Chapter 979
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"Damned thing, he still hasn't said a single word? You guys are the worst mercenaries I've ever seen. You guys are the most useless interrogators I've ever seen! " Someone yelled angrily in English. It was already the third day, and his patience was running out. He was about to explode at any moment.
The man with a beard that reached his chest looked at the government official who was yelling angrily at him. A hint of viciousness flashed in his eyes. "Oh, so it seems that your government has a way. Then, sir, I'll hand him over to you."
The man was wearing a white robe and white wide-legged pants. His facial features were Central Asian. He just raised his hand, and a few mercenaries wearing desert camouflage bulletproof vests walked over. They were tall and strong, and all of them were holding AK 47 assault rifles and standing behind the man.
When the government official saw them, he immediately took a step back and looked at the high-ranking ST mercenary warily. With a serious face, he said, "No, we don't need him. We just need to ask which country he's from. Sacra, that's all we need to know. That's all."
"I know. I've been working hard. But sometimes, we can't get what you want just by working hard." Sacra was still able to smile as he spoke. He pointed at the captive behind the closed iron door. "See, sir? It's hard for him to even open his eyes now, let alone talk."
"His wounds aren't treated. Oh, yes, you're not allowed to treat his wounds. Of course, we're all in favor of making him suffer a little. But now, he doesn't even have the strength to speak. How do we know which country he's from? "
"Judging from his skin color, hair color, and eye color, we think he's Asian. That's all we know."
Sacra's words made the government official squint his eyes. After a while, he smiled coldly. "Trust me, I'll find a way to make him talk."
He waved his hand and ordered his personal guard. The viciousness in Sacra's eyes deepened.
After the government's personal guard left, he sneered. "Since you want to interrogate him personally, I think we can collect our commission in advance."
When the commission was mentioned, the government official immediately laughed. "Sacra, with our cooperation, I don't think we're in a hurry. Right now? Please wait a moment, we will soon hear that guy's voice. "
There was no need to consider anything when interrogating a captive, especially a captive who couldn't possibly return alive. As long as he got what he wanted, he would immediately end the captive.
There was mistrust in their employment relationship, and their cooperative relationship was unstable … It seemed that it wasn't Sacra who had lost his patience, but the government who had lost their patience.
Ten minutes later, footsteps were heard. Then, the locked iron door creaked open and four people came in.
"Wake him up." When he saw the wound on K7's shoulder, a cruel smile appeared on his face. He lifted his leg and stepped on the wound with the heel of his leather shoe. Then, he twisted his ankle and let the heel of his shoe crush the wound.
This wound had originally stopped bleeding, but after being crushed by the hard heel of the shoe, the bright red blood and the layer of scab were crushed into wisps of blood, revealing a bright red, ferocious wound.
K7 did not move. It was as if he had lost consciousness, but his brows were furrowed. It was as if he was frowning in his sleep due to discomfort.
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