A piece of the car hit Jiang Cheng's back, tearing off a large piece of skin on his back. An extremely deep wound instantly appeared.
Jiang Cheng reached out to touch his back and immediately began to curse. Motherf * cker, the heat wave from the explosion just now burned his clothes. His back and buttocks were directly exposed. He was just like those stuntmen in Hollywood movies.
When the explosion happened, he slowly reached out to light a cigarette. He didn't care about the power of the bomb behind him at all. The moment he turned around, others discovered that his back, buttocks, and trousers were directly burned, and tender flesh was directly exposed.
Jiang Cheng cursed in his heart at this time. These motherf * cking terrorists were too shameless. They actually used sniper rifles and bombs. Was there a need to do this just to deal with a single person?
Jiang Cheng didn't even think about how he used powerful firepower to carry out a massacre on the opposite side.
But it was nothing. At this time, the first thing that Jiang Cheng thought of was naturally how to survive. The only bunker was blown up into the sky, and even the guns and bullets in the car trunk were blown up.
Without a big killing weapon like the P90 in his hands, Jiang Cheng's firepower was sharply reduced. He could only take out two guns from all over his body. One was used to kill people, and the other was used to create people. But it was obvious that the gun used to create people was useless now, so he could only use the gun used to kill people.
Jiang Cheng was very clear that he was really out of luck now. His current chances of survival were really very slim.
The terrorists still had at least forty to fifty people, more than ten cars, dozens of guns, and snipers. In a situation where he didn't have any powerful firepower or any bunker, he simply didn't have the strength to contend against them.
Sure enough, before Jiang Cheng could recover, there were four or five guns aimed at Jiang Cheng at the same time. A few terrorists with black cloth covering their heads said to Jiang Cheng in very standard English, "Raise your hands!"
Of course, Jiang Cheng raised his hand very cooperatively. He didn't resist at all, and he didn't need to resist. At this moment, Jiang Cheng suddenly felt that his end had arrived.
Rushing into the desert alone just to save a useless person, Jiang Cheng's heart was filled with hatred. But there was no other way. He had already made this decision, and there was no way to change it. For his wife and children, he had to do this!
He just didn't expect that he would make a mistake. He was still careless. He actually made a move without making full preparations, which led to the current situation.
When the terrorists saw that Jiang Cheng actually raised his hand so cooperatively, they couldn't help but laugh in contempt. Of course, their laughter couldn't be seen because they were wearing masks.
One of the terrorists went up and gave Jiang Cheng a fierce kick. Jiang Cheng was stunned by this kick. Before he could recover, four guns were pointed at his head.
"Don't move, be careful of the gun in my hand. Tell me, who are you?" The obviously more ferocious terrorist said to Jiang Cheng fiercely.
"Hehe, it's none of your business who I am. If you have the ability, just give me a quick answer. Don't f * cking dilly-dally and act like a sissy. You scum, you're even worse than a sissy!" Jiang Cheng replied mockingly.
"F * ck, you actually dare to act tough in front of me.
Just you wait, let's see how our leader peels off his skin and bones. At that time, I really hope that you can have this attitude. " The terrorists didn't seem to be very angry. Instead, they even told Jiang Cheng their methods in advance.
Skinning, peeling, hanging, beheading, these tortures that only existed in ancient times were now rejuvenated in their hands. They became popular and spread all over the world.
However, in the eyes of the people of the world, they were labeled as terrorists, murderers, and evil people. This was also the reason why the top few superpowers in the world sent troops to attack them.
Cars stopped beside Jiang Cheng, and more and more footsteps rang in Jiang Cheng's ears. Forty to fifty people got out of more than ten cars one after another. They all surrounded Jiang Cheng, forming a circle around Jiang Cheng. They surrounded him tightly.
Dozens of guns were pointed at Jiang Cheng's head. Jiang Cheng couldn't see the sun in the sky at all. All he could see were black muzzles, which made him feel abnormally cramped.
After a while, there was a gap in the encirclement, and then Jiang Cheng saw a tall and strong Central Asian man walk in with a Chinese man in his hand.
Jiang Cheng recognized the Chinese man at a glance. Wasn't that Wang Chaofan, the target of his rescue this time?
But now Jiang Cheng didn't have time to care about this second-generation heir. He was still in a state of self-preservation. How could he have time to care about this second-generation heir?
The second-generation heir also obviously noticed him, but when he saw the injury on Jiang Cheng's back, the second-generation heir didn't even have a trace of pity and directly turned his head away.
