Chapter 979: Those things you don’t know, tragic

Chapter 979, Things You Don't Know, Tragic
"Damn thing, did he still say nothing? You are the worst mercenary I have ever seen, the most useless interrogation!" Someone shouted in English outside, and the third day, his patience On the verge of the edge, you will run away at any time.
The big beard man who had left his chest looked at the government official who was furious about himself. The sullen eyes flashed a bit of fierceness. "Oh, it seems that your government has a way, then sir, I put him. Give it to you."
The man wore white robes, white wide-leg trousers, and the facial features were the faces of Central Asia. He raised his hand, and several mercenaries wearing desert camouflage bulletproof vests came over, tall and high, all holding A(K)47. The assault rifle stood behind the man.
When the military officer from the government saw it, he immediately took a step back and watched the senior officer in the ST mercenary. He said: "No, we don't need him. We just need to ask which country he is." Soldier, Sacra, we just need to know this, nothing more."
"I know, I have been working hard, but sometimes we can get what you want without our efforts." Sacra can still smile and point to the captive inside the closed iron gate. "See it." Sir, don't talk about letting him speak now, it's difficult for him to open his eyes."
"His wounds are not treated, oh, yes, you are not allowed to deal with wounds. Of course, we all agree to let him suffer a bit, but now he has no strength to speak, how do we know who the country is?"
"From the skin color, hair color, and twilight, we think he is Asian, and we know nothing more."
Sacra's words made the officers from the government army look tight. After a while, he showed a cold smile. "Trust me, I have a way to let him speak."
He waved a message to his and saw the fierceness and deepness in Sacra's eyes.
When the government army left to leave, he sneered: "Since you want to personally interrogate, I think, our employment money can also be collected in advance."
Referring to the employment fund, the official who came over on behalf of the government laughed happily. "Sacra, with our cooperation, I don't want to worry about it now. Please wait a moment, we will hear that guy soon. The sound is coming."
Interrogating a prisoner does not need to take care of anything, especially interrogating a guy who can't go back alive, as long as he gets what he wants to end him.
The employment relationship, the distrust, the unstable relationship... The third day, I began to interrogate myself. It seems that Sacra is not patient, but the government has lost patience.
After ten minutes, I heard footsteps, and then the locked iron door "squeaked open" four people came in.
"Wake him up." The government military officer's fierce opening, looking down at the captives who were wounded by gunfire, looked at the wound on K7's shoulder when his eyes saw a brutal smile on his face. Get up, step on the wound with the heel of the leather shoes, and twist your ankle to make the heel smash the wound.
This wound has not been bleeding any more, and it is crushed by a hard heel. The bright red blood and the layer of crusted and a bloodshot of the bloodshot, revealing a bright red and red scar.
K7 didn't move, it was like losing consciousness. It just locked his brows, like he was locked in his sleep because he was uncomfortable.
(End of this chapter)