"Huh!"

There was a chilling laugh in the darkness, and Habas felt only that his wrist had been cut by a sharp blade, and then he heard the sound of "tick-tock".

"What did you do to me?"

"Guess?" The figure in the darkness finally appeared in front of him, it was a tall guy, he slowly walked to the door, the light outside shone on his body, his face could not be seen, "Take your time and enjoy the pleasure of death." ”

"Bang!"

"Bang dang!"

The iron door was shut, and then the window was shut, and the room was completely dark, and there was no light in sight.

"Who are you?"

"What did you do to me?"

"You're not going to kill me! No, it won't! ”

"I'm Habas, I'm Habas, you can't kill me! You will face our revenge! ”

……

The sound of "tick-tock" still sounded in the empty room, and Habas felt his life go by.

He was getting scared more and more!

Is he afraid of death?

He didn't know.

For the sake of jihad, for the sake of organization, for the sake of freedom...... it's all!

He only wanted to live, even if it was to die, and he didn't want to die in this dark corner.

For the first time, he had something called fear, and his heart-rending cry was nothing but an empty echo and a "tick-tock" sound.

He felt his wrist ache more and more, and his life force kept running.

In the darkness, he found that what was in front of him was getting more and more foggy, and it seemed that his mouth had become dry.

He had a foreboding feeling as if the one who had left had severed his arteries!

Cutting the veins and bleeding is a painful way to die.

"Let me out!"

"Let me out!"

He was still howling, but all he got was cold darkness.

He was really scared.

"What the hell are you going to do?"

"Kill me!"

"I beg you to kill me!"

"What do you want to know, can't I tell you all? Kill me and give me a good time, okay? ”

He was already pleading with the people outside, but he still didn't get any answer.

He became desperate, and it seemed that the only way to wait for death was to choose.

In the corridor outside, Sharif looked at Zhang Yan incredulously, "How did you do it?" ”

"It's very simple, because people are afraid of death!"

"No, no, no, I have a lot of terrorists who have fought wars, and they are really not afraid of death, just like dead soldiers, they will detonate bombs."

"Sharif, that's because the detonating bomb doesn't hurt when it hurts, and this method will slowly watch him die."

"Actually, death is not terrible, what is terrible is the pain of watching yourself die and not being able to do anything."

Zhang Yan still had a smile on his lips, but Sharif felt that he was facing a hungry wolf, full of danger.

"Zhang, we can't let him die yet."

"Don't worry, my brother, I won't let him die."

"There's no movement in the house now, shall we go in now?"

Zhang Yan didn't rush to answer, but turned to Sun Bing and asked, "How long have I been out?" ”

"Ten minutes!"

"It seems that the spirit of the revolution in Kazakhstan has changed, and it is only ten minutes before it can be carried out."

"Shall we ask him now?"

"Don't rush, wait two more minutes, let him completely despair."

In the dark room, Harbas opened his eyes and saw darkness, closed his eyes and it was still dark, and the sound of "ticking and ticking" in the room slowed down, as if it was about to stop.

He felt like he was about to die, his eyelids were constantly fighting, and it seemed that someone was saying to him: Hurry up and sleep, hurry up and sleep.

He tried to struggle out of the darkness, but there was a cold pain in his wrist.

For the first time, he felt that the blood was cold!

With a bang, the door to the room was opened again, and the tall figure stood in the doorway, appearing in front of him like a savior.

"Please, give me a good time."

"Okay, tell me the whereabouts of the kamikaze."

"They're ...... in Kashmir."

"You lied to me, you were arrested in Peshawar, how could they be in Kashmir?"

"They were really there, they were personally received by our great leader."

"How do I contact them?"

"Find Cindy......."

Zhang Yan turned around and was about to leave the room, when Hamas yelled with a crying voice: "Give me a good time!" ”

"Don't worry, someone will give you a good one!"

The bearded man walked into the room and interrogated Habas a second time, as for what he asked, Zhang Yan was not interested in knowing at all.

"Madman, find Cindy!"

"Approximate direction?"

"I'm the broker, the one who smuggles arms or has a name with the Yankees, I think you should be able to find it."

"I'll give it a try."

Liang Feng turned around and walked outside, his computer still in the car.

"Goal accomplished?"

"Sort of, it's not clear about the specific situation, and you may need a brigade of support."

Sun Bingyu's brows were twisted into pimples, and until now he didn't know what Zhang Yan was looking for or what he was going to do next.

Such a situation is obviously qualified for a captain.

"Let's go, or Hasbas will definitely fight with you when he comes out."

"When he gets out of prison, I can hang him up openly and take revenge."

The corners of Zhang Yan's mouth were still smiling, but his clenched fists had betrayed his heart.

The enemy he has been looking for for five years is in Kashmir!

I don't know what those devils are here for, but as long as we kill them all, we can't go wrong.

Zhang Yan and the others went directly back to the dormitory, and the madmen were "crackling" on the computer all the way, humming some incomprehensible lyrics from time to time.

He was in an inexplicable state of excitement, and Zhang Yan knew that it was him fighting and didn't bother him.

In the dark room, the bearded man looked at Habas in front of him hesitantly, wondering if he wanted to find out what Zhang Yan asked.

He has already obtained what the chiefs want to know, and it can be said that it is not a matter of letting Habas out now.

After a long time, he finally asked, "What did the man ask before?" ”

"Kamikaze...... it's a kamikaze, damn it, kill me! Give me a good time! ”

Sharif frowned, and when he wanted to ask again, he didn't know how to speak.

Habas was bent on death, and the sound of "ticking" in the room had long since stopped.

"You won't die, like you said, it's better to kill you than to use your value."

Before Habas could react, the bearded man turned on the light in the room.

It was still the familiar interrogation room, with Habas sitting in a chair, his limbs firmly fastened, a basin of water behind him, and an empty water bag hanging above his head, in which there was no water.