The smoke of the town of Barrow slowly cleared, and the calm of the past once again enveloped the quiet town. The wreckage on the streets was quickly cleaned up, and all the blood and corpses were disposed of. If it weren't for the shocking bullet marks that can be seen everywhere, I don't believe that a war has just taken place here.

The wind was howling softly, and the residents of Barrow Town were back on the streets. It was not yet dark, and they continued to repeat each day. Everything lost in this war will be paid by the Chinese government, so the locals, regardless of all walks of life, are as if they are all right, and the peace is a little scary.

In a makeshift camp outside the town, thousands of captives are being subjected to final interrogations by the local garrison. The sick and wounded were taken to the medical base, and the uninjured were examined and honored to become one of the town's future workers. Their work will begin the next day.

In a separate open space within the base, next to a military tent that is not too large. More than a dozen special forces with bright eyes and bright eyes guarded here, no one was allowed to get within three meters without an order, and this place seemed to have become the only forbidden area in this base.

There was no facility in the tent, after all, it was set up in a hurry. It can be described as simple to the extreme, as simple as only one chair, and at this time there is a person sitting on the chair, smoking a cigarette leisurely with his legs crossed.

Nighthawk was relaxed and had won a battle, and it was a victory after so much planning. Whether it is mentally or physically, he has this qualification to relax.

In front of him, there were ten people kneeling in a row. Originally, there was a light of hatred in everyone's eyes, but under the "care" of the special forces, these people only had the desire to die in their eyes, and there was no longer a threat. Except for one person, her eyes were still as fierce as a beast at all times.

Nighthawk puffed out a puff of smoke and looked through the smoke at the woman kneeling not far from her. Her hair floats on her shoulders, and her face has a unique beauty of Middle Easterners, with clear contours, and she is obviously a rare beauty.

Unfortunately, this person is the number two in the revenge team that has been made a major general by all the terrorists. Her life is unclear, so everyone can only call her for the time being.

The Major General had been staring at Nighthawk with an almost devouring look, and how many times she wanted to roar and rush at Nighthawk, she would be pressed to the ground by the tank standing behind her.

Nighthawk wasn't in a hurry, he was going to watch as the terrorist's core figure slowly lost his sharpness and became depressed. The biggest fear of people is to be left out, and science has shown that if a person is thrown into absolute darkness, without sound and light, the vast majority of people will not be able to stand it and go crazy after a day.

There was light and sound, but something more terrible than darkness surrounded the heart of this female terrorist. That fear is called death.

Ignoring you, ignoring you, and letting death torture a person's body and mind to the fullest, this is the most terrible thing. You never know when the gunshots will go off, and that's where the most torturous thing is.

After a long silence, the female terrorist, known as the Major General, was indeed quiet. There was an irrepressible fear in her eyes, a frenzied desire to let the final shot go off.

"What's your name!" Psychological warfare worked, and at about ten minutes after dark, Nighthawk finally asked the first word.

The long silence was finally broken, and the Rear Admiral's whole body trembled at the sound of Nighthawk's voice. She looked up sharply, and there was a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

"I thought you were dumb, then these damn people are dumb." The major general said with a sneer.

"The answer is incorrect." Nighthawk spoke coldly, and immediately a gunshot rang out suddenly. The Major General's whole body was shaken, including the rest of the terrorists here, all of them were shocked at this moment.

The thick smell of blood filled the air, and one of the special forces put away his pistol. At his feet, a revenge squad terrorist collapsed in a pool of blood, not dead, but with an extra bullet hole in his body, and blood slowly pouring out of his body.

"Remember, you're only responsible for answering questions, and you're not qualified to talk to me about anything else. My men all told me not to waste time with you terrorists, in fact, I don't want to waste it either. Looking at your companions? After five minutes, he will drain all the blood on his body and die slowly, if he doesn't want to kill like a dog, you can answer whatever I ask. ”

Nighthawk's words were full of majesty, cold and unquestionable. Hatred flashed in the eyes of the major general again, but this time, there was a trace of fear in the hatred.

"What's your name?" The same question Nighthawk asked again.

The major general pursed her lips, but she still sighed secretly when she looked at her companion who was lying in a pool of blood, and at the panicked faces of her companions around her.

"My name is Beauva." The major general seemed to have received the greatest humiliation in his life, and tears actually slipped from his eyes.

