A huge scream suddenly came from the warehouse not far away, and the surrounding soldiers all looked over there, and I turned my head curiously, and said with a smile: "They must have played a new trick with the revolver!" ”

"Huh? What do you mean? I asked strangely.

"The captured prisoners of war are over there!" The veterinarian said casually as he sorted out the medicine box.

"Oh!" I nodded, I see, the devil went to answer me, the veterinarian was treating the wounds of the brothers, and the interrogation was left to the revolver, this guy is also a cruel master, and he loves to play, I don't know what kind of tweed is embroidered on the prisoners of war, making such a big move.

"I'd better go check it out, don't let him play to death!" The devil got up and walked towards the warehouse, that bastard of Clay killed our two brothers, this feud is settled, and we won't have the face to face the tombstone of the tank and the iron fist without killing him.

"Wait for me!" I stood up on the veterinarian's shoulders and shouted at the devil.

Seeing me stand up, the monkey, the wolf, and the striker all followed, and Pandora kept talking to the captain and didn't have time to pay attention to us.

Walking to the door of the warehouse, as soon as I pushed the door open, a bloody breath came to our faces, fortunately, we have long been accustomed to this smell, if we were ordinary people, we would immediately have to vomit there.

With a wave of his hand, he fanned his nose in front of his nose and walked into the dimly lit warehouse.

"Grass, what are you doing? Make such a big move! The monkey twitched the corners of his mouth and asked.

"Tooth extraction, this guy has too many cavities, clean it up for him!" The revolver turned to see a few of us, grinned, and waved the vice in his hand, which still had a bloody tooth between it.

"Did you speak?" I limped over and asked.

"Not yet, these bitches have very hard mouths, and they didn't say a word!" There was no result of the interrogation, and he should have been depressed, but Revolver was excited, and if a tooth could be extracted to make people confess, the fun of interrogation would be lost.

"It's your means that can't work, leave it to me!" The devil stepped aside and took out his special toolbox, which contained small knives, small scissors, and small hammers, which made people panic when they looked at it.

"There are three more over there, you go play something else, this is my game!" The revolver pushed the devil and then reached into the toolbox to pick up a hammer.

"You two are so boring!" The striker rolled his eyes and sat on the oil drum next to him.

"Don't waste time here, Captain, they're still fighting ahead!" I said coldly, walked over and grabbed the missing toothless prisoner of war, pulled down the other three, raised my hand and shot him in the crotch.

"Ah......" the guy raised his head and screamed, and the blood immediately stained his pants red.

"Alas!" Revolver wanted to step forward to stop me, but when he saw my cold expression, he had to pat his head and sigh, "I don't have to play anymore." ”

I raised my gun and slowly pointed it at the second person, who was tied all over his body, but looked at me with a fierce face, there was no fear in his eyes, only hatred, the kind of look that wanted to bite me to death, I have seen it many times, this kind of person's ordinary punishment is useless, and we don't have time to spend it with him.

"Bang!" I coldly pulled the trigger, and the bullet pierced through the skull, shooting out of the back of the head, and a stream of blood gushed out.

"! Are you the crazy, why did you shoot him? The revolver changed his face and pounced on me to grab my gun, but was grabbed by the barge that was crouching next to him smoking a cigar, shook his head at him, and dragged it back.

I ignored the revolver, and slowly pointed the gun at the third person, he also stared at me, his eyes were wide open, but I didn't feel the anger, killing intent, this is different from the person just now, he deliberately opened his eyes wide to hide the fear in his heart.

"Shoot, you bastard!" The guy suddenly gritted his teeth and scolded me.

I moved the corners of my mouth to show a sneer, and the devil next to me walked over without saying a word, grabbing the guy by the collar and pulling it aside.

"What are you doing, let go of me, son of a bitch, bastard, give Lao Tzu a bullet if you have a kind!" He roared and struggled frantically.

The devil is a seasoned interrogator, and understands that I killed people to test the psychology of these prisoners of war, and the revolver didn't understand it at first, but now he understands, the louder the guy screams, the more fierce he scolds, the more scared he is, he wants to provoke me in this way, and then give him a good time, because he is afraid of torture, and such a person can last five minutes in the hands of the devil.

I didn't pay attention to what the devil did with that guy and moved the muzzle of the gun to the last person, but I was slightly stunned when I saw the military uniform on his body, this is not the camouflage of the Hand of God, and if you look closely, even the armband and soldier card you wear are different.

"You are not a man of the Hand of God?" I slowly crouched down in front of him, put the muzzle of my gun to his chin, and asked coldly.

"No, I'm not!" He replied happily, looking at me with fear on his face, trembling with fright, and he didn't need to ask, he recruited himself.

I took a closer look at the guy, the uniform looked familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere, and I couldn't remember it for a while, but one thing was for sure, I had seen someone wearing the same uniform as him, and it was recently.

"Tell me your name, nationality, troops, and commander!" I pointed my gun at his head and asked word for word.

"I said, I said......" He gasped, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, swallowed saliva, and was about to speak when he was suddenly interrupted by a scream, he was frightened, and secretly glanced at the location where the scream came from, it was the devil who did it, and he didn't know what he did on that guy, he screamed so miserably, he felt panicked in his ears when he heard it.

I squinted my eyes, pressed the muzzle of my gun against his chin, and said cruelly, "Do you need me to ask again!" ”

"No, no, no, I say......" He took a deep breath, glanced at the barge of the cigar not far away, and begged, "Can I take a puff of cigar?" ”

"Do you say it or not?" I angrily raised my gun and smashed the butt of my gun on his head, and blood flowed out.

"Ahh From the bear-like appearance he was lying on the ground, it was clear that it was not the Hand of God, and the other guys in the same uniform, including the sniper who almost killed me, were fierce characters, only this guy was a soft egg.

At this time, the barge came over, took the cigar in his mouth, squatted down and stuffed it into his mouth, and then patted his face and said, "Say it! ”

He hurriedly grabbed it, took a deep breath, then nodded, and said, "My name is Balka, Syrian, a member of the Blood Bailey mercenaries, the captain is called Ethan, and the code name is Vulture!" ”

(End of chapter)