The moment the SUV rolled over, Nice jumped up, dropped the TAC-50, and rushed over with an AK74 in his arms.

Joga had been methodically cleaning up the remaining living creatures in the camp, motioning for Carman to follow Nice and not let her suffer, before shooting and killing a terrorist who had been set on fire and screaming and running around.

It would have been impossible for rockets to cause such damage, but the rugged terrorists used fuel trucks to cover their graves with the last shovels of soil.

As the fire spread, Dorian in the warehouse cell couldn't stay any longer, and soon he rushed out of it with a large number of hostages, dragged a large group of men and horses into the desert upwind, and then lay on the ground and laughed for the rest of his life.

When the fuel truck exploded just now, Dorian's heartbeat stopped, but fortunately, the fuel truck was on the east side, and the buildings in the camp were all masonry structures, and the fire spread slowly, otherwise this would not be saving people, but roasting the hostages.

Joga half-crouched on the ground and waited until the flames burned through the buildings in the camp and confirmed that no terrorists would survive, then he put away his rifle and turned to the overturned SUV in the distance.

As he passed by the hostages, Joga gave a thumbs up to Dorian and said with a smile: "Well done, remember to charge these bosses, you're going to get rich......"

Dorian shook his head and said, "You should take a closer look, most of the women here are snatched by Jindeweike, shit, that bitch is a real beast, if he doesn't die, remember to stab him a few more times." ”

Only then did Joga notice that dozens of women who were basically undressed were lying on the ground, gasping for air.

More than a dozen executives from various companies gathered in rags, and a few of them were crying.

The condition of the women was generally worse, and Joga could imagine what they had been through, but there was really nothing he could do, not even a way to help them.

Subconsciously avoiding the hostages' gaze, Joga quickened his pace and walked to the side of the off-road vehicle in the distance.

A strong black man with a mouth full of gold teeth was now holding his thighs and wailing in pain on the ground.

The driver of the off-road vehicle was killed, a terrorist in the back seat was wiped by Kaman, and the black man in the suit who came into contact with Boss Huang today stood there honestly, watching the strong man with gold teeth being abused, his face was annoyed and unwilling.

Seeing the gold-toothed man glaring fiercely at Nice, Joga pulled out his pistol and shot him in both shoulders, denying him the ability to fight back, and then said to Nice: "Carman is in charge of the video, and Nice asks him why he went to the hotel to commit a massacre?" Without saying anything, he slashed him one by one. ”

Saying that, Qiao Jia looked at the black man in the suit with a calm expression, and without waiting for him to speak, he shot him twice in the knee.

The black man in the suit screamed in pain, and his knees went limp, and he lay down on the ground with a very awkward movement.

Facing the menacing Qiaojia, the black man in the suit wailed and raised his hand to signal that he wanted to speak, but was shot through his left hand by Qiaojia.

Seeing the black man in a suit holding his left hand with his only intact right hand, bending over and letting out a roar of pain, Joga took out his mobile phone, squatted in front of him and said, "Who are you?" Who do you work for? Did you instigate the attack on the hotel by the Kindwick militia? ”

Saying that, Qiao Jia looked at the painful face of the black man in the suit, and said coldly: "Don't lie to me, you are a tough guy, and the next to you will definitely confess."

From now on, if there is any inconsistency in the confessions between you, I will cut something off you. ”

Joga thought he was deterrent enough, but he didn't expect this black man in a suit to be even tougher than he thought.

Hearing Qiaojia's threat, the black man in the suit grinned with a big mouth full of blood, spat bloody at Qiaojia, and said, "I'm going to die, so why should I say it?"

You can ask the and see how much he knows. ”

Qiao Jia held up his mobile phone while taking a camera and shook his head and said, "You say this to prove that you are afraid of death, you think we can't ask anything from that guy, right?" ”

Saying that, Qiao Jia looked at the black man in the suit who looked at death as if he were at home, he shook his head and said, "How did you get into British intelligence as a?"

You don't seem very smart, otherwise the ten soldiers and a reporter haven't heard from you for so long, you should have run away.

Do you have a companion at Khartomouvis Hotel? I'll go find him! ”

The black man in the suit finally changed his expression at this time, he looked at Qiao Jia in shock, and said, "Who are you?" Overseas service in China? ”

Qiao Jia shook his head and said, "You tell me your detailed identity first, and then I will give you a good time."

Otherwise, the tragic images of your execution will be posted on the Internet, and I guess you should have family members, and you say that they will think when they see your death? ”

There is no saying in Europe and the United States that they would rather die than give in, and the black man in the suit knows that he must die, so why should he be humiliated.

It had only been a few minutes, and all ten of Kindwick's fingers had been cut off by the mad woman.

Kinderwicks across Darfur are now like wild dogs waiting to be slaughtered, wailing and answering questions and begging for mercy.

Seeing Qiao Jia pull out a dagger with a helpless face, the black man in the suit stretched out his only intact hand to the front and said: "I said, my name is William Kach, a British MI5 agent, of course, they will not admit my existence."

My mission was to destabilize the SD, so I instigated the Kinders to attack Kamu and kidnapped many people.

When one of the Chinese hostages said he could get his hands on a weapon, I asked my colleague to contact an AFP reporter and set up a trading scene. ”

Saying that, the black man in the suit put down his hand, looked into Qiao Jia's eyes and said, "OK, give me a good time, I won't say a word about the rest of the things, because you are recording the video, if the content gets out, my family will be ashamed of me." ”

Qiao Jia turned off his mobile phone in a good way, and then said curiously: "You instigated Jindeweike to storm the hotel massacre, really just to create chaos and kidnap hostages?"

Don't you have a specific goal? ”

The black man in the suit frowned and said, "I just need to make things bigger, and the bigger the trouble, the better, when the eyes of the world converge on the SD, I can have more room to operate." ”

When Qiao Jia heard this, he shook his head and said with a smile: "So your attack on the hotel has nothing to do with Gaddafi's secret base, right?" ”

Seeing the stunned look on the black man in the suit, Joga pulled the trigger and shot through his head.

Looking at Ness, who finished asking, cut the throat of a generation of gangsters Jindeweike with a knife, and then sat down to the ground in frustration, Qiao Jia walked over sympathetically and helped her up and said: "It's a pity that your brother died a little wronged, but you can only look forward, otherwise what else can you do?" ”