"Good, that's a good start." Nighthawk smiled, he had already learned from the mouths of other terrorists. The members of the Revenge Squad were all adopted as children and eventually stayed after countless training and elimination.

Although they are ruthless to their enemies, there is a kind of friendship between their companions. After all, they grew up together in pools of blood and war, and there is a feeling that outsiders will never exhaust no matter what.

Nighthawk fully grasped the feelings between these terrorists, and wanted to use this only psychological gap to ask where the secret base behind them was.

He waved his hand, and immediately a military doctor stepped forward to stop the bleeding of the terrorist, who was lying in a pool of blood. And soon started the simplest treatment, was penetrated by a bullet at close range, and after stitching up the wound, he was directly transfused.

Watching the medic's actions, Nighthawk turned his head, looked at Beauva and said, "I can remove the blood transfusion tube at any time, but I won't let your companion die so happily." Next time, instead of using guns, my soldiers will use knives to slowly cut the blood veins all over your body, leaving your companions to die in agony. The last one will be your turn. ”

Nighthawk's words are cold, much like a cruel warlord. But this effect is very useful for terrorists like Beauvoir, who have an extreme doctrine in which there is no difference between stoning and slashing people slowly with a knife, just so that the other side can suffer as much as possible.

So Beauva didn't hesitate for half a minute after hearing Nighthawk's words, but nodded slightly: "Ask, what do you want to know?" I just want my companions to survive, and I have nothing else to ask for. ”

Nighthawk smiled, that's what he wanted. Glancing up and down at Beauva's charming figure, which could not be covered even by a wide military uniform, Nighthawk felt a little sorry for this beauty.

"Where is the main force of the Revenge Clan?" Nighthawk asked directly.

Beauva sneered: "Do you want us to betray our companions? If you're going to ask this, then kill us. I'm sure everyone here will die with pride for this! ”

Nighthawk already knew that this was the result, and he didn't get angry at the moment, but just smiled and said, "Actually, if you don't say it, we also know that in the vast desert, Babu set up a lot of temporary bases back then. There was a lot of supplies and food in it, so that it could be a constant supply of logistics when war came one day. ”

"But a long time has passed, and most of those bases have been buried in the sand, and almost half of them will never see the light of day. You only occupy a very small number of bases, which is why you keep coming out and looting all the villages. Nominally, you want to give a deterrent to the surrounding countries and prove that you still exist. In fact, it is because the bases you occupy are simply not able to meet the supply of your army that is suddenly inflated, so they are looting. ”

Nighthawk said word by word, the major general was calm at first, but the more he got later, the more shocked his face became. Nighthawk was secretly amused, this was the information he had learned from the other captives.

The people of the Revenge Sentai are very powerful, and they are first-class special forces. But their life experience is too low, they will always live in the desert, they will only be accompanied by guns and war, where will they have the opportunity to deal with people.

Nighthawk was only a little confused, and sure enough, the Beauva's face changed dramatically, thinking that Nighthawk already knew all of their plans.

"How do you know?" Beauva was nervous.

Nighthawk smiled coldly: "Do you think that if you don't say it, other people won't say it?" I'm just giving you a chance, a chance to keep you and your companions alive. But if you don't take this opportunity, well, my men will soon reach your so-called base and kill all your companions without leaving a single survivor. Don't blame me, if you want to blame, blame yourself for not cooperating. ”

Nighthawk jerked to his feet, and was about to walk out. Beauvoir felt as if she had died once, and her whole body was dripping with cold sweat, and she yelled: "Stop! ”

Nighthawk's feet stopped under the tent, but a smile came to his lips. The plan succeeded, and this beautiful but scheming woman was deceived by his success.

"What else?" Nighthawk didn't look back.

"I sue you for a qiē, but hopefully............ I hope you can let some of my companions survive. They, they're all my family. After saying that, Bova seemed to have lost a qiē strength and collapsed to the ground, tears flowing uncontrollably.

Half an hour later, Nighthawk excitedly walked out of the tent, holding a sketched military map with several dots marked on it, all of which were the exact locations of the desert bases occupied by the terrorists.

Without any delay, Nighthawk quickly gathered all his troops. The war against the last remnants of the Báb, the secret bases that had been stored in the desert, began.