Chapter 126

He said a lot of Spanish I didn't understand, and stared at me fiercely. Although he didn't understand, he should be saying: "If you dare to touch me, you're dead. Do you know who my eldest brother is? It scares you to death. My eldest brother is the shoulder of this piece, called XXX. Those who know the truth quickly let me go, or you'll regret being born..."

He took the civil standard cz75 found from him, swung his arm around with a warm sleeve, knocked him hard on the mouth with a steel bottom, knocked out his two teeth, and asked gently in English: "what kind of English and Chinese do you know?"

He was stunned for a moment. After understanding my meaning, he changed to English and scolded: "son of a bitch, bastard..."

The more arrogant this guy is, the more amateur he is. At best, he's just fooling around in the gang and hasn't seen a real ruthless character. If a special forces or spy is caught, the first thing is to find out the identity of the other party and see if he has a chance to escape. The more he scolds, the faster he dies.

I didn't bother to listen to this guy helping me with English curse sentences. I put down the gun and tore off his clothes a few times, revealing his belly with a pinch of black hair. Then I firmly plugged his mouth with my torn vest. I took out the multifunctional magnifying glass for igniting fire and looking at military maps, adjusted the angle, and focused the strong sunlight into a spot on his stomach. He whined strangely The skin at that point in the cry quickly turned red and blistered, and there was a smell of barbecue in the air.

Gradually move the magnifying glass in your hand, step on his moving body with your feet, and say, "don't move, look, a good fuck just makes you fork."

At this time, he was sweating with pain. His fierce eyes had turned into a plea. At the same time, he kept nodding his head to let me take off the cloth from his mouth.

As soon as I took it down, he said, "good boy, you're cruel. Don't fall into my hands..."

I immediately closed my mouth, then opened his eyelids with my left hand, pressed his head and burned his eyes with a magnifying glass. He was so frightened that he closed his eyelids and nodded desperately. This time, after I took out his mouth, he didn't continue to scold. He just stared at me with half scared and half fierce eyes.

"Let's start with a simple one. Which gang are you from? How many members are there, how many people are there around here, and how about weapons and equipment?" I asked calmly.

Through his answer, I learned that this man is a member of the Juarez gang. His hometown is also in Juarez city. I have heard of this gang. It mainly deals with drug trafficking, but its sidelines such as murder, kidnapping and human trafficking are not bad. In Juarez City, where the gang's hometown is located, there are an average of seven murders every day. There are often blatant wars with the army for several years Tens of thousands of policemen and civilians died in the hands of gangs. No wonder the boy dared to speak out. It turned out that there was a backer behind him.

"Why do you cooperate with Tