Six days later, the Death Angel Area A Headquarters Torture Chamber. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Caesar knelt naked on the damp concrete floor, his hands hanging from two thick chains, the roots of which were firmly fastened to his collarbone.

At this time, Caesar had long lost his previous pride, and in his dull eyes was the deepest despair.

Behind the huge single-lens reflex mirror glass on the wall of the torture chamber, Fagan was leisurely resting his legs on the table, and next to him stood a calm-looking Fan.

"You're good." Fagan lit a cigarette for himself.

"It's that he's too light," Van replied.

Fagan glanced at Van with interest, as if slightly surprised by his modesty.

"You've seen Yang Feng." Fagan spat out a smoke ring and said nonchalantly.

Van shrank his heart and breathed a little, but he quickly forced himself to calm down.

"Major General, I don't understand what you're talking about."

Fagan smiled lightly, "Don't be afraid, it's just you and me here." ”

Fagan took another deep puff of his cigarette and said, "Do you think he has any hope of overthrowing the organization?" ”

After hearing this, Fan calmed down, since Fagan had confirmed that he had met Yang Feng, there was no need for him to hide it.

"I don't think so, sir."

"Don't be restrained, didn't Raff tell you that we are in the same boat?" Fagan grinned slightly.

"Yang Feng is dangerous, my lord." Van replied, choosing to steer clear of the positive answer.

"Ah, this is something that every one of us knows, you must know that the organization has launched countless arrests against him, but now instead of any danger, he swaggered into the organization." Fagan pursed his lips sarcastically, as if embarrassed by the organization's incompetence.

"Now do you think he has any hope of overthrowing the Order?" Fagan asked again.

Fan can only choose to be silent at this time, and it is not his turn to comment on things at this level.

Fagan smiled faintly and waved his hand, "Work hard, wait until one day you also become a major general, and there are some things that you will be qualified to make your own decisions." I believe that this day will not be long. ”

This is a naked solicitation, and the ability that Brahma possesses, even Fagan, who has always thought highly of himself, can't help but be excited.

It was a shocking fact in itself that Brahma was able to successfully defeat an Imperial Transhuman with a weapon and a knighthood with only a lightsaber, and more importantly, Caesar's actual rank was that of an Imperial Tier 4 Transhuman Warrior, one level higher than that of Van who was still a three-winged angel of death.

"You have half an hour to interrogate your defeated men, and it's up to you what kind of information you'll get, which is my trust in you and a small reward, but you only have 10 minutes, and he's going to die when the time comes." Fagan tossed the cigarette butt to the ground and spat out the last puff of his cigarette.

There was only one person left in the empty interrogation room, and his intuition told him that he had been surrounded by an invisible undercurrent, and the only thing that could break through this undercurrent was strength, absolute strength.

At this moment, Fan's will to become stronger was so strong, he hated this feeling of being in the middle of things and helpless.

Van then pushed open the inner door of the interrogation room and slowly approached Caesar, who was almost in collapse.

"You will get nothing from me, you will get nothing from me......" Caesar's feeble tone was completely devoid of that pride.

It is hard to imagine what happened to him in such a short period of time that the will was almost completely destroyed.

"That's what they don't get, but it doesn't mean me." Van gently half-crouched in front of Caesar.

"You?" Caesar looked up almost with all his might, and when he saw the faces of the visitors, there was a little complexity in his lifeless eyes.

"You can't get the gun fighting technique, this is the glory of all the imperial nobles, it will live with me and will accompany me to death, this is the last glory of all the imperial nobles, and it is a will that cannot be destroyed by any means!" Caesar's expression was full of fanaticism, and there was only determination in his lifeless eyes.

"No, I'm not interested in that." Van calmly interrupted Caesar. "I only want to know one thing, why are you going to that valley, tell me I'll give you a happy death."

"Do you want to know?" Caesar asked softly.

Van nodded.

Caesar chuckled sarcastically, "Even your best interrogators can't get answers from me, do you think you can do it?" ”

"I think I can." Fan said lightly.

"Hahahaha." Caesar let out an ugly sneer, as if he had heard the funniest joke.

"It's for a little girl, a little girl with purple eyes." Van abruptly interrupted Caesar's laughter.

Caesar's laughter stopped abruptly, and a slight shock flashed in his eyes.

Then he laughed again, trying to cover up some kind of truth in this way.

"Laugh, this is the last time you'll be able to laugh so indulgently." Fan's tone was full of mockery, "I can win you once, I can win you a second time, and you will always be my defeated men." ”

"Nope! You damn bug! How dare you mock the great imperial nobility! Caesar shouted, and Fan's words almost destroyed what was left of his pride.

"Great? Greatness is also destined to crawl at my feet! Van smiled coldly, and his right hand was tightly clasped around Caesar's throat, "Go to hell, your men will be with you soon." ”

"You!" Caesar was only halfway there.

The piercing sound of "click" piercing bones echoed in the empty torture room, Caesar hung his proud head weakly, and there was still a little unwillingness and anger in his eyes, until the last moment of his life, he was delusional to regain the lost dignity from Fan, but delusion was destined to be delusion, and he walked even more undignified.

Fan coldly glanced at Caesar, who had lost his heartbeat, originally he was not very sure about his guess, but Caesar's clumsy acting skills were tantamount to betraying his heart, this group of reformed people from the empire did come for the pupil, which can be guessed from the special purple goggles they wore, although they don't know their ultimate goal, but at least give Fan a direction.

Van then walked out of the interrogation room, as the mission notice had just been given ringing in his headset.

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"Mission Code: A-30-18. Quest content, clear known valley areas. Mission Level Assessment C+. According to reconnaissance information obtained by designation DA-7C-001, it is known that there are between 10 and 20 low-armed Imperial reformers and hundreds of other low-level humans. The detailed mission information is as follows......"

The four-man team led by Van fought side by side in a serious row, and in front of them appeared a topographical map of the interior of the valley depicted by Van that clearly indicated all the checkpoints and vantage points that needed attention.

When the mission broadcast was completely over, the expressions of the other three people except Fan were a little excited.

"Transformers from the Empire! Hah, now it's time to play! Art said excitedly. Maybe we'll get a glimpse of the power of gunfighting from the Empire. ”

"Hmph, save it, the only people who can use gun fighting skills are the so-called imperial nobles, and it will be difficult to deal with this kind of person if one of them appears, otherwise it will not just dispatch a few of us to fight against so many imperial transformation people." Mu glanced at the excited Art.

"What's that, we've got a head anyway!" Atte shook his head nonchalantly.

"Hmph." This time it was Mandala's turn to let out a disgruntled snort.

"And the mandala." Art then hurriedly added.

Compared with these three slightly excited people, Fan's expression was a little gloomy, clearing the known valley area, but under this bland sentence, there was cruel blood.

In the mission notice of the Angel of Death, if the word "clearing" is used, then it means that the corresponding area must be thoroughly cleaned, whether it is ordinary people, modified people, or even captive livestock, as long as it is a living creature, it will be killed!

This is what the word clear means.

It's not that Van hasn't performed such a task, but compared to his previous self, his current self suddenly has a heavy sense of depression in his heart.

At this moment, what kept flashing in his mind was a pair of pure and immature purple pupils.