Scorching sun, dust.

Kate felt that the air she breathed was extremely hot.

That feeling made her feel irritable.

Footsteps sounded, the people behind approached, and Kate turned around to see Ethan, and hurriedly took a step back.

"You think we're ruthless?"

Ethan puffed out a puff of smoke and hit her in the face: "Too cruel? ”

"Ahem."

Kate choked and waved her hand to disperse the smoke.

She didn't speak, just stared at Ethan.

"The SWAT officers who were killed in Phoenix City are people you know, right?" Ethan shrugged his shoulders, bit his cigarette and asked, "The house you found has dozens of corpses hidden inside, right?" ”

"If I'm not mistaken."

Spreading his hands, he continued: "There are men and women, old people and children. ”

"Do you think they're pitiful?"

"Do they have a chance to feel sorry for themselves?"

Looking at Kate, whose face was flushed, Ethan was about to turn away.

"Hey."

Kate opened her mouth and said in a muffled voice, "Can you give me a cigarette?" ”

"Hmm."

Ethan shrugged his shoulders and shook a cigarette out to her.

"Click."

The lighter lit, and Kate leaned over to the flame to take a deep breath, choking on it and gulping it down.

"I didn't mean that."

She held the cigarette's hand, still trembling slightly: "What the hell are you doing?" ”

As she spoke, she snorted her cigarette again.

Puffs of smoke dispersed in the wind.

The action of holding the cigarette is very sophisticated, but it is a little unfamiliar when sucking, and it looks like it should be quit for a while.

"It's okay, I know you're not used to it yet."

It's not good to say that others are frightened, Ethan smiled: "But you need to get used to it as soon as possible, there is nothing to be kind to these people, think about what you found inside the wall." ”

"They will not receive their own mercy."

"As for what identity."

He waved his hand and strode towards the base: "You just treat me as a cleaner." ”

Kate stood still, staring blankly at each other.

She didn't say anything more, just gulped down the cigarette in her hand, and the smoke rose and covered her face.

Inside the base, it's cool.

Ethan cobbled together a few chairs in the conference room just now and lay down, playing a game boringly, next to Sandro snoring constantly, this guy also said that he could sleep.

Subtle footsteps sounded, and Kate walked in.

She sat down against the wall and played with her phone.

Looking up at Ethan from time to time, his eyes lit up, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Bumper."

For more than an hour, there was a knock on the conference room door.

The sound caused Sandro to roll over and sit up, looking around warily.

Good fellow, Ethan felt that he was already tense enough, and compared to him, it was not worth mentioning.

"Ready."

Matt nodded to the two of them and walked to the side.

This is ready for interrogation, Ethan put away his phone and quickly got up, Sandro rubbed his face and quickly followed.

Later, Kate didn't want to stay in the conference room by herself.

Turning the hallway, Matt walked into a room guarded by two GIs.

Sandro's footsteps suddenly stopped.

Next to it is a water dispenser with several cans of bottled water on the ground.

He thought for a moment, reached out and lifted the bottled water, and strode towards the room with a fierce energy.

"Hey."

Ethan moved his footsteps and blocked Kate: "There are a lot of interesting places in the base, why don't you visit them." ”

It seems to be discussed, but in fact it cannot be denied.

As soon as Sandro picked up the bucket of water, Ethan immediately knew what he wanted to do, and this kind of thing was even more inappropriate for Kate to see.

Otherwise, she would never have been able to accept it.

This method of punishment and coercion is, to be honest, a bit anti-human.

Besides, the information that comes out later, it is not suitable for her to hear, and there are some things that must be hidden.

"What do you want to do?"

Kate was stopped, her face a little stiff.

"Don't be nervous."

Ethan smiled and nodded, "We're just chatting with him." ”

Kate wasn't stupid either, and when she saw the bucket of water Sandro had just picked up, she immediately thought of a legendary cruel and inhumane method of interrogation, and that method was used by the CIA.

At the moment, she identified these people as CIAs.

It's just that at this time, she doesn't have any power and conditions to stop the other party, and she understands that she doesn't have any say in this team.

She gritted her teeth and turned to leave.

Deep down, she knew that these sologoists would not succumb so easily.

Ethan nodded to the two GIs and pushed the door in.

In the empty room, in the middle of which was a chair, on which Guillermo sat and looked like a typical Mexican, with thick arms and a round waist.

Long black hair with small braids.

The guy pursed his lips and stared at Sandro standing in front of him.

On the side of the room is a long stainless steel table.

Matt and the man with glasses sat on it, the former looking at Guillermo with interest, very interested in what happened next.

"Forget it."

The man with glasses shook his head and jumped off the table: "Although I really want to see it, I want to have a good night's sleep tonight." ”

"You guys play."

He and Ethan clenched fists and chewed gum as they walked out of the room.

Now, inside, there are only three people left.

Matt saw a bundle of rope in the corner of the room and nodded in satisfaction, which was a relief.

"Dah."

Ethan lit a cigarette and leaned against the wall to watch.

The empty room was very quiet, and Guillermo's heavy breathing could be heard.

"Boom."

Sandro put the bucket down with a muffled sound.

"Mexicans, do you know me?" He walked up to Guillermo, grabbed the other party's hair, and said with a cold look in his eyes: "How is it, I didn't expect us to bring you over, right?" ”

As he spoke, he leaned forward and pressed the other person tightly.

In a very humiliating way.

After a few seconds, the corners of Guillermo's mouth twitched, and he replied disdainfully: "Of course, Sandro from Colombia, the legendary slaughterer." ”

"Why, have the Medellíns degenerated enough to cooperate with the CIA?"

"Huh?"

Matt scratched his nose with a smile: "How do you know I'm from the Intelligence Agency?" ”

"Phew."

Guillermo spat on the ground, looked at Matt and gritted his teeth and said, "I can smell the stench of you people from hundreds of meters away. ”

"I didn't expect to provoke you."

The muscles in his head were beating, and his voice was dull: "Those people of mine are not unjustly dead. ”

"I'm curious, what do you want to know?"

Guillermo heard all the gunshots that had just exploded.

There was such a fierce firefight, but they still managed to take themselves away, and the arrangement of these people was not ordinary, they took so much effort that they would not come over for coffee.

(End of chapter)