A small fry whispered to the leader, "Leader, this person is really hateful. He actually killed so many of our men. He really deserves to be killed. We should shoot him immediately!"
When the leader heard what the small fry said, he couldn't help but nod in agreement. "Well, you're right. I didn't intend to keep this person alive. I'm thinking about which way to kill him. Tell me, which way is the most painful to kill?"
When Jiang Cheng heard this, his heart was filled with hatred. It was his bad luck that the funds fell into the hands of these people. Now, the terrorists wanted to kill him.
And there was one thing that made Jiang Cheng even more disappointed. Wang Chaofan seemed to agree with what the terrorists said.
Jiang Cheng understood that Wang Chaofan was worried that if he exposed his identity as a Chinese man and came to rescue him, then these terrorists would inevitably vent the hatred of these dead comrades on him and Wang Chaofan.
In order to save his own life, this second-generation heir didn't hesitate to sell his life as an agent. It was simply despicable and shameless!
But now, Jiang Cheng couldn't speak because he had been pressed to the ground, and his face was directly pressed to the ground.
The yellow sand was hot after being exposed to the sun for a whole morning. The temperature was at least 50 degrees. Jiang Cheng only felt that his face was burning with pain. His face felt like it was being roasted on a fire.
Moreover, these hateful terrorists were still pulling out the car fragment on his back, and the fragment was scraping his back.
At this moment, Jiang Cheng, a tough man, couldn't bear the bone-scraping pain anymore. His spine was held by the terrorists and kept scraping his spine. That kind of pain was really unbearable.
"Ah!"
He did not want Jiang Cheng to die, but Jiang Cheng had come to save him. He had killed so many people, so the terrorists would definitely not let him go. If he confessed that he had come to save him, then wouldn't he be beaten up again? Jiang Cheng's screams shook the heavens, and Wang Chaofan felt that it was especially ear-piercing when he heard it. He did not want Jiang Cheng to die, but Jiang Cheng had come to save him.
In the previous two rescue operations, every time someone came, he would be beaten up by the leader in front of him. He would be whipped, and the people would be dragged behind the car. All kinds of cruel methods were endless.
He didn't want to experience that kind of pain again. It had already happened twice, and he couldn't do it a third time. So this time, he must kill the agent in front of him before he confessed.
And the best way to kill him was to let these terrorists kill him.
Sure enough, these terrorists were worthy of the title of scum. They actually picked up the fragment and scratched his back. Moreover, they scratched his back so badly that the bones seemed to be visible.
Wang Chaofan couldn't bear to continue watching. That kind of terror would make people have nightmares for the rest of their lives.
However, these terrorists were playing with relish. So many of their brothers had died just now. Now that they had finally caught this guy, they couldn't let him die so easily. They had to torture him.
Jiang Cheng had already lost consciousness at this time because he had already fainted from the pain. Guan Gong scraping bones to cure poison could only be a myth, that was definitely a myth. The pain and discomfort of scraping bones could be endured by ordinary people, but even a man like Jiang Cheng had already fainted from the pain.
When the terrorists saw that Jiang Cheng had actually fainted, they couldn't help but be a little angry. One of them took a bottle of gasoline and directly poured it on Jiang Cheng's face.
In a place like the Middle East, there was no shortage of oil, crude oil, diesel, and so on. As liquid gold, who in the Middle East didn't carry some with them?
The advantage of mechanization was that they could move their positions at any time, making it difficult for the air forces of the world to lock onto their targets.
Therefore, gasoline was a must.
A bottle of gasoline was poured down, and Jiang Cheng woke up again.
The pain on his back was still there, but it was much better than before. These scumbags had actually stopped.
However, Jiang Cheng didn't think that these guys would let him go out of goodwill. This was because he discovered that his entire body was covered in gasoline, and in front of him, one person was holding a lighter, and the other was holding a camera.
Jiang Cheng instantly understood that these guys were planning to burn him to death.
"F * ck, if you have the ability, then f * cking shoot me. F * ck your eighteen generations of ancestors!" Jiang Cheng felt a trace of despair. He didn't expect that he would fail in such a simple task. This rescue operation had rashly attacked without any backup, causing him to fall into a desperate situation.
Jiang Cheng suddenly felt that his doomsday had arrived. The man in front of him had a look of ridicule in his eyes, and the lighter in his hand had already been turned on.
"It's over, wife, I'm going to die!" This was Jiang Cheng's first thought. The first thing he thought of was Mino, who was far away at home.
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