Six days later, the execution room of the Death Angel Area A headquarters.
Caesar knelt on the wet cement floor, his hands hanging tightly by two thick iron chains, the roots of which were firmly buckled at his collarbones.
At this time, Caesar had long lost his previous pride, and his dull eyes showed the deepest despair.
Behind the huge SLR mirror glass on the wall of the torture room, Fagan was leisurely putting his legs on the table.
Next to him stood a calm-looking Fan.
"You're very good."
Fagan lit a cigarette for himself.
"It's because he underestimated the enemy," Fan replied.
Fagan glanced at Van with interest, seeming a little surprised by his modesty.
"Have you met Yang Feng?"
Fei Gen blew out a smoke ring and said casually.
Fan's heart suddenly shrank and his breathing became slightly rapid, but he quickly forced himself to calm down.
"Major General, I don't understand what you are talking about."
Fagan smiled softly, "Don't be afraid, it's just you and me here."
Fagan took another deep drag on his cigarette and said, "Do you think he has any hope of overthrowing the organization?"
After hearing this, Fan calmed down.
Since Feigen had confirmed that he had met Yang Feng, there was no need for him to hide it.
"I think not, my lord."
"Don't be restrained.
Didn't Rafe tell you that we are in the same boat?"
Fagan grinned slightly.
"Yang Feng is dangerous, my lord."
Fan replied, choosing to avoid a direct answer.
"Ah, this is something that every one of us knows.
You must know that the organization has arrested him countless times, but now, instead of being in any danger, he has walked into the organization with great swagger."
Feigen sneered.
He curled his lips, seeming ashamed of the organization's incompetence.
"Now do you think he has any hope of overthrowing the organization?"
Fagan asked again.
Fan could only choose to remain silent at this time.
It was not his turn to comment on matters of this level.
Fagan smiled faintly and waved his hand, "Work hard.
When one day you become a major general, you will be qualified to make your own decisions on some matters.
I believe that this day will not be long."
This is a naked solicitation.
Even Fagan, who has always thought highly of himself, can't help but be moved by the abilities that Fan possesses.
With only one lightsaber, Van can successfully defeat an imperial terraformer who holds a weapon and holds a title.
This is a shocking thing in itself, and more importantly, Caesar's The actual level is the fourth level of the Empire's Cyborg Warrior, which is one level higher than Fan, who is still the three-winged angel of death.
"You have half an hour to interrogate your defeated general.
As for what kind of information you will get, it's all up to you.
This can be regarded as my trust in you and a small reward.
But you only have 10 minutes.
It's time.
It's time for him to die."
Fagan threw the cigarette butt on the ground and blew out the last puff of smoke.
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Fan was the only one left in the empty interrogation room.
His intuition told him that he had been surrounded by an invisible undercurrent, and the only thing that could break through this undercurrent was strength, absolute strength.
At this moment, Fan's will to become stronger was so strong that he hated this feeling of being in the middle of things and being helpless.
Van then pushed open the inner door of the interrogation room and slowly approached Caesar, who was almost exhausted.
"You get nothing from me, you get nothing from me."
Caesar's weak tone completely lost the pride.
It's hard to imagine what happened to him in such a short period of time to almost completely destroy his will.
"That's what they can't get, but it doesn't represent me."
Fan gently squatted in front of Caesar.
"You" Caesar almost used all his strength to raise his head.
When he saw the face of the person clearly, there was a little complexity in his lifeless eyes.
"You can't get the skill of gun fighting.
This is the glory of all imperial nobles.
It lives with me and will accompany me to death.
This is the last glory of all imperial nobles.
It is a will that cannot be destroyed by any means."
Caesar His expression was full of fanaticism, and his lifeless eyes contained only determination.
"No, I'm not interested in this."
Van interrupted Caesar calmly.
"I just want to know one thing, why did you go to that valley?
Tell me and I will give you a happy death."
"Do you want to know?"
Caesar asked softly.
Van nodded.
Caesar then chuckled sarcastically, "Even your best interrogator can't get the answer from me.
You think you can do it alone?"
"I think I can."
Van said calmly.
"Hahahaha."
Caesar hissed unpleasantly, as if he had heard the funniest joke.
"It's for a little girl, a little girl with purple eyes."
Van suddenly interrupted Caesar's laughter.
Caesar's laughter stopped suddenly, and there was still a little shock in his eyes.
Then he laughed again, trying to hide some truth in this way.
"Laugh, this is the last time you can laugh so indulgently."
Fan's tone was full of ridicule, "I can beat you once, I can beat you a second time, you will always be my subordinate.
Defeat."
"How dare you mock the great imperial nobles, you damn bug?"
Caesar shouted loudly.
These few words of Van almost destroyed his remaining pride.
"The great and the great are destined to crawl at my feet."
Van sneered coldly, and clasped his right hand tightly on Caesar's throat, "Go to hell, your men will soon accompany you."
"You" Caesar only said half of his words.
"Crack", the harsh sound of bone cracking echoed in the empty torture chamber.
Caesar weakly lowered his proud head, with a bit of unwillingness and anger still in his eyes.
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Until the last moment of his life, he wanted to escape from Brahma.
He regained his lost dignity, but his delusion was destined to be just a delusion, and he left even more without dignity.
Fan glanced coldly at Caesar, who had no heartbeat.
Originally, he was not sure about his guess, but Caesar's poor acting skills betrayed his heart.
This group of reformers from the empire was indeed for Hitomi.
They came from Hitomi, which can be guessed from the special purple goggles they wear.
Although their ultimate purpose is not clear, they at least gave Fan a direction.
Then Fan walked out of the interrogation room, because the mission notice that had just been issued was already ringing in his headset.
"Mission code: a-30-18.
Mission content, clear the known valley area.
Mission level evaluation c.
According to the reconnaissance information obtained from da-7c-001, it is known that there are ten to twenty low-armed Imperials in the area Transform humans and hundreds of other lower-level humans.
Detailed mission information is as follows."
The four-person team headed by Fan stood in a row and fought side by side with serious expressions.
What appeared in front of them was a topographic map of the interior of the valley drawn by Fan.
The topographic map clearly indicated all the checkpoints and vantage points that needed attention.
When the mission report was completely over, the expressions of the other three people except Fan were a little excited.
"The reformer from the empire, now he has something to play with," Art said excitedly.
"Maybe we can also experience the power of gun fighting from the empire."
"Hmph, save it.
The only people who can use gun fighting are the so-called imperial nobles.
It's already difficult to deal with just one such person.
Otherwise, we wouldn't be sending out just a few of us to fight against so many imperial transformations.
Man."
Mu glanced at the excited Art.
"What's the matter?
Anyway, we have a leader."
Art shook his head nonchalantly.
"Hmph."
This time it was Mandala's turn to hum in dissatisfaction.
"There's also a mandala."
Art quickly added.
Compared with these three slightly excited people, Fan's expression was a little gloomy.
Underneath these plain words of clearing the known valley area, there was cruel blood hidden.
In the Angel of Death's mission announcements, any word "clean" is used, which means that the corresponding area must be thoroughly cleaned, whether it is ordinary people, transformed people, or even captive livestock.
As long as they are living creatures, they will be killed.
This is what the word "clear" means.
It's not that Fan has never performed such tasks, but compared with his previous self, he suddenly felt a heavy sense of depression in his heart.
At this moment, what kept flashing in his mind was a pair of pure and immature purple eyes
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