Battlefield Contract Worker

phone-reading

"Who the **** are you?" Sergey said solemnly. just fall in love

The man in the black suit who looked like a bodyguard shrugged and sneered, "Armed Forces of Colombia, Third Column of the Fifth Group, Lieutenant Colonel Jensen. I've been waiting for you for a long time. I know someone will come to the rescue, but your operational efficiency is really impressive. People were surprised. It almost caught me off guard, bypassing most of my vigilance forces and finding it directly. It’s not a skill.”

Sergey cursed in a low voice.

Jensen ignored him and said coldly, "Who are you? I can see that you are not from the government army. Your outfit should not be a military personnel, but a mercenary, right?"

"Is this an interrogation?" Sergey sneered. "You know what? You make me feel like I've been tricked. It's been a long time since no one has lied to me like that, like a certain **** from a long time ago. It really makes me ignite."

"I can make you even more angry." Jensen opened the cell door and walked outside, shrugging as he saw Sergey with one hand hanging from the door. "I'm going to kill all of you guys. Then I'll take them outside and shoot them one by one, film the whole process on video, and post it on the Internet. What do you think of this idea? You'll become a big star with tens of millions of hits, because you It's going to be a shooting reality show."

"Really, please make me more handsome. Also, is there a performance fee?" Sergey said with a smile.

Jason raised his hand and squeezed his chin, shouting, "Don't be slick. Find out the situation, now you're in my hands."

"You only caught me alone, it's not a success." Sergey glared at him and said.

"That's right, so tell me where the others are?" Jensen let go of Sergey.

Sergey closed his eyes and said nothing, and the dead pig sang a Russian folk song in a low voice, not afraid of the boiling water.

"There are seeds, I like seeds." Jason nodded and punched Sergey in the face. Sergey stumbled, handcuffed to the door and unable to move. With one hand alone, he couldn't fight Jensen at all. He was punched to the bone, and his face was covered in blood.

Jason said anxiously, "Where are your accomplices? Where are those people?!"

Sergey opened the corners of his swollen eyes and smiled coldly, "I don't like being beaten at all, because when I was young, I was beaten every day. The worst one was when I was about nine years old. I just stole some bread. One guy broke several ribs and broke my arm. I lay in the garbage and nearly died that cold winter. So I swear later, whoever hits me, has to pay the price ."

The look in his eyes made Jensen feel a chill, so in order to strengthen his courage, Jensen punched Sergey in the stomach again. "and then?"

"Then...when I was healed, I killed him. I stabbed him more than two hundred times with a knife. By the end, my hands were soft. I almost smashed his stomach. I was disgusted. I vomited for a long time until the police surrounded me." Sergey grinned, "Guess what will happen to you in the end?"

"Are you frightening me?" Jason laughed wildly. "You think I'm so easily frightened?" Sergey added a lot of scars, but there was an unyielding wildness in his eyes.

This look made Jensen extremely uncomfortable, just when he stopped and planned to take a break. Sergey turned around suddenly, the handcuffs that were cuffing the door had been undone by him at some point.

The shiny chain of handcuffs quickly wrapped around Jensen's neck, and Sergey turned abruptly, carrying Jensen behind his back. The chain of the handcuffs gradually tightened, and Sergey bent forward so that Jensen's feet could not touch the ground. Jason was caught by the chain of the handcuffs around his throat, and Sergey was carrying him on his back. He danced and struggled.

Sergey said nothing, and gradually tightened the handcuffs. The blood on his face kept dripping under his feet. Both Sergey and Jensen were panting, the difference being that Jensen's breathing was getting weaker.

Finally Sergey loosened the handcuffs, and by this time Jensen was out of breath. Sergey wiped the blood from his face with his arm and said calmly, "You are too self-righteous, I can open the handcuffs with one hand. As long as there is one wire, I can pry open most types of handcuffs in the world."

He sat down to catch his breath, and Jensen had done him quite a bit of damage. As long as he breathes now, his chest hurts.

Jensen made a mistake. After catching Sergey, he was too proud. If he can inform others in time, Sergey should have no chance. But Jensen thinks he's handcuffed Sergey to the door, so there's no chance he'll ever have another chance at a comeback. So instead of calling others, he prepared to interrogate Jensen alone.

Of course, this also has something to do with Sergey deliberately provoking him. If it wasn't for Sergey to provoke him on purpose, Jensen wouldn't lose his cool and fight him~www.wuxiahere.com~ Sergey knew that he really took his life. But he also knew that the danger had not left and could happen again at any time.

So he dragged Jason back into the cell, closed the door again, and turned to look elsewhere.

This time he behaved well, he knew that such an important hostage must be watched by a special person. So he looked for those cells that were guarded. Suddenly he heard the sound of someone coming, and immediately turned to hide in the shadows.

The two armed men came over and said, "I seem to have heard the sound of fighting just now."

"Nonsense, this is a detention area. It's not a fight, it's torture." Another militant shrugged, "Isn't this very common?"

"That's right, it's the same hostage that was kidnapped yesterday, which made us nervous. What's your origin, the head of the group is so nervous? I thought it was the president himself." The man smiled.

"Not only here, but also the alert level outside has been raised to the wartime stage. It seems that this guy is not simple, but the people who can be locked here are not ordinary people. Maybe there is a lot of background." Molecule shrugged.

"Anyway, pay more attention to this area." Another militant nodded.

Sergey slowly revealed his scarred face in the shadows on the side of the mountain, and silently followed behind the two Colombian militants. Walking forward, he knew that as long as he followed these two guards, he would be able to track down the target person's location.

This is indeed the case. After ten minutes, he did find the target person's prison location. Sergey looked at his watch, there was still one hour left in the agreed time, and he was not sure about saving people now. So he turned away, returning to the ventilation duct like a ghost. l3l4

(Sikushu)