After cleaning up Xue Tongan, Song Ziyu looked at the other person.

Xiao Guang was a bachelor, standing motionless, as if waiting for himself.

"You've got to give me an explanation!" Song Ziyu's gaze was as sharp as a flying eagle's blade.

Xiao Guang sighed and said: "My wife and children are all controlled by others, if I don't do this, they will have to die, I have no choice." ”

"You have no choice but to come and trick me?" Song Ziyu said coldly: "Are you suffering from a serious brain disease!" Is Lao Tzu having a grudge against you or something? ”

"I'm sorry ......"

Xiao Guang buried his head, revealing a ashamed expression, as if he looked very guilty.

But Song Ziyu didn't eat this set at all.

"If an apology is useful, then there is no need to die!" Song Ziyu snorted coldly and said: "I have so many brothers, I lost my life because of you, even if you have great hardships, you can't talk about it." ”

"I understand......" Xiao Guang said with a pale face: "There is a debtor and a debtor, you are a fair and honest person, you do things frankly, I hope not to embarrass my family." ”

"The Legend of the Fairy Tree"

After saying this, Xiao Guang didn't know where to take out a pistol like a trick, and then pointed to his head is a gun.

Bang!

After the muffled sound, Xiao Guang fell to the ground.

Song Ziyu was slightly stunned.

Where is Xiao Guang's gun hidden, he can actually hide it from his own people's investigation, if he fired this shot at himself...... The consequences are unimaginable.

So Song Ziyu once again felt scared because of his trust.

But this guy actually committed suicide directly, which was unexpected.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, Song Ziyu couldn't show the slightest pity in his heart.

"Clean up the battlefield, and if there is any abnormality, they will all be executed on the spot." Song Ziyu ordered.

The follow-up troops have not yet arrived, and Song Ziyu will not easily risk advancing.

After controlling everyone, Song Ziyu ordered the whole army to wait in place, waiting for the arrival of the infantry.

Taking advantage of this time, Song Ziyu gathered all the captives together for a farewell.

Song Ziyu wanted to know the composition of these enemies.

In addition to the natives of the Greyhorn tribe, there are other guys mixed in.

It is not easy to carry out this work, because no one dares to admit it voluntarily.

Song Ziyu set a high-standard reporting condition, but unfortunately there were very few prisoners who dared to stand up.

Tang Jian rubbed his fists and prepared to torture them one by one.

Song Ziyu smiled: "With so many people, can you torture them?" ”

"There are so many people, I'm afraid it's going to be tossed for a month." Tang Jian made a conservative estimate. "Forget it, I don't have this time, I'll figure it out...... All the captives took off their pants for me. Song Ziyu immediately ordered!

This......

That's a bit of a mess.

Everyone didn't know what this intention was, Chen Tianxing snorted: "Since Xu Yingnan left, the boss's taste has become heavier and heavier. ”

"I suddenly felt a little tightness in the chrysanthemum." Xie Jian said sneeringly.

"It's time to find a mother-in-law for Boss Song, otherwise the painting style will become more and more crooked." Tang Jian also sighed.

"How many of you follow the boss every day, don't you know how to care about the boss's personal, sexual, and life problems?" Zhang Dahu criticized harshly.

Several old men hid behind them and whispered, and the eyes that looked at Song Ziyu became more and more awe and horror.

Song Ziyu was completely unaware of these reactions.

Not knowing that his actions brought another kind of deterrent to his subordinates.

But what Song Ziyu did must have a deep meaning.

With all the captives' pants peeled off layer by layer, a dozen "special" guys hidden in them were pinned out.

"If my guess is correct, none of these guys are from the wasteland, give me a good interrogation."

Song Ziyu said with a sneer.

Everyone was suspicious, and more than a dozen people named out by Song Ziyu were strictly interrogated.

Tang Jian played below, and three times five divided by two made people open their mouths.

Scold!

These guys are all special operators sent by the Federation to infiltrate the wasteland.

"The owner...... Are you so awesome? Just looking at the little dick can you kill the enemy? ”

The more Tang Jian interrogated, the more frightened he became, and finally he was dumbfounded.

As a glutton who has been immersed in torture for many years, Tang Jian is really unheard of and unseen about Song Ziyu's operation.

Today, it's really a fucking knife to pull the ass---- it's wide eyes.

Hearing Tang Jian's question, Song Ziyu smiled and said, "Don't talk nonsense, where do I have this kind of ability, who the hell is staring at other people's second child?" ”

"And how do you know who they are?" Tang Jian asked.

Everyone gathered around, expressing their curiosity about the question.

Song Ziyu smiled and said, "Didn't you pay attention?" Although these guys from the Federation tried their best to hide themselves, put a lot of effort into their faces and attire, and even imitated their accents, they were still significantly different from the people of the Grayhorn tribe. ”

"What's the difference?" Everyone asked.

Song Ziyu said word by word: "The people with gray corners don't wear underwear, but these special combat soldiers of the Federation wear them, and they are the same kind of shit-yellow linen underwear, which looks like they are stepped on by the same sewing machine of his mother." ”

When everyone heard this, they suddenly realized that the problem was here.

The soldiers in Longshan were a little embarrassed, and they all covered their cool crotch, and a ruthless person of Zhang Dahu's level couldn't move his eyes on the yellow underwear.

At this moment, Zhang Dahu's inner monologue is probably like this: You look good in this thing, but it must be mine.

Song Ziyu couldn't help but sigh when he looked at the hot eyes of his subordinates.

These big brothers' eyes are so hot, and they like the underwear that others have worn.

No, Song Ziyu retched a little.

!

Let me vomit in a moment.

……

Actually.

It's not just the Greyhorn tribe who doesn't wear underwear, the vast majority of people in this wasteland don't wear it.

It is said that sitting on a stone with a bare butt is called hitting a stone with an egg, and people who are not in the wasteland naturally like to hit a stone with an egg, just look at their hot eyes.

Even if it's the underwear that someone else has worn, everyone wants it very much.

It's not that you don't want to wear panties!

It's just because everyone doesn't have this condition at all.

Song Ziyu couldn't help but think of a TV series he had watched. In the story, there are two brothers in the Great Northwest, the eldest goes out and the second is at home, and the second is at home.

Later, the truth was revealed, and the two brothers combined were only one pair of pants, so they could only go out one person at a time.

Alas, in the final analysis, it's all his mother's poverty.

Song Ziyu couldn't help but sigh after spitting, he used to say that he was poor and didn't have pants to wear, Lao Tzu naively thought it was literature and art, but now he sees the hot eyes of his subordinates on the underwear worn by others, like looking at first love......

I understand it all.

It's full of affection.

It's time to improve the comfort in the crotch of your subordinates.

Song Ziyu thought about opening a quilt factory in Longshan under all conditions, so that the brothers would not stare at the things that others had worn.

But in a wasteland world where wood resources are extremely scarce, this is not an easy task.

Putting these troubles behind him first, Song Ziyu got back to business.

"Come on, take these guys down and interrogate them properly, I want all the information they know." Song Ziyu ordered.

"Boss, what should I do with these underwear......" Zhang Dahu asked with a lick of his face.

Song Ziyu was a little speechless.

Zhang Dahu, why don't you call Zhang Dagou?