Chapter 1229

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

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

"OK, you win if you speak in three minutes." Mister still knows a lot about the people in the Caucasus. The character of the ethnic minorities living here is as hard as the stones in the mountains.

He thought Johar was not so easy to speak, but he thought Yushchenko's interrogation method was quite novel.

"Big maozi can always think of some incredible ways." he couldn't help sighing, and he didn't know whether to admire or ridicule.

Yushchenko, squatting in front of Johar, had no mercy in his eyes.

The cold and emotionless look like solid ice made Johar believe that the guy in front of him would really light himself like a candle and let the back kick to the cliff to hang the sky lamp.

The habitual fear and obedience to baskiev kept Johar from speaking at last.

Yushchenko's lighter gently "touched" Johar's feet, and Johar cried like a deer knocked down by a lion.

"Shit!" Mister frowned and exclaimed in a low voice. "This guy is serious."

Then Qin Fei saw that Yushchenko really kicked qiaohar on the waist and kicked the other party off the cliff like a bag of garbage.

Even though Qin Fei had been prepared, he still couldn't help knocking in his heart.

Johar screamed and fell down. I'm afraid even the villagers in the distant mountains can hear the frightened voice.

In the wilderness, ice and snow, Qin Fei can almost feel qiaohar's helplessness.

If you fall into the enemy's hand, the worst thing is that the opponent is still a hard hearted guy without mercy.

Mister raised his wrist and began to look at his watch. He murmured, "look, look, now start counting... 10 seconds... 20 seconds..."

As time passed, Qin Fei heard qiaohar scream under the cliff.

Think about it. It's really a terrible feeling.

The fire jumped up, so it wouldn't burn Johar's head or smoke his eyes, so the poor bastard almost looked at his lower body shrouded in the raging fire, and he could smell the burning smell of his skin and flesh in his nose.

OMG！

It was a terrible experience.

When Mister counted to the number of "60 seconds", Johar began to scream, his mouth was busy and began to surrender.

"I said, I said, I said --"

He seemed afraid that Yushchenko could not understand his own Ingushetia and repeated this sentence again and again.

"I know where he is, baskiev... Baskiev is in the village of chermaine, ten kilometers northwest of the valley town of kazkla near the Georgian border!"

"I hope you're telling the truth." Yushchenko stood at the edge of the cliff and bowed his head towards Johar hanging about ten meters away from the edge of the cliff. "Otherwise, I'll do what I just did again."

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

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

No one can stand the same torture again.

"Help me... The rope is going to break..." Joe Hal screamed and began to cry.

"Ah..." Mister was disappointed and glanced back at Qin Fei: "it seems that I overestimate the people here for more than 60 seconds... Falk, this guy is really a parallel product!"

Qin Fei was noncommittal and just smiled.

At least, now I really have the exact address of baskiev.

As long as we catch baskiev, we can at least follow this clue to find longyi Kawasaki.

Catching Kawasaki Ryuichi, destroying the XS gel explosive project seems to be done by hand.

From Somalia to here, the full name is Kawasaki longyi. He must know where all six transport planes have gone with explosives, explosive manufacturing equipment and experts.

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

Yushchenko extinguished the fire for him with snow, and this faint burning smell filled the air.

Johar lay on his back, motionless, weakly turning his eyes and 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 gave a sharp scream.

Then there was a series of wails.

Yushchenko pulled out the multifunctional dagger and broke the rope with the pliers on it.

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

"Ow --"

Johar kept pounding the ground with his fist. He felt like thousands of needles stabbing the pain nerve at the same time.

Suddenly there was the sound of the engine in the distance, and the sound of the car tire rolling on the snow.

"Someone!"

The three became alert. Yushchenko dragged Johar, who could not move, and dragged him into the snow nest behind the hill.

Qin Fei put on the night vision instrument. In his sight, a pile of armed motorcade with lights off slowly drove here.

"It's our people."

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

"Just now." Mister snorted and said coarsely, "I admire your alpha special forces. If you do it, the enemy will never live."

Yushchenko was annoyed by his boasting and damaging words. He snorted at Mister without saying anything. He got up and went out, stood on the road, took out the IR light, and turned it on and off twice.

Soon, the team also flashed two red lights in response.

It's my own, that's right.

This IR lamp has a fixed optical frequency and can emit both invisible and visible light. Usually, in secret operations, this lamp will be installed on the chute of the helmet and then used for friend or foe identification.

The motorcade soon came to a stop in front of the three.

Michelle was the first to jump out of the car.

"Qin, I heard you met baskiev's firing squad. Where are they?"

"Three were killed, one exploded, and another is here." Qin Fei turned and pointed to the mountain bag, "but I think it's almost going to hang up. If you can send it to the hospital now, it's estimated that it will be saved."

"Seriously injured?" Michelle's face changed. Today, she led an alpha team to pursue the deliveryman. As a result, after the exchange of fire, only one was still angry. Now she is still lying in the hospital like a fool, full of pipes. She can't open her mouth at all. It's no different from the dead.

I just received a notification from Yushchenko that there had been a fire with the firing squad and that some people had been captured alive.

I thought I could get some useful clues, but I didn't expect another seriously wounded.

"Damn it!" she couldn't help stamping her feet and lost her temper at Yushchenko: "can your people learn what it means to stay alive? Can't you run for human life as soon as you go up? You're a member of the special forces, not a fucking killer!"

Women swear at their mothers. They don't have a lasting appeal.

Yushchenko ignored Michelle and walked to the team. He took the walkie talkie of the car radio from one of the officers and began to report to Colonel Alexander Kovic.

Mister smiled and looked at the angry Michelle. Finally, he couldn't help but advise: "major, I'm hurt, but I got the information. Now we know where baskiev is."