With a gloomy face, Tang Guoming sat on a DIY version of Taishi chair with Chinese characteristics, staring at several captives who were tied to the chair with their hands tied behind their backs.

Almost identical to Gu Weisu's judgment, the four targets who had been sitting in the room smoking and drinking were all officers with the rank of lieutenant or second lieutenant. Perhaps it was a rare day to see good food and wine, and the officers all poured themselves with looted Chinese spirits. Even if they hadn't taken a single capture-type shock grenade, the officers were not so conscious. Even after being tied to the chairs, these officers didn't have too much fear in their eyes, but had a feeling of drunkardy that was unique to them?

Looking back at Pan Guan, who hurriedly walked into the room, Tang Guoming asked in a low voice, "How is the situation in the basement?" ”

Shaking his head at Tang Guoming, Pan Guan replied in a bitter voice: "There is no one in the basement, only some stored daily necessities!" ”

Nodding slightly, Tang Guoming said to Pan Guan again: "Let Halbara move quickly, we need to synchronize the confession!" ”

Pan Guan: "Regardless of the means? ”

There was obviously a bit more coldness in his voice, and Tang Guoming said in a deep voice: "Compared to the lives of nineteen Chinese, some things can be ignored!" ”

Seeing Pan Guan lead the order, Tang Guoming glanced at the mixed looks on the faces of the four captives in front of him, took a big stride, and suddenly squatted in front of the nearest second lieutenant, and quickly took out a steel thorn with a dark light from the hidden pocket between his trousers with his right hand, and forcefully pressed the steel thorn in his hand against the second lieutenant's throat: "Identity?" ”

Obviously still immersed in the coma caused by alcohol, the second lieutenant who was pressed to his throat by Tang Guoming with a steel thorn stared at Tang Guoming with round eyes, as if he was carefully observing the camouflage oil paint pattern painted on Tang Guoming's face, and all that came out of his mouth was an unconscious smirk.

With a slight force on his wrist, the steel thorn in Tang Guoming's hand immediately easily pierced the throat of the second lieutenant in front of him, straight to the cervical vertebrae!

Without looking at it, his eyes suddenly rolled white, and the whole person fell to the ground with the chair suddenly, like a fish dying and struggling after coming out of the water, constantly repeating the movements of bending and straightening his body, but there was a second lieutenant who couldn't make any sound, Tang Guoming stood up and took a step across, and squatted in front of another second lieutenant again: "Where does the identity belong?" ”

Seeing that his companion wanted to scream loudly, but the blood spurting out of his throat was only a trace of the strange and extremely rustling of bellows, the other second lieutenant who was pressed to his throat with a steel thorn by Tang Guoming widened his eyes in horror, and he opened his voice and shouted out a series of tribal languages that Tang Guoming couldn't understand at all.

With a cold snort, Tang Guoming did not hesitate to repeat the action of stabbing the steel thorn into the throat of the target with the force of his wrist, and quickly caused the second second lieutenant and his companion to fall to the ground in the same way, writhing their bodies in pain and struggling, but none of them made any sound.

Blink of an eye at an officer in a lieutenant's uniform who was tied to his side, Tang Guoming didn't seem to see that there were two other struggling bodies writhing on his side, and squatted in front of the lieutenant with bloodshot eyes and fierce expressions on his face as accurately as a machine: "Where does your identity belong?" ”

Perhaps it was really because of the tragic situation of alcohol and his companions that stimulated the fierceness in his heart, the lieutenant looked at Tang Guoming with wide eyes angrily, and two English words came out of his mouth: "FUCK YOU!" ”

Nodding slightly, Tang Guoming stabbed the lieutenant in the throat with a steel thorn without hesitation: "I like a tough guy like you!" ”

Seeing that the three companions were only slightly hesitant or disrespectful, they were mercilessly stabbed into the throat by Tang Guoming with a steel stab, and the only remaining lieutenant was suddenly frightened and completely sobered. Without waiting for Tang Guoming, who was squatting in front of him, to speak, the only remaining lieutenant had already opened his voice and shouted at Tang Guoming, who had put the steel thorn against his throat: "Kirk! My name is Kirk! Affiliated with the United Arab Emirates Guard Brigade of Bissau! Please...... I'll say everything..... Please......"

After a little bit of strength, Tang Guoming stared at the frightened lieutenant's frightened eyes tightly: "Within three seconds of my question, if you can't give me a satisfactory answer, you will immediately go and be with your three accomplices!" Got it? ”

Nodding slightly in a panic, the lieutenant's tone was full of pleading: "I will tell you everything I know - explain it with all my might!" Please don't slit my throat! ”

Nodding slightly, Tang Guoming quickly asked, "Just a few hours ago, there were more than a dozen Chinese living here. And now they are nowhere to be found - did you cut their throats? ”

His head shook like a rattle, and the lieutenant shouted with all his strength: "No! I've never done anything like it! In fact, I didn't see them at all, they weren't here before my platoon entered! ”

As if because he heard the correct answer, Tang Guoming's tone was much kinder, but his eyes were fixed on any trace of microexpression on the lieutenant's face: "Just because you didn't kill people with your own hands doesn't mean that your comrades didn't kill people." Please explain, who killed them? If you are clear, I can consider just tying you up and throwing you into the basement, and then let you obey God's will and let him decide whether or not to send someone else to rescue you and prevent you from dying of thirst and starvation. Maybe you're lucky, and soon the rest of your comrades want to find some stolen goods, and then they find you? ”

Listening to Tang Guoming's tone, it became relatively kind, but the frightened look on the lieutenant's face did not diminish in the slightest: "No! Mr! I mean, before my platoon entered, they left! I haven't seen them! ”

Shaking his head noncommittally, Tang Guoming continued: "I don't think you have a good habit of burying the corpse after killing someone, at least I didn't see their corpses, so I can believe your words." So...... Why are you attacking this farm? Answer now! ”

There was no room for thought, and the lieutenant blurted out, "We just want to rob - only in these farms are there good things worth our hands on within a few hundred kilometers of this neighborhood!" Wine, meat, clothes...... Our tribe lacks these things, which is why we ......"

Squinting his eyes, Tang Guoming was like a tiger looking at the prey that was about to be torn apart by his claws: "Since you have such a strong desire for demand, why aren't you the first people to patronize this farm?" ”

Swallowing his saliva with difficulty, the lieutenant was sweating like rain all over his body, exuding a disgusting sour smell: "We are waiting for the order of the clan elder!" There are four tribes in this large land, Carrela, Taden, Bicester and Orephine. Every decision on the division of the hunting area must be made by the clan elders in deliberation. Otherwise, it will cause inter-tribal wars...... Very brutal war! ”

Looking over the lieutenant's shoulder, Tang Guoming looked at the messy room, his eyes full of murder: "So...... These farms, and the Chinese on the farms, are just your prey? Am I right? Who was the first to attack the farm? ”

Obviously feeling the killing intent emanating from Tang Guoming's body, the lieutenant's pupils almost shrank to the size of a needlepoint: "We didn't do it!" We are members of the Carilla tribe, and the first to attack must have been the Bicester tribe...... They're the first to strike! ”