Hearing the other party's words, Matt smiled.

I have been in the industry for many years, and I have seen countless tough guys, and they will eventually be as soft as a maggot.

In fact, he enjoyed this moment the most, seeing the other person's mouth as hard as a duck, but deep in his soul wailing, this feeling made Matt's forearms go with goosebumps.

"You are not in a position to despise me."

Sandro stepped forward again and asked coldly, "You are just my Bichi now, where is the tunnel?" ”

"Fausto, where?"

"Hmph, sure enough."

Guillermo snorted when he heard this.

His eyes were shining, but he couldn't help but look at the bucket on the ground.

As soon as he saw Sandro appear, he knew what the other party was here for.

Although he looked down on the other party, he was helpless to fall into this situation, and he coughed: "I want to talk about some conditions, you know, there is nothing free in this world." ”

"After that, I'll tell you everything you want to know."

Matt rolled his eyes, feeling bored.

What this guy said just now, I thought he was some kind of tough guy, but as soon as his tone changed, he immediately recognized it.

Sandro twitched the corners of his mouth, also angry and funny.

I thought Guillermo would always be tough, but I didn't expect to raise his hand and surrender in the blink of an eye.

"Nope."

Ethan flicked off the ashes: "Now his words, I can't believe them." ”

"And why do you want to trade with him, and why should he trade with us."

If you don't have this to buy and sell, go and negotiate with him about the conditions.

Isn't that a pure fool!

Alerted by him, Matt and Sandro reacted immediately, the former scratching his head, jumping off the table and grabbing it and dragging it to Guillermo's side.

The legs scraped against the tiles and made a screeching sound.

This movement made Guillermo feel cold for a while, and he hurriedly said, "Hey, stop, what do you want to do?" ”

"No conditions, I said."

"Don't say it."

Ethan walked over and happily slapped him on the fat face: "Even if you say it, I won't listen to it, and I won't believe it." ”

"Fake."

Guillermo was furious and looked at Matt excitedly: "I swear, I'm telling the truth. ”

The upper-class characters are the most faceless and skinless.

On the contrary, many people at the bottom are the real hard bones.

It's true that a character like Guillermo treats human life like a mustard, but the recklessness and toughness of the beginning have long been consumed by power, money, and women.

As long as they are on the means, they are often the most prone to collapse.

I haven't done it yet, and now I'm panicking.

Ethan beckoned Sandro and lifted Guillermo, who was desperately struggling, to the table, holding him down from side to side.

Matt picked up the rope and tied him up quickly.

"Fack, I don't want it."

The matter is stopped, a few people, you look at me, I look at you, Ethan hurriedly shook his head: "I just wore a dress, you two rock-paper-scissors." ”

"Damn it."

Watching them decide their fate as if they were playing, Guillermo was sweating profusely: "Please, I say everything, don't do this. ”

Looking at Sandro's outstretched slap, Matt reluctantly withdrew his fist.

He neatly took off his shirt and put it over Guillermo's face, who was desperately trying to blow it away, all the while begging for mercy.

"Come on."

Ethan walked over to the end of the table and lifted it up with ease.

Now, it's the first step towards revenge.

Sandro smashed the lid of the bucket open and lifted it up so hard that he could use it to recoup a little interest for his family.

"Whoa."

Columns of water poured out and poured over Guillermo's mouth and nose.

Guillermo held his breath at first, and when he couldn't hold it anymore, he choked violently, and the strong feeling of suffocation and drowning made the guy struggle wildly, and the whole table kept shaking.

Among them, Matt is the most delicate.

At the most critical moment, he lifted the wet clothes that were covering Guillermo's face.

"Hah~"

Given a chance to breathe, Guillermo was like a fish coming ashore, breathing heavily in his mouth and his nose widening.

Before he could slow down, it was dark again.

With a snap, Matt unceremoniously threw his clothes on.

Sandro poured water with an expressionless face, his hands unusually steady and without the slightest trembling.

The water splashed down and spread rapidly across the ground.

There was no muffled sound of beatings, no screaming wails, only the cold dripping sound and violent wheezing, which made the two GIs guarding the house tremble and stand on end with the hairs on their arms.

They glanced at each other and subconsciously took a step away from the door.

Like, there is some demon in it.

After some time, Ethan's eyebrows furrowed and he pinched his nose with one hand.

Guillermo had been incontinent, the room was full of foul odors, and the shirt covering his face was stained pale red with choking blood.

"That's it."

Matt observed the other man's physical reaction and nodded at Ethan.

"Bump."

As the table was lowered, Sandro tossed the bottled water aside.

When the wet shirt was lifted, Guillermo could be seen to be in a state of nervous breakdown.

At this time, as long as you don't continue to pour water on his face, even if you ask him when the first time he wets the bed, he will not hesitate to say that he is more uncomfortable than death now.

For the past half hour, Ethan walked out with a cigarette in his mouth.

The key information is in hand, and the rest is left to Matt and Sandro to deal with.

The environment inside is so disgusting.

"Sir."

Noticing that someone was coming out, the two GIs hurriedly straightened up.

They looked straight at each other, without the slightest deviation.

Only the throated Adam's apple can feel that these two guys are very nervous.

On duty here, they are naturally not veterans, and this legendary torture that happened under their own guard also made them feel a chill in their hearts.

Waterboarding is expressly forbidden.

All law enforcement agencies are prohibited from using it to extract confessions by torture, and its power can be seen.

"Hmm."

Ethan glanced at the two GIs and headed outside.

Now I urgently need fresh air, and just now the room is like a dung pit, and I have experienced a feeling of suffocation.

The incandescent lights inside the base were bright, and when he walked outside, he was surprised to find that the sky had become dark, and several deltas were moving outside, watching the sunset sink into the side of the mountain.

Throw away the cigarette butt and light another one for yourself.

The firelight illuminated his face, and the evening breeze blew and carried away the scent from him.

"Yo."

With a shout, a dark shadow flew in.

Catch it quickly and get cold in your hand.

The beer can was still dripping with water, and with a flick of his finger he opened the tab, and foam gushed out.

"Thank you."

Ethan took a sip and thanked the beard.

"Small."

The beard waved his hand and raised the bottle with Ethan, "Are you done?" ”

"Let's go, I'll take you to see something fun."

"Hey."

A figure sprang out from the side, startling the two of them.

(End of chapter)