The badly burned unlucky guy had been lying half-lying in the corner, not much different from what he had been before Townsend left. In front of most of his blackened body, he raised his hands in vain, but he didn't know what to do to save himself, so he could only cry and scream hoarsely.

When Townsend returned, his screams grew louder, his face a mixture of pain, fear, and pleading.

After examining the other party's body structure, Townsend determined that the unlucky man's structure was the same as his own, and the skeletal muscles were the same. However, his injury made Townshend's idea of "doing his best and obeying the destiny of God" come to naught. After examining the injuries in detail once again and coming to the conclusion that there is no way to save him, Townsend has unconsciously entered "cold-blooded intelligence officer mode".

Townsend's true identity is complicated, and in terms of combat skills, he is at least half intelligence officer, half commander, half air combat pilot, half field medic, half marine...... He has been in all the elite units of the empire, and even when he went to the Freedom Alliance to participate in the middle school student fraternity, he was also arranged to connect with the hidden spy and successfully protect the intelligence and return home!

All this is because he has a very old and prominent father, and his brothers have all gone to business and politics, and they don't want to be under the mantle of their father when they break their legs. In desperation, his father could only put his full hope on his youngest son.

The twelve-year-old schoolboy was very afraid of pain, so he could not withstand his father's armed belt, coupled with his mother's warm expectations, and his brothers' coercion and temptation - so from the forest to the plateau, from the desert to the bottom of the sea, there was not a single difficult and harsh place that he missed.

In the most majestic time, he was the deputy attendant of the duty room of the Imperial General Staff, guarding the red safe of the Ministry of Defense twice a week, and in the most difficult time, he was the lurking post of the border post in the northern frontier of the empire, and he had to bury himself in the snow half of the month......

I think that at the beginning, he would rather owe favors and stuff him into various ministries, bureaus and military regions, in order to let him be familiar with the emperor's affairs system and take over smoothly in the future, probably not thinking that his son would have to deal with this situation one day, right? The old man's deflated appearance is very interesting, and he is even happier than the New Year...... Townsend shook his head to dispel the distractions and return his attention to the present.

The unlucky guy began to mumble something, the expression on his face was very rich, and he tried to catch Townsend.

"Good, keep going, keep going, don't stop talking. Townsend cheered the unlucky guy in his heart as he thought about ways to prolong his life - because the other party was not a threat and was the best source of information, the longer he survived, the more valuable it became.

There is no doubt that prolonging one's suffering is cruel, but something even cruel is yet to come. Because no one will take the initiative to provide information or information, and they need to be squeezed by the thirsty side, even if they are facing a dying person - in fact, this is very commonsense, because compared to their own survival, everything else can be lowered.

Soon, Townsend made a decision in his heart, he showed a cruel expression, first let the unlucky guy see that he pulled out the dagger, and then slammed it into the other party's eyes!

The unlucky man let out an earth-shattering scream, subconsciously covered his eyes with his black charcoal-like arms, and repeatedly shouted a sentence in his mouth, not noticing that Townsend's dagger had stopped, and Townsend, he was trying to memorize the words shouted by the other party. Because in this case, normal people will say the same thing: "No!"

No, don't, don't kill me, don't hurt me...... He would subconsciously shout words like these, and Townsend could roughly identify them by the length of the syllables, and after a certain amount of accumulation, he could reverse a few crucial words, and if he was lucky, he could master grammatical features.

Moreover, the unlucky ones who react will start a cycle of praying, then threats and inducements. After two cycles, Townsend was able to determine the exact pronunciation of "I", "you", "hurt", and a whole bunch of expletives. Judging from the number of these three vulgar words, the other party is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Foreign languages are always complex and esoteric, but for the ruthless intelligence officer, it is simpler, just a matter of talking and practicing. Townsend certainly doesn't speak yet, but in many cases communication doesn't need to be spoken...... So the unfortunate man's misery is not limited to this, he must have a fearless spirit of sacrifice, and if he doesn't have it, it doesn't matter, Townsend will give it to him.

After just half an hour, Townsend had mastered more than thirty words, and the unlucky man had the good fortune to drink five sips of water and eat a piece of bread-like dry food. In the process, Townsend identified one more derogatory term, and he could even say it clearly and emotionally—"You are a devil!"

"Am I the devil? or may it really be?" Townsend asked himself inwardly as he silently fed the unlucky man a sip of water.

The unlucky man didn't last long, his wounds began to undergo some disgusting changes, and the only merciful way was to end his life immediately. Because of this 300-meter-long narrow road, as well as the remote location in the deep mountains, he had already been sentenced to death. Townsend didn't even know if there was a way to save massive burns in the world of the unlucky guys.

But Townsend was sure that, under his careful care, he would be able to breathe for at least two hours, which meant that his great pain would last for two hours without fainting unexpectedly. But it's the follow-up methods that the Intelligence Bureau has taught him, and the follow-up methods he should implement, that really touches the boundaries of cruelty.

Pull out his tendons, tear his bones, squeeze out everything he knows!

When it was time to do it, Townsend hesitated, and he began to hesitate...... The reason is simple, because he knows that the other person is just as human as himself. Although he has long been relegated to the category of "enemy", he is a human being after all. Which is more important, 30 to 50 simple sentences or uneaten justice? Or which is more desirable to increase one's chances of survival and respect for life?

If he is torn between a bootcamp in the Intelligence Bureau, he will not be slapped in the face, he will only be kicked out of the door. But here, at this time, no one will tell him about the consequences, because he is alone.

He's just a man.

Eventually, Townsend closed the dagger with a sigh. He wiped away the unlucky man's tears, and then asked in the local dialect, "Are you human?"

The unlucky man looked back at him in shock, and it wasn't until he asked another question that the unlucky man nodded in a low cry.

Townsend silently organized his words, and then spoke, "I will save you." ”

"Thank you, thank you!" In the ecstasy of the unlucky guy, the first conversation between the two was born, but unfortunately the second half of the praise Townsend still did not understand. But it didn't matter, for the result was the same - Townsend went back to the freezer and dragged out a full-fledged instrument, made some very subtle noises, and attached a few wires to the unfortunate man in a decent way.

During this time, the unlucky face is full of joy and hope.

After covering up the hapless man's wound with something, Townsend inserted a sharp metal needle into the skin behind his back, slowly advancing it towards his spine, gently piercing into the spinal space.

"Finally!" the unlucky man muttered, "Thank you, I'm better!"

If you want to deceive, you should deceive thoroughly.

"You are saved. Townsend said this softly in his ear, gently laying his body flat, putting some soft fabric on the back of his head, and sprinkling some water on the wound...... Many actions are unnecessary, but as long as the unlucky man sees that he is treating him in an orderly manner, and there is still hope for him.

"You'll be fine soon. But because the wounds were so ugly, after more than ten minutes, Townsend entered the process of "packing up the treatment equipment". By the way, usually at such times, the angels in white will say something about medical advice and precautions, right?

"My surname is Tang, my name is Sen, Townsend . By this time, Townsend had stopped thinking that the language he used would be seen as "demonic", because his relationship with the hapless man had not yet reached a deeper level. Waking up from a nightmare three days ago, chaotic, nervous, and persecuted by reality, he really needed to say something to relieve the pressure, and even more so to restore his physical function by talking.

"You're lucky to meet me, because I don't like to kill. I am a Yanai, a Yanai that ordinary people like you who run into the mountains with a servant to dig for treasure can't imagine. If I am willing to kill, there will be people who kneel in front of me and beg me to kill. Townsend smiled and nodded: "But I'm not happy to play this, I prefer to play simple games, and prefer to stay in one place and not move." When I was a child, it was a library, and when I grew up, it was the Internet, and it was the kind of place where no one knew the identity of the other party, and you didn't have to guess others, and others didn't have to guess you. ”

"So half of me is a cowardly otaku. Since I was thirteen years old, I was thrown into various legendary departments of the empire to exercise, and I persevered for the short three months and the long half year. Not for anything else, the door is like this, I dare to drop the chain outside The old man can eat me raw......" Speaking of this, Townsend sighed: "I'm just afraid of the old man's armed belt, but in the eyes of other old men, I am clearly a big husband who can bend and stretch his breath, so I was put on the list of key training." ”

"People are young, they fly solo, they don't know what fear is, they are not co-opted by hostile camps, and they don't know how to compromise with the empire. Just for a little false justice, I am tragic. Townsend fell into the memory, and there was a hint of blood wafting through his words: "My little became the fuse, many people died in the hostile camp, and many people died within the empire, from the mall to the battlefield, many people. ”

"In the end, I was tricked into such a thing by my own uncle, and I had a nightmare for I don't know how long. And while I dreamed, they were gone, my relatives, my empire, and my enemies. Townsend's smile rippled with water: "Wake up, what I found earlier was not a bare-ass beauty, but your half-baked innocent!

“...... I just climbed up, and before I could catch my breath, I found that there were two moons in the sky......!

“...... Roll down again, and your conscience will find out, and you have to pretend to be a doctor to give you hospice care...... Your uncle!"

Townsend spoke for almost two hours, and at last completely forgot the original purpose of the deception, which alleviated the irritability and depression in his chest. And in his sometimes gentle and sometimes fierce attacks, the unlucky man entered the dying stage without pain.

"I ...... I ......" The unlucky man exhaled his last breath, and the muscles in his whole body instantly relaxed, and finally stopped moving.

Townsend drank his saliva, rubbed his sour cheeks, looked at the unlucky man's serene expression and said, "No thanks." ”

The dead are done with their eyes closed, but the living are still busy.

After spending ten minutes burying the unlucky man and his servants, and another ten hours sorting through the items they left behind, from the stitches of his clothes to the patterns of his coins and even the texture of his paper, Townsend spared no hint of stealth. Unfortunately, these things don't carry a lot of information, and he can't read words.

If he had known that the unlucky man still had books, Townsend would not necessarily have given him human rights. It's very simple in terms of, just don't recognize him as human. But since he let go of the unlucky guy, Townsend will not regret it, but he has some regret in his heart...... Your uncle's!

Because of his soft heart, he missed at least thirty simple conversations, which also added a lot of obstacles to his future. Townsend must make up for the hidden dangers caused by this soft-heartedness. To borrow a saying, if a drop of water wants to go undetected, you must take refuge in the sea. Therefore, it is imperative that he master the language and script of the place as soon as possible, and turn himself into a local as soon as possible.

That said, Townsend needs the Bad Luck Egg Two.

The difference is that this time it was up to him to do it himself.

If an Imperial intelligence agent is in an extremely dangerous unknown environment, and he must kidnap a local native, in order to acquire basic life skills such as writing and language, then who should he kidnap? What kind of people are least susceptible to suspicion and resistance in their language habits and ways of speaking, and even their accents, and who are guaranteed to be supplied whenever and wherever they are?

-- This is a question from a theoretical instructor of the Intelligence Bureau, who answered that the student who was a bubble girl was caught eating something unclean. It is precisely because of the tragedy that his classmates can't look back on that Townsend remembers the correct answer.

So, at this moment, his eyes lit up.