"Tell me, who the hell are you and why do you have a gun?"
he said, just as the guys roared at him.
The jet-black muzzle of the gun was pressed against his head.
When the messenger in front of him was suddenly caught, he knew that these guys were extremely brutal, and if they caught you, whether you were wronged or not, you would be killed no matter what happened.
So the moment he was caught, he didn't think he was still alive.
At this moment, he slowly got up from the ground.
The moment he got up, he had already made the decision to die, and saw the opportunity to lunge towards an unsuspecting guard.
The guard didn't notice that he was thrown to the ground in one fell swoop, and let out a scream of pain from his mouth.
The messenger reached for his gun when he knocked down one of the guards, but as soon as one hand touched the gun, he heard a thud, and one of the guards behind him slammed the butt of an automatic rifle on the back of his head.
Then the messenger fainted when he felt that his eyes were dark.
The blood bubbling from his head was grabbed by the two guards with one leg dragged towards the inside.
The famous Somali prison is mostly occupied by party rebels.
This famous Somali prison was built by the general, and most of the people in it made it out alive, and even if they did, they would probably be tortured into human form.
And the messenger is being held in this dark Somali prison.
Inside the prison you can hear screams and the sound of whips hitting human flesh.
There was also a terrible cry.
I saw that in a dark room inside, there were two naked men guarding there.
Inside the little dark room was the one who had been captured.
His hands were hanging alive, his entire upper body had been stripped naked, and the bleeding from the beating on the back of his head was still faintly bleeding.
I'm still in a coma there.
While he was unconscious, several people walked in from outside.
With the sound of leather boots stepping on the cold stone floor, I gradually saw a few people walking in with a few soldiers of the Dead Corps under their hands.
There was a thud, and the small iron door was slammed open.
At the moment when it was opened, the dim light inside lit up with a dim light.
Looking through the dim light, I saw that standing in front of the hanging messenger was the general, the bad guy who ruled almost all of Somalia.
His cold face was followed by 4 soldiers of the Legion of the Dead with strange patterns painted on their faces.
"Wake him up."
I only heard the general in front of me suddenly say coldly.
One of his men nodded quickly, then grabbed a basin of water beside him, and with a bang, the bucket was splashed towards the messenger.
The messenger was poured cold water on his body, and he instantly sobered up.
He shook his head, blinked, and saw the most vicious general in Somalia.
I immediately wanted to run away, but I didn't expect that I had already been hung up tightly.
He struggled desperately, but the chains that bound his wrists were unbreakable anyway.
Not only did he despair all at once.
I saw that the general in front of him was looking at him with a vicious smile.
"You're from the Merka base," a sentence suddenly came out of the mouth of the general in front of him.
After he said this, the messenger glared at him with red eyes and vicious eyes.
"I, I'm not," He cried out, "You don't dare to lie to me.
I'll tell you, what I ask you, you'd better be honest about what you want to do, or I'll make life worse than death," only to hear the general in front of him say fiercely.
After the general said this, the messenger was suddenly afraid, he was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that he might not be alive as well as dead.
On the other side yelled, "I'm not, I'm really not." ” "Cut off his ears for me, and I'll see how long he can hold on."
I only listened to the general's fierce words.
After he said this, a Somali soldier with a strange pattern on his face behind him directly pulled out a cold dagger on his body, strode forward, grabbed the messenger's ear with one hand, and cut the cold dagger in the other hand directly towards the messenger.
The guy was yelling hoarsely.
"No, don't.
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"The whole body was struggling there.
But his cry was so pale and weak.
There was a thud, and the messenger's entire ear was cut off.
With a miserable scream, blood ran down his ears and covered his entire face.
He screamed in pain, but the general in front of him, and his men, didn't even have the slightest expression, as if cutting off one of his ears was an ordinary thing that could no longer be normal.
"If you don't admit it, I'll cut off your other ear, and then gouge out your eyeballs, and I'll let you live better than die."
I only heard the general sneer.
There was a cold ruthlessness in his voice.
The Somali man, who was almost dying in pain, was covered in blood at the moment, but he was still there.
He knew that he was going to die today no matter what, so he only had one thought now, that is, to die sooner and die a little less painfully.
"Bastard, bastard, have the ability to kill me, you demons."
He was roaring there like crazy.
His face was covered with hideous blood, and it looked unusually terrifying, and he roared there one after another.
I just heard that the general was angry at this moment.
"Chop off his fingers for me."
I only heard the general suddenly say coldly.
After he gave the order, the messenger was stunned.
"No, no, don't."
Ahh I saw the soldier who stepped forward, and chopped off the two fingers of the messenger alive with a sword.
The messenger was in pain as if he were dying, and he cried out in the thrizzles.
"I say, I say."
He finally relented.
He couldn't bear this harsh and cruel treatment anymore, he had no choice but to recruit.
As he was dying, the general smiled.
"Okay, you say, are you from Al-Qaeda in Merca?"
the general asked coldly.
The messenger looked dying by the moment, shaking his bloodstained face slightly.
"I, I am."
He said
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