It turns out that with the courage of blood, there are really countless people who can survive the painful punishment, not only in the past, but also in the present and in the future.

The hard-mouthed new blood was dying from waterboarding, but he was still cursing everything in a hoarse voice, cursing the government, society, and going home, which made it hard for the interrogators to believe.

Because he has no professional training, he has leaked a lot of information even when he is fighting torture, but he does not say anything about the most critical poison and Pablo's whereabouts.

"This guy is not a leftist believer, why is his mouth so hard?"

"Because his faith is Pablo!"

"Sir!"

Looking at Hannibal, who didn't know when he arrived, the inquisitor immediately stood up and saluted.

"For these street guys, if there are no accidents, they will struggle on the poverty line for the rest of their lives, eating expired rotten food, drinking polluted dirty water, and selling everything they can sell in exchange for a little food and clothing, until finally the lamp runs out, but Pablo gave these guys another choice, so that they can be fed, clothed, and live like a person, so it is normal for him to refuse to say anything!"

"Then let's change the means? There are no electric chairs in this place, but we do have hallucinogens from the CIA......

"Alright, that guy is dying!"

Hannibal shook his head and let his men let go of the new blood, which had lost most of his life.

"Hand this guy over to the police!"

"What information?"

"Isn't there another one you left there?"

"But then we won't be able to cross-validate!"

"One is enough, they are not trained, so there is nothing to fool you if they want to!"

"Understood!"

The inquisitor nodded, they caught two people, only one of them was frantically tortured, and the other was already trembling in the corner because of timidity, and he didn't even have the courage to open his eyes and watch his companion being interrogated.

And now, looking at the companion who was being dragged away, this unlucky guy who had peed his pants and had begun to twitch his hands and feet, knew that he was next.

Although during the day, he was also a good hand at killing people without blinking, and even used a knife to slit the throat of his enemies while laughing with his companions, but at that time, he was the supreme master of life, and now, he is just a piece of rotten meat on the felt board, and life and death are all in the hands of others.

Thinking about the life I was looking forward to in the past, thinking about the delicious food I had tasted, and the beautiful girl who went to Wushan together, a strong desire to survive immediately came to my heart.

And then, when he was dragged out of the cell by the PC, the captive immediately howled.

"Don't kill me, don't hit me, please, whatever you want to know, I'll tell you! Please spare me, I'm still young, I don't want to die!"

The inquisitor was also relieved to look at such a gaffe captive, it seems that the chicken just now was not killed in vain!

And then, this guy said something and directly said everything he knew these days.

Poison recruited nearly fifty people on the streets, and after training and many days of fighting, there are now more than forty left, and their base is in a factory on the block, and Poison himself is there, he is the head of this training camp, and he is followed by a dozen killers, who are also instructors of the training camp.

As for Pablo, the captives confessed, and Pablo also valued them, but since the training camp was established, Pablo had only come once, and after having dinner with everyone, he left, only knowing that the latter had once again hid in the mountains, ready to continue the confrontation with the government.

As for the location of the defense post, the pass order, etc., the prisoner knew everything and said everything, and while explaining the problem, he did not forget to beg the interrogator to give him some good treatment conditions, the best thing is naturally acquittal, no matter how bad it is, he hopes to let the judge reduce the sentence.

"I just want to live,

Those who have heads and faces live on!"

The captive's earnest words and moving attitude moved even the inquisitor.

"This guy is fighting hard to survive!"

"Don't underestimate the wisdom of these guys who grew up on the streets!"

Hannibal, who had the interrogation report, said as he looked at it.

"The cruelty of the streets is not much worse than the battlefield, and there are few stupid and stupid people who can survive in this kind of place!"

Looking at the information on the interrogation report, Hannibal immediately threw it to Carrillo.

"How? Do it tonight or tomorrow night?"

"I want to think about it!"

Carrillo rubbed his head, the number of enemies in the intelligence is very detailed, the total number of people is less than a hundred, his troops and the Shadow Company can still be easily eaten, the only problem is the time to do it.

If you do it tonight, you will naturally be able to catch the enemy off guard, and in the same way, your own personnel will not prepare in advance, and it is easy to make trouble, if you do it tomorrow night, then the preparation will naturally be sufficient, but I am afraid that the enemy will be alert, especially poison, this guy will not be let go!

"My people are ready to act at any time!"

Hannibal didn't forget to add a sentence to help Carrillo make up his mind.

Carrillo looked at the time, it was one o'clock in the morning, and it was only about five hours before dawn, so he made a decision on the spot.

"Three-point action! Fight quickly, don't let the poison escape!"

"Well, that's it!"

Hannibal then shouted out the door, and a sentry pushed the door open.

"Call the detachment commander and the fireteam leader!"

They already have a general topographical map of the neighborhood, Pablo has been building Medellín as his own territory over the years, and he has even invited European designers to do everything in the neighborhood planning, so Xue Pa's only a few phone calls can ask for a planning map.

Soon, the detachment commanders and team leaders of the Shadow Company, as well as Carrillo's officers, were all crowded into the room.

"We decided to strike tonight, and the target is Pablo's number one killer, nicknamed Poison!"

As he spoke, Carrillo placed a photo of his unsightly man on the whiteboard.

"That's this guy, and on top of that, he has about seventy or so armed men under him, all armed with automatic firepower! We have the firepower and the strength of the personnel, so I've decided to start tonight, if it were tomorrow, they might find people missing and be on guard! So, tonight is the best time!"