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The interrogation has been going on all day, and there is nothing to gain other than knowing that the guy is a professional killer.

This result did not surprise Wang Dong.

Professional killers are hard-core, and many come from special forces or intelligence agencies.

It is certainly not easy to pry open the mouth of a professional killer.

People who have been trained in counter-torture can endure pain that ordinary people cannot imagine.

It's just that anyone has limits.

After the limit is breached, even the strongest people will confess in search of liberation.

The key is the method of torture, which is not only to completely collapse the will to resist of the torture subject, but also not to let him die, at least to live before confessing.

With the right means, coupled with enough time, you can make a professional killer confess honestly.

For Wang Dong, the means are not the problem, what is lacking is time.

Hearing the sound of the engine outside, Wang Dong stopped the torture and let Zhao Yu stare at the professional killer.

It was Luo Qing who came by car.

Because he expected that the professional killer would not open his mouth to confess, after coming here, Luo Qing left with the fingerprints and photos of the professional killer.

"How?"

Luo Qing nodded, and when he walked over, he handed a stack of photocopied materials to Wang Dong.

"Are you looking for a bureau?"

"No, I'm looking for an informant who lives in Paris, and you know him."

Wang Dong was slightly stunned, he didn't know that there was an informant he knew in Paris, but he didn't ask much, after all, he had forgotten many things in the past.

"I'll interrogate him, you go and rest for a while, and you'll have to hurry later."

Wang Dong nodded and agreed, but did not go to rest.

When Luo Qing went to interrogate the professional killer, he went to the next room.

"Tom Lewis, born in Midland, Texas in 1983, suffered from mania as a child, joined the Marine Corps at the age of eighteen, and three years later was selected for the Navy SEALs to serve in Squad Six. He disappeared in Afghanistan in 2009 and was convicted dead seven years later. ”

"Who are you, who are you?"

That guy actually spoke!

"It doesn't matter who I am, the point is, is this person you? Of course, I'm sure it's not you, because you're not that powerful. At least as far as I know, the SEAL Six are all tough guys, and none of them have a soft egg, and they will never surrender to the enemy because their families are threatened. I also hope this guy named Tom isn't you, because I won't recall a familiar face when I go to Midland City to find his family. ”

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!"

Loud yelling, apparently to no avail.

"Haha...... Do you think that's enough to get me to speak? That's right, I'm Tom, I'm Tom Lewis, but you're not going to the United States, and you're not going to hurt my family, because you're an intelligence agent, you're not a cold-blooded killer, you're not going to poison civilians, you're ......"

"Ice-blooded phoenix."

"What?"

"You're a professional killer, so you know what that title means."

"You...... You are ......"

"Sarah Lewis, Jack Lewis, Phil Lewis, Stephen Lewis, Amy Lewis, ......"

"Shut up, shut up!"

"And little Tom, your son."

"No, don't...... Kill me, kill me now! ”

"I'll kill you, but only after you confess."

"Haha...... Do you think that if I tell what I know, I will save them? They will still die, and they will die tragically! ”

"Maybe, but Tom won't."

The professional killer kept his mouth shut and didn't answer.

"He was born after you disappeared, and you have a lot of self-control, and you have never seen their mother and son, at least not with them."

"What do you want, what do you want!?"

"Why?"

The professional killer apparently didn't react.

"It's not Peter Chan that you're dealing with, it's him. You had enough opportunities to kill him before we returned, why didn't you do it? ”

"Kill him? Why should I kill him? You think I'm here to kill him? ”

"Why is that?"

Hearing this, Luo Qing turned his head and looked at Wang Dong who was standing at the door.

"My mission is not to kill him, but to bring him back to the United States."

Tom's mental defenses have collapsed, or rather confessed, so he won't hide anything in order to save his family.

According to what he said, if it weren't for Peter Chen's incompetence, there would be no need for him to deal with Zhao Yu at all.

Getting rid of Peter Chan is an impromptu mission with the aim of extinguishing the mouth.

As for his upline, that is, who sent him, he didn't know, because he was just a professional killer, and it was the killer organization who assigned him this task.

After completing the mission, he can get fifteen million dollars.

"I haven't met the employer, and I haven't met anyone from the Killer Organization. It's just that the employer must be an American and has a close relationship with the killer organization. ”

"The employer wants him alive?"

Tom nodded, indicating that was what he meant.

"When I return to the U.S., where do I meet with my employer?"

"Las Vegas."

Wang Dong frowned and thought about it seriously.

Although Tom has confessed and answers all questions, Wang Dong is not sure whether he is telling the truth or not.

"If Peter Chan hadn't messed things up, he would have been in Las Vegas a few days ago."

Hearing this, Wang Dong looked at Zhao Yu, who was standing by the wall.

Zhao Yu sighed before nodding.

"Promise me not to hurt my family."

"If you're telling the truth, I won't hurt your family."

Tom glanced at Luo Qing, who was standing behind Wang Dong, and said, "There is a luggage locker at Houston International Airport, the number is my birthday, and the unlocking code is Little Tom's birthday." It holds all my savings, and if you have the chance, give them to little Tom for me. ”

Wang Dong nodded and agreed to Tom's request.

At this time, Luo Qing walked over with a pistol that had been equipped with a muffler.

"Any other wishes?"

"I knew you weren't cold-blooded killers." Tom looked up and pressed his forehead against the muzzle of the gun. "It is also a relief to die at your hands."

Before Luo Qing could pull the trigger, Wang Dong snatched the pistol.

Execution is not the same thing as killing someone in combat, and even trained agents may not be able to withstand the psychological trauma of executing an enemy.

"I'll do it." Zhao Yu walked over.

"Are you okay?"

"He's coming at me." Zhao Yu smiled reluctantly and took the pistol. "Besides, there will always be a first time, and I can't hide behind you all the time."

Luo Qing pursed his mouth, turned around and walked out.

Wang Dong sighed and patted Zhao Yu twice on the shoulder before turning to leave.

After a while, there was gunfire and bright flashes in the room.

After a while, Zhao Yu staggered out of the room.

Forced to get outside, he propped up the wall and vomited all the contents of his stomach.