Absolute Honor

"Bet you a hundred dollars." Mister didn't miss any chance to gamble with Qin Fei: "I bet Johar will speak within five minutes."

Qin Fei shook his head: "Three minutes, I bet for three minutes."

"Okay, you win in three minutes." Mister still has a certain understanding of the people on the Caucasus side. The minorities living here are as hard as the rocks in the mountains.

He thinks that Johar is not so easy to speak, but he thinks Yushchenko's interrogation method is quite novel.

"Da Maozi can always think of some incredible ways." He couldn't help but sigh, and he didn't know whether it was admiration or ridicule.

Yushchenko, who was squatting in front of Johar, didn't have a trace of pity in his eyes.

The indifferent and emotionless look like ice made Johar believe that the guy in front of him would really light himself like a candle, and kick him to the cliff to hang the sky lantern.

The habitual fear and obedience to Baskif made Johar never speak last.

Yushchenko’s lighter touched Johar’s foot lightly, and Johar wailed like a deer that was thrown down by a lion.

"Damn!" Mister couldn't help frowning, and exclaimed in a low voice, "This guy is really moving."

Then, Qin Fei saw Yushchenko really kicking on Johar's waist, kicking him down the cliff like a bag of garbage.

Even though Qin Fei had been mentally prepared for a long time, he still couldn't help but squat in his heart at this time.

Johar screamed and fell, and the sound of horror might even be heard by the villagers in the distant mountains.

In the wilderness, in the ice and snow, Qin Fei could almost feel the helplessness of Johar.

Falling into the opponent's hand, the worst thing is that the opponent is still a rock-hearted guy with no mercy.

Mister raised his wrist and started to look at the watch, and muttered: "Look, look, look, now it's time...10 seconds...20 seconds..."

Time was passing bit by bit, Qin Fei heard Johar screaming under the cliff.

Thinking about it, it was really a terrifying feeling.

The flames are flying upwards, so it won’t burn Johar’s head or injure his eyes, so this poor bug almost looks at his lower body in the raging fire, and he can smell it in his nose. The smell of burnt skin and flesh.

omg!

What a horrible experience.

When Mister counted to the value of "60 seconds," Johar began to scream and surrendered.

"I said I said I said—"

He seemed to be afraid that Yushchenko would not understand his Ingush language, repeating these words again and again.

"I know where he is, Baskif... Baskif is in the village of Chermene, ten kilometers northwest of the valley town of Kazkla near the Georgian border!"

"I hope you are telling the truth." Yushchenko stood on the edge of the cliff and bowed his head towards Johar, who was hanging about ten meters from the edge of the cliff, and said: "Otherwise I will do what I just did again."

"I didn't lie to you, I didn't lie to you! Ah-it hurts me to death, save me, pull me up! I won't lie to you! At least before dawn, he will be there!"

Johar's voice like killing a pig seemed to declare that he would never dare to lie.

No one can endure the same torture again.

"Help me... the rope is about to break..." Johar started to cry a little in his scream.

"Ah..." Mister was a little disappointed, and glanced back at Qin Fei: "It seems that I overestimate the person here. It's only more than sixty seconds...Fuck, this guy is really a parallel importer!"

Qin Fei was noncommittal, but just smiled.

At least, now I really got the exact address of Baskif.

As long as you catch Baskif, you can at least follow this clue to find Kawasaki Ryuichi.

Catch Kawasaki Ryuichi and destroy the xs gel explosive project seems to have come in handy.

From Somalia to here, the full name is Kawasaki Ryuichi transporting. He must know where all the six transport planes have taken explosives, explosives-making equipment, and experts.

Johar was pulled up from the cliff by Yushchenko like a half-dead fish.

Yushchenko used the snow to extinguish the fire, and this faint burnt smell filled the air.

Johar lay on his back on the ground, motionless, rolling his eyes weakly, looking around.

Yushchenko squatted down beside him and stretched out his hand to untie the rope for him. As soon as he touched Johar's feet, the other party let out a scream.

Then came a series of howls.

Yushchenko pulled out the multi-function dagger and used the pliers on it to cut the rope.

When the rope was taken off, Qin Fei saw that Qiaohar was almost burned into legs like roasted pig's feet. The camouflage pants had already been burned to ashes, and the rope was embedded in the flesh, almost torn off along with the skin. .

"Aw—"

Johar kept hitting the ground with his fist, the pain in the bone marrow felt like thousands of needles pierced the painful nerve at the same time.

Suddenly there was the sound of engines in the distance, and the sound of car tires rolling on the snow.

"Someone!"

The three suddenly became alert, Yushchenko dragged Johar, who was already immobile, and dragged him into the snow nest behind the small mountain bag.

Qin Fei put on his night vision goggles, and in his sight, a bunch of armed convoys with their lights off slowly approached here.

"It's our people."

Yushchenko suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to Qin Fei and said, "The people from the border camp are here."

"I'm just now." Mister snorted and said with some arrogance: "I really admire your Alpha Special Forces people. If you do, the enemy will never be able to keep alive."

Yushchenko's exaggeration and undermining made Yushchenko quite uncomfortable. He snorted at Mistor, said nothing, got up and walked out, stood on the road, took out the ir light, and turned it on and off twice.

Soon, the team flashed two red lights in response ~www.NovelMTL.com~ it was my own, that's right.

This kind of ir lamp has a fixed light frequency, which can emit two kinds of invisible light and visible light. Usually, this kind of lamp is installed on the chute of the helmet during secret operations, and then used for identification of friend or foe.

The convoy quickly came to a halt in front of the three.

Michelle was the first to jump out of the car.

"Qin, I heard that you met Baskif's firing squad, how about them?"

"Three were killed, one blew himself up, and one is here." Qin Fei turned and pointed to the mountain bag. "But I think it's about to die. If it can be sent to the hospital now, it might be rescued."

"Seriously injured?" Michelle's face changed. Today, she led an Alpha team to chase the delivery man. After the exchange of fire, only one person who was still alive was still lying in the hospital like a stupid man with a tube full of pipes. Can't speak, it's no different from the dead.

Just now I received a notification from Yushchenko, saying that the firing squad had already been handed over to the fire, and that some of them had been arrested alive.

I thought I could get some useful clues, but I didn't expect to be another seriously injured person.

"Damn it!" She couldn't help stomping her feet, and angered at Yushchenko: "Can you guys learn what is called keeping alive? Can you not just go to death as soon as you go up!? You are the **** special forces. Members, not **** killers!"

Women scold their mother, don't have a charm.

Yushchenko ignored Michelle and walked to the convoy exquisitely. He took the intercom of the car radio from one of the officers and began to report to Colonel Alexanderkovich.

Mister looked at the furious Michelle with a grin, and finally couldn't help but persuade: "Major, the man is injured, but the intelligence is available, we now know where Baskif is."

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