"Mist." Qin Fei said, "I have a ruthless please."

"What kind of unrelenting invitation?" Mister frowned and looked at Qin Fei for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "You want to pull me into the group!?"

"That's right." Qin Fei said: "You also said that it is safe to make an appointment for the time being. My training camp there has thousands of mercenaries throughout the year, and the relationship with the Ministry of National Defense is also very good. Join We you can get asylum."

"Asylum?" Mister showed a row of white teeth and smiled. "It is not safe for people who were pursued by the Flying Eagle Project to hide wherever they are. I said, you don't even know who you are offending. ."

"Flying Eagle Project has developed to this day, and its organization is too large. In other words, this is no longer as simple as an organization. This is an ecosystem at the top of the food chain. In this ecosystem, or the richest and richest in the world A group of powerful people, they are also divided into grades and levels. Some small shrimps in that circle are outside the circle. In the eyes of ordinary people, they may be figures above the pinnacle, maybe the minister of a certain country, or which country they are. Member of Parliament, but in that circle, he may be just a little shrimp, understand?"

"They themselves don't know how deep the water in their ecosystem is. Some people don't even know who the person standing at the top of the pyramid is. They are just ordered to act like a hierarchical Illuminati. You think, offend. With such a person, will you still be safe on this planet?"

"But didn't you also live well? It's been two years since the accident, and you haven't crossed the street." Qin Fei smiled.

Mister said: "I have someone supporting me behind my back and covering me, otherwise I will die early. Of course, I will not reveal who is behind me. If one day I fall into the hands of the Flying Eagle organization, I I would rather commit suicide than tell the truth."

"I have no interest in whom you are loyal to." Qin Fei said: "There is an old saying that the enemy of the enemy is a friend. I think you and I have the same ultimate goal. In that case, why not work together? "

Mister squinted his head for a moment, waved his hand and said, "This matter, I'll talk about it later, can you let me see Dras now?"

"Of course, please." Qin Fei gave way to the top of the building, and exhorted: "But there is one thing, I hope you will save your life to Delas, this person, I still have use."

"What's the use of this kind of human dregs?" Mister disapproved. "The people I tracked down before, as long as I get the information I want, I will kill them immediately. This kind of people staying in the world is a waste of food. ."

After all, walked straight to the top of the building.

Qin Fei thinks this former Delta member is really interesting. Perhaps because of the nature of their troops, they have to sneak into the enemy's rear lonely all the year round, and they perform some extremely dangerous tasks, which has caused rebellious character and a little maverick in their behavior.

Mister went upstairs, Kun guessed at him, and then looked at Qin Fei behind Mister.

Qin Fei lost a look and motioned to give Dras to Mister.

Kun Guai did so and stepped aside.

Delas was already awake.

But he hasn't figured out what happened. Now the opposition lawmaker, who is usually full of seriousness and impassioned and righteous, is embarrassed like a tramp on the street.

During the time Qin Fei was talking with Mister, he kept begging Kun Gu to let him go. Because his hands were tied to death, Delas was lying on the ground like a maggot, wriggling to Kun. At the feet of Guess, he barely stretched his tongue to lick the upper of Kun Guess' combat boots.

Kun Guai has a good relationship with the sight. This time the sight is framed by Delas, how can he easily spare this old thing?

Although Qin Fei had confessed that he could not slap Delas hard before he was interrogated, Chang Chang's slap in the face was fine.

Kun Guai's hand was a little heavier, and Delas’s cheeks were already swollen, and his tears and nose dripped down and stuck to his face, and then stuck to the dust on the ground. One face was yellow and white, and one piece was black. Out-and-out big painted face.

"I beg you... please..."

Delas kept kowtow begging for mercy.

Mister walked to him, squatted down, looked at the already embarrassed Senator and asked: "I ask questions very quickly, and I won't repeat too much, because I personally don't have much patience, you know?"

"Know...Know..." Delas was trembling all over, like sifting chaff.

"You are responsible for receiving the **** delivered from the Port-au-Prince military base in Haiti, right?" Mistre asked straight ahead.

Delas rolled his eyes steadily, and didn't answer right away.

Mister took a sharp knife from his trouser pocket, opened it, and gently placed the blade on Delas's neck.

The sharp blade pressed a shallow hole in Delas's skin, oozing a little blood.

Delas felt like an ant bite gently on his neck, and he felt the cold feeling.

"No... don't..."

"Ask again, are you responsible for receiving it and then assigning it to the drug dealers to your black policemen?"

"Yes...yes...it's me, I damn..." Delas pleaded, "It's me who is obsessed with..."

"Don't tell me this." Mister continued to ask straightforwardly: "Ask one more question, and when I'm done, I'll let you go."

"Are you really letting me go?" Delas seemed to see hope, and his eyes sparkled.

"Of course." Mister said, "I have no grudges against you~lightnovelpub.net~ You ask... I said..." Delas struggled, moving his body and half sitting up.

"Who connected with you? Who is responsible for sending the goods here?"

Delas shook his head desperately: "I really don't know, I don't know..."

"It looks like you really don't intend to cooperate with me?" Mistor put the folding knife on Delas's suit and pulled it slightly, and the fabric of the suit suddenly cracked: "I don't need this. With the knife against you, the taste of being cut off from the body piece by piece is more uncomfortable than death."

Delas's face paled in shock.

"I really don’t know. He didn’t say his name every time he came. He only used a letter d to represent himself. We all call him Mr. D, and he wears the same clothes as you. Nothing special. I don’t even know. He belongs to that department..."

Mister nodded: "I believe you are telling the truth, but don't worry, I know you won't know his name, but I have something here..."

He took out several stacked photos from his pocket, unfolded them in front of Drasmi like playing cards, then took out the phone, turned on the flashlight function, and followed the photos.

"I know that Mr. D is in these photos. This should not be wrong. I don't need you to tell me what his name is or what his military rank and position is. I only need you to select him from among these people. can."

Mister said: "After all this, I promise not to kill you."

Delas looked pale at the photos in front of him, his eyes swept from the first to the last chapter.

The more he looked, the paler his face became.

"What? Don't tell you that you have Alzheimer's disease, you don't remember anything." Mister's tone was full of threats.

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