Beretta's 92 bullet sliced through the officer's pants, ripping off a small piece of flesh, and the sharp sting made him howl again.
"Ask again, what's your name" The old fish fiddled with Beretta 92, pointed at the rebel officer again, and pouted: "I'm old, my eyes are not good, not every time I am so accurate, if I don't make a mistake, it will hit you in the root of your life." ” The old fish held the gun as he spoke, and kept swinging his head to change the angle, squinting one eye, looking very exaggerated and serious aiming.
The rebel officer felt a chill at the base of his thigh, and even had a little urge to urinate, killing people was not enough, and it was the most painful thing for a man to lose his life.
Sweat oozed densely from his forehead, and after five seconds, he finally panicked and shouted in some collapse: "Don't shoot, don't shoot, my name is Sancho, my name is Sancho" The old fish smiled with satisfaction, he squatted down, pinched Morris's arm, and turned around to see that there was a spider with cicada-like wings tattooed on the triceps of his big arm, which was in a strange shape.
"Retired officer of the Nigerian special forces" he recognized the particular tattoo and smiled: "You are now a member of the skeleton regiment" Sancho screamed in pain twice, his eyes rolled slightly, he looked at Lao Yu, and then at Long Yun and the Duke and the crosshairs behind him, and noticed that the equipment of these people was no worse than the serious American special forces, nor did they look like ordinary mercenaries of Magnum Company, ordinary mercenaries were absolutely reluctant to use this kind of 4A1 of more than 10,000 dollars on the black market, only the elite mercenaries of Magnum Company would have such sophisticated equipment.
"You guys are members of the ghost group," Sancho gasped as a terrifying code name came to mind.
Lao Yu nodded and said, "Yes, your eyes are not white, it seems that you are not in vain in the Nigerian special forces."
To answer my question, are you from the Skeleton Regiment?"
Sancho's lips turned dead pale and he couldn't help but shudder twice.
The Ghost Squad is a terrible nightmare for the Ghost Cell, which is a terrifying nightmare for every rebel officer and soldier who is known to the Union Front rebels in Sierra Leone.
Legend has it that as long as it falls into the hands of the ghost team, no one will be able to grit their teeth and survive to the end from the hands of these demonic elite mercenaries, and even if they are released in the end, they will go crazy.
Sancho admits that he is not afraid of death, he can join the Nigerian special forces as a soldier, and after retiring from the army, he joined the ranks of African mercenaries, and fought in the war-torn Sierra Leone for several years.
Just like he treated the villagers cruelly, he often cut off people's hands and feet, this kind of thing has long been accustomed to him.
He's definitely the kind of person who doesn't take other people's lives seriously.
If you don't take other people's lives seriously, you naturally won't take your own lives seriously.
But for some reason, Sancho was inexplicably afraid, a strange fear sprouted from the bottom of his heart, burrowed into his brain, and the so-called courage had already struggled to escape from the pores, and was completely discharged.
"It's the captain of the skeleton regiment," he said as he lowered his head, not daring to look at the old fish, especially every time his gaze crossed the old fish and saw Long Yun standing behind him, his heart seemed to be held by a hand, and it was tightly shrunk into a ball.
Long Yun was very leisurely, getting a dwarf tree melon from the side of the village, and using an ATAK tactical assault knife to cut off the flesh piece by piece and stuff it into his mouth.
Sancho knew that the reason why the ghost team was called the ghost team was not because of the middle-aged man named Lao Yu in front of him, but because of the long cloud codenamed Ghost standing behind him.
There is a legend circulating in the rebel camp that this Chinese, codenamed Ghost, is an extremely cruel miscellaneous, master of extorting confessions, good at some bizarre torture methods, falling into his hands, more terrible than going to hell.
Lao Yu saw that Sancho noticed Long Yun, so he suddenly pointed to Long Yun behind him and asked Morris: "Do you know who he is?"
Sancho didn't dare to look directly, and replied intermittently: "I know it's a ghost" Lao Yu nodded with satisfaction and said, "I'll ask you a few questions now, if you answer honestly, I can not kill you, if you don't cooperate obediently, I won't have time to waste with you, just hand you over to him" said and pointed to Long Yun behind him.
Qiao San shuddered, but still didn't say anything.
"What is the purpose of your coming here" Lao Yu gently removed the silencer on the pistol and put it into the bag of the tactical vest, and asked: "As far as I know, the vicinity of Bocheng Town is a poor mining area, and the people of your Alliance Front have always been not interested here, why did you send you over the large army behind you today, how many people are deployed where?"
Qiao San looked at the ground, avoided the weight and said lightly: "We just happened to pass by and there was no one else" Lao Yu stood up, didn't want to talk to him anymore, raised his hand and looked at his watch, and said to Long Yun: "You have twenty minutes to pry his mouth open, get the information as soon as possible and leave here, this guy is not telling the truth, there must be a large army behind, I am afraid that there will be variables if it drags on." 4a1 handed it to the duke beside him, stepped forward and grabbed Maurice by the collar, dragging him into his hut like a broken sack.
Sancho cried out like a pig: "Kill me, kill me" No one paid attention to him, and the duke held Long Yun's gun to his chest and looked at the panicked Sancho with a grin; The crosshair took out a new chewing gum and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it with a relaxed and happy expression.
Sancho was completely desperate in his heart, the people in front of him were simply cold-blooded animals, but the mercenaries in Africa were not cruel and ruthless The wooden door slammed shut, and everything fell silent.
Sancho, who had been dragged into the house, screamed a few times, then like a pig that had been drained of blood, and then hissed and gradually subdued, and there was no more movement.
The crosshair craned his neck and looked in the direction of the house, showing great interest in Long Yun's interrogation.
But the ghost team had a rule from the beginning of its establishment, and when Long Yun interrogated the captives, no one else could be present.
So even if the crosshair is Long Yun's teammate, he doesn't know what means he used to make the captives who fell into his hands break down because of fear and say everything.
After being quiet for a while, there was a heart-rending scream in the room, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and quietly moved a few steps in the direction of the house.
The old fish unloaded the magazine, pulled the pistol safe, and said coldly: "Crosshair, the old problem of curiosity has been committed again."
The crosshair stopped, smiled and turned his head, "Boss, I just want to see how the ghost coerces a confession." ” The old fish said expressionlessly: "You know the rules of the team, don't ask some things if you shouldn't ask." ” Seeing that the old fish's face was cold, he quickly turned back to the place and continued to smile and said, "I'm just curious" After a while, he still couldn't suppress his curiosity, and knocked on the side: "Boss, do you know how this kid is interrogated by ghosts, why every time the subject of the interrogation screams so badly, and when he comes out, there is no scar on his body, and this method is too high, I plan to learn a few hands." ” Lao Yu put the pistol in the holster on his chest, took out a cigarette and lit it, spewed a puff of white mist, and a smile rose at the corner of his mouth: "Crosshair, you can't learn it" The crosshairs felt underestimated by the old fish, a little embarrassed, and snorted: "I may not have that ability if you let me engage in high-tech, but let me learn to extract confessions, I'm afraid it won't be difficult for me."
At this time, the old fish's mouth seemed to be zipped, and he no longer paid attention to the crosshair.
The crosshairs god chattered for a long time, and when he saw that the old fish didn't react, he changed his words again: "Boss, I heard that this kid is a half-monk, what did he do before?"
The duke couldn't help it, and interjected: "Crosshair, didn't the ghost himself say it last time, he was a crew member before he became a mercenary." ” The crosshairs were stunned for a moment, and then they laughed, laughing for a while, and they were about to laugh.
"Don't tease the crew" The crosshairs bent over with a smile while holding the sniper rifle, and said: "A crew member, you can have this kind of ability, he said that you actually believe it hahahaha, look at our team, the leader is the task force of the Extralegal Corps, and he has been in the elite Foreign Legion of South Africa, what about you, your Duke is a commando of the South African Defense Forces, and the poet is a German border guard, the polar bear is from the 6th Army of the former Soviet Union, and later mixed with the Chechen guerrillas, I was also the number one killer in the South African gangsters back then, except for the man Julia is also a half-monk, But they came out of the Somali tribes that fought and ate at war, do you believe that the ghost, a Chinese sailor, can become a legend among African mercenaries in a short period of time, do you really believe it," he said and continued to laugh.
The old fish sighed and said, "Crosshair, do you know the angel operation in Somalia two years ago?"
The crosshair stopped laughing and looked proud: "I know, although I just joined the mercenary circle at that time, this task was given a very high reward at that time.
I heard that the daughter of a rich American fire dealer was kidnapped by tribal soldiers, and the U.S. government has been reluctant to get involved in Somalia since Irene in 93, so the rich Yankee approached our company and paid a lot of money.
But in the end, although the people were rescued, the 5o people sent to die were left with you, and only Lao Yu escaped with the hostages, right, boss, to be honest, I admired you so much after that time, so you said at the time that you wanted to get a team to be an independent contractor, and I immediately took the initiative to join the gang. ” Lao Yu said coldly: "You are wrong, in addition to me and the Yankee's daughter, there is another person who escaped with me." ” The crosshair was obviously surprised, and he really didn't know there was such a version.
"It won't be a ghost, this kid won't be":