.

Just after he begged for mercy, the damn fellow, he took a syringe and injected him with a little medicine that would last six hours and suppress the spread of the toxin into his heart.

In other words, he is temporarily safe for six hours, and once six hours have passed, and there are no more injections, he will die a humble death like that mouse.

Martin sadly discovers that he seems to be under control, that he now has no right to live, and that his life is only in the hands of others.

For this, Martin had to say everything, and if he didn't say it, he would be dead. The thought of the fluffy rat made him feel sick, but even more terrifying than the dead rat was the damn demonic smile.

Martin prayed that they would know it from their own mouths, and that they would not let him do anything else, especially those who betrayed his teammates, even if he had betrayed.

If time could be restarted, Martin would never come to the damn Foreign Legion, how bored he was to come back here to be abused, and now he has not joined the Legion before he meets terrorists, how lucky is this.

It would have been nice if it had been a nightmare, how nice it would have been to wake up or camp in the canyon, but life has no ifs, so Martin is still here.

"Dear Martin, take us to your teammates, I want to meet them."

When the damn guy spat that sentence out of his mouth and stared at him with a smile on his face, Martin knew it would be hard for him to refuse, and of course he knew what it meant to refuse.

Martin thinks he is powerful, but he is far more vulnerable than he thinks in the face of threats to his life.

Once you start, you can't stop anymore, it's like Pandora's box, when you release the demon in your heart, the heart becomes more and more difficult to recover, and from the first promise, you decide that there will be more compromises in the future.

Martin didn't say anything, he nodded slightly, and then suddenly remembered something.

"Can I wear camouflage?"

The damn guy glanced at him back and forth, as if he had heard something very strange, until it looked a little unnatural for Martin, and he seemed to understand it, and finally nodded.

The damn guy then left, but not far in the cave, holding a walkie-talkie and speaking an unknown language. But the leader had been in the cave, holding a strange scripture and muttering, like a madman.

Still tied up, Martin stared at the eccentric madman until footsteps came again in the cave.

Martin didn't move, he didn't have any idea of thinking it was a rescuer, not at all, he was desperate.

Then several people came over, also wearing turbans, covering their entire bodies, leaving only a pair of eyes sunken in.

Damn what he said, and then the rope was untied from Martin's body, and after a few dozen minutes, Martin was free, but something had changed.

Martin was freed, handcuffed again, then put in a turban, armed like their own.

Martin wondered if he was about to set off, and sure enough, it didn't take long for them to push Martin out of the cave.

Martin left the cave that changed his fate, and he never noticed, just a few meters in front of his chair, there was a pinhole camera, and if he had found all this, if he could have been convinced, his life would not have been like that.

Martin looked at those people who were fully armed, each of them was equipped with AK47s, and all of them were tied with bullet chains, all of them looked fierce and vicious, and their faces were extremely unkind.

Martin knew that some of his team members had suffered, and they couldn't do anything about this group of people, they were all rookies who had never touched a gun, how could they deal with these terrorists.

The cave was bright, but it was still late at night, there was still moonlight overhead, and the road under your feet was very uneven.

With apprehension in his heart, Martin was dragged along, he didn't know what his mood was now, but when he thought of what was about to happen, he felt a little unbearable in his heart, although he had betrayed, but he still couldn't bear it.

If he sees them, how he behaves with himself, the identity of the traitor will become his brand, they were members of the team an hour ago, but now everything has changed.

Before leaving, the damn guy was still human, and gave Martin something to eat, and Martin preferred to believe that he was still useful, rather than the damn guy had a kind heart.

A little stuff fills his stomach, Martin, who hasn't eaten for a day, feels a little better, but it's only a little better, the physical recovery is far from enough, just a little strength, and now he can walk.

Martin was covered in black cloth when he left, and was not opened until he came out and outside, and was not opened until he was far away, and they did their work in such a secret that they were not noticed at all times.

Martin was curious to know where the cave was, but the damn guy wouldn't give him a chance.

Martin counted the number of people, there were only seven people on the damn guy's side, and there were only eight people counting himself, and eight people were fully armed, so it stands to reason that against an unarmed person, as long as he is not captured alive, he still has a good chance of winning.

But if you want to be captured alive like him, it will take a lot of effort, and even with his help, the odds of winning are between five and five.

If he doesn't want to die, he must join this terrorist group, otherwise once he is rescued by the Foreign Legion, he will have a chance to survive unless the news of his betrayal does not spread.

Just then, suddenly the damn guy made a gesture and stopped moving forward.

…… (To be continued.) )