The operation lasted for three hours, and the military people obviously did not notice it, and did not send anyone to inquire, and when the doctor pushed the terrorists out of the operating room, I went over to take over, and the goddess was already ready to park the car at the entrance of the hospital, and I carried the guy on my back and got into the car directly.

"Where are you going?" Before leaving, Slott asked a few more words.

"You don't have to worry about this, just remember that when the military looked for you, they pushed it directly on me, and I need to remind you that Odin's constant assassination may have something to do with the internal curia, and the cardinal archbishop you mentioned last time needs to be guarded."

I wanted to say this early in the morning, but I never had the chance, wherever Odin went, the killer followed, it was obvious that someone was tipping off, but this was an internal matter of the Holy See, I didn't want to participate and I didn't want the goddess to participate, the only thing I could do was to remind them at the right time.

"I understand, I'll find proof." Slote also had difficulties, the cardinal archbishop was prominent, and it was not for him, the deputy head of the Templar Order, to be overthrown, even if the investigation had to be carried out secretly, and for the sake of the stability of the Holy See, Odin would not allow him to do so.

"Be careful, we'll see each other again in a short time." I smiled and waved at Slot, then started the car and slowly drove onto the road.

"I hope you're still alive by then!" Slote waved after the car.

The goddess and I took the guy around the city center twice, and after making sure there was no tail behind him, we drove all the way out of the city and out of Colombo.

"Where are we going now?" The goddess sat in the co-pilot and asked.

"I don't know, find a place where no one is, and solve the guy behind first." I looked back, and the thing was still asleep, and the anesthetic hadn't gone over.

"Is there anything special about him?" The goddess wanted to ask when she was in the hospital, but she didn't say it because Slote and Josh were there, and she could see that I cared about this guy, and if it was just an ordinary terrorist, I would never kill three government soldiers to take him away.

"Look at his wrist!" I snorted.

The goddess turned around in confusion, pulled his hand over, rolled up her sleeves, and the clear X tattoo was revealed.

"Organization X?" The goddess looked up sharply and looked at me in surprise.

"Now you know what I brought him out for!" I sneered.

"It's useless, he probably doesn't know anything." The goddess shook her head.

"Maybe you know, it's hard to catch a job, I don't want to waste it." I understand what the goddess means, even if we can pry his mouth open, the information provided may not be useful, and when the mission fails, the other forces of the X organization will inevitably evacuate, so even if we get the information, when we look for it, we are afraid that the building will already be empty.

I'm betting, betting that Organization X doesn't know there's another one that they think they've managed to kill Odin, maybe they're celebrating at this time.

The car was driven by me to the barren mountains and mountains in the suburbs, I don't know where it was, anyway, it was deserted, the guy never woke up, I pulled him out of the car and tied him to the bumper in front.

No one will hear the torture here, even if it is called throat slitting, these terrorists are all die-hards, not afraid of death, but I don't believe in this evil, as long as it is a person, there will be a time to collapse, I have time to play with him, I want him to know what it means to live and not to die.

I leaned against the car door and waited patiently for him to wake up, and the goddess took two cans of beer from the trunk, threw me one, then jumped on the roof of the car and sat on it and said, "Are you sure to pry his mouth open?" ”

If you want to torture to extract confessions, I may be the most merciful one of Caesar, no way, I have a different background, and I can't be as cruel as a devil veterinarian.

"Give it a try, I've learned a new trick from the devil, maybe I can." I tilted my head and took a sip of my beer, thinking to myself, if only the vet were here.

It wasn't until eight o'clock in the evening that the guy woke up from his coma, and I lit a bonfire in front of the car with a leg of mutton, which the goddess had bought in the city before she came out.

"Wake up, are you hungry? Would you like to have a bite to eat? I glanced at him and chuckled.

"Who are you? What is this place? He froze for a few seconds, then looked at me warily.

"I'm here to save you, and the leader sent me to pick you up!" I took advantage of his sober mind to get some information.

"Hmph, don't pretend, the leader isn't here at all." He snorted coldly, then looked at me closely, and suddenly exclaimed, "I recognize you, you are an assassin!" ”

"Yo, do you know me? I didn't expect me to be so famous. "I wanted to pretend to it, but I can't do it this time.

"You have killed so many of our brothers, and your picture has been engraved in our minds." The guy yelled viciously and struggled a few times, but he snorted in pain from the wound and didn't dare to move.

"Well, since you've recognized you, I'll be blunt, I want to know where your lair is, and where Cabal is, as long as you say it, I can give you a good time." I cut off a piece of mutton and put it in my mouth, and said unhurriedly.

"I don't know anything, don't waste your efforts." As soon as the guy finished speaking, he closed his mouth, and the goddess on the side went up and kicked him in the chin, then reached out and pinched his cheek, picked up his fist, and threw seven or eight punches in a row, until his face was covered with blood, and he didn't let go of his hand.

"Hehe, if you want to commit suicide, it's not that easy, if I don't let you die, you won't die." I got up and crouched down next to him, who had just tried to bite his tongue and killed himself, only to be knocked out by the goddess with a full mouth of teeth.

"Woooooooooo......oo You...... Whatever you want, take out any means, the true god Allah will bless me. He was full of leaky air, and his speech was slurred, and he said a lot, and I only heard these two sentences.

"I hope you can keep it up, I like tough guys the most." I smiled faintly, pulled my red-hot saber out of the fire, threw it on his bound legs, and continued to eat mutton.

The flesh on his leg touched the red-hot blade, and suddenly made a sizzling sound, and the air was soon filled with a burning smell, he desperately wanted to shake it off, but his hands and feet were tied, and the blade was already stuck to the flesh, and he couldn't shake it off at all.

After a while, the blade of the knife gradually cooled, and I glanced at it nonchalantly, then grabbed the handle of the knife and tore it off the flesh, tearing off a piece of cooked human skin.

"It's cold so soon!" I said to myself, then I kept the saber burning in the fire, ignoring the trembling fellow in pain, picked up the beer and clinked the glass with the goddess, and then threw my head up and drank it all.

The goddess and I ate and chatted while the torture was moving, of course, these were just appetizers, and the real punishment had not yet begun, and I had to eat enough to show my strength.