Signed In For Three Years And Became The Father Of Global Special Warfare

Chen Yuan, who has experienced many fights on the battlefield, knows the importance of time.

If you want to save people, speed will be the key. This is the time!

Chen Yuan's eyes suddenly became sharp, and his figure jumped out of the flowerbed instantly, his body arched, like a cheetah while hunting!

The body is almost close to the ground, using the flowers and steps around the flower bed to cover his figure.

Huh!

Chen Yuan stepped across the passage of the flower bed and rushed forward fast according to the previously planned route.

During the minute of observation, Chen Yuan had already planned his route, and had already calculated every step clearly.

Where to avoid the sight of the two guards at the front entrance and where to avoid the surveillance cameras, Chen Yuan had a calculation in his mind for every time he settled down.

Every time Chen Yuan jumps, he can perfectly avoid the surveillance camera shooting, and every drop point will not attract anyone's attention.

1 second, 2 seconds... 5 seconds!

Chen Yuan's figure was close to the ground, rushing to the bottom of the building with a broken line that was difficult to discover, until he leaned against an open window, without making any sound.

This office is where he chose to invade.

There are dark lights around the office, except for the lights in this room.

The window was open in the office, only a middle-aged man was sitting at the table with his back leaning against the window and eating, completely unaware of what was happening behind him.

Chen Yuan kicked hard with his right foot on the wall, and his body quickly jumped up with the rebounding force. With the help of the intermediate extreme climbing skills, when the first wave of power was exhausted, his left foot waited on the wall again, as if Parkour-like, the body jumped up again.

Huh!

When the body reached the highest point, Chen Yuan quickly stretched out his right hand, firmly grasped the edge of the window, with his arms hard, the whole person was like a smart monkey, and he turned directly into the office.

The whole process went smoothly without any pause. The most important thing was that the speed was too fast!

Even those who specialize in parkour came over, they couldn't keep up with Chen Yuan's speed.

Huh!

The moment Chen Yuan landed, the middle-aged man sitting at his desk and lowered his head to eat seemed to feel a slight breeze coming from behind.

He just raised his head, before seeing what was happening, a big hand stretched out, covering his mouth tightly so that he could not make any sound, and the other hand pinched his neck at the same time.

The middle-aged man felt that his neck was clamped tightly by iron clamps, and it was about to be crushed in the next moment. The crisis of death instantly enveloped his heart, and his face instantly became pale.

"Don't make any noises, do you know where the Yan nationality who was arrested by you is locked up?"

An indifferent voice rang in his ears, speaking a standard cowboy mandarin.

The middle-aged man nodded slowly, raised his right hand, pointed to the right of the office, and then stretched out four fingers to indicate a trace of the fourth room on the right.

Chen Yuan's sixth sense of war told him that this middle-aged man did not lie.

"You are honest."

In a word, the middle-aged man relaxed a little in an instant, and his body was paralyzed backward.

But the next second, there was a click.

Chen Yuan's right hand suddenly twisted, the middle-aged man's neck turned half a circle, and the incredible expression on his face was frozen there.

He probably didn't want to understand at all, with such strict monitoring outside, how did this person sneak in without knowing it?

He even couldn't understand, he had already told the truth, why he was still killed!

The agents of the Cowboy Country have said that as long as they tell the truth to the people of Yan Country, they can save their lives.

However, his doubts can only go to the god of death.

Chen Yuan quickly dragged the corpse to a corner to hide it, and then quickly came to the door, ready to fight.

At this time, there is only one last minute before the war front destroys the power supply system, and the entire security team building will be in chaos.

This is the best time for Chen Yuan to act!

Leaning to the front door, Chen Yuan felt like returning to the hell training camp.

Tensed and full of danger, there is a threat of death at all times. This environment can stimulate people's potential to the greatest extent.

Just when Chen Yuan was preparing to act, the fourth room on the right was the interrogation room of the security team, and the captured Yan Guo agent was indeed detained here.

Under the dim light, the interrogation room looked very gloomy.

On one side of the wall, there are various instruments of torture, whips, iron locks, iron rods, electric shocks...

The burning stove was placed in the middle of the room with a red-burning soldering iron on it.

A man covered in blood was tied to the iron frame in front of the stove.

He was densely covered with various wounds, some of which were already scabs, and some of them were slowly bleeding blood, looking incredibly hideous, as if he had just rushed over from a ghost gate.

His arms had long been interrupted, and he was hung on the shelf by the iron chain. The nails on his hands had been pulled out, and the blood was constantly flowing out, which made people feel palpitation!

The man had his head down, his mental state was very bad, but his eyes were full of anger, without the slightest despair.

In front of him, a burly man stood indifferently, holding a blood-stained whip in his hand.

This person is the CIA agent in charge of the interrogation, Robert of the Cowboy Country.

"Tell me, who killed the vulture a month ago? And the frogmen in area F?"

Roster spoke fluently in Yan Mandarin, and stared at the man in front of him.

"You have suffered a lot, don't continue to be stubborn! Put away your great self-movement, even if you die here, your country will not publicly recognize your existence, and your family will not even receive any compensate!"

"Now there are many people from Yanguo who take refuge in us. Many of them were as stubborn as you at the beginning and were unwilling to cooperate with us, but what about them now? Haven't they revealed their secrets and lived a happy life in the Cowboy Country? ?"

"Tell me everything you know. I still have hundreds of ways to torture you. We also have a long time to try, until you are willing to say what I want to know. "

"You don't have to imagine that someone can rescue you out. There are 500 people in this building. Only one person who rescues you will end up, and that is death!"

"I'll ask you again, who on earth killed the vulture and the two frogmen? Where is Yan Nation's stronghold in this city? Do you have any other companions?"

The dripping forceps lifted the man's head, and Rost looked at the blood-stained face and said coldly.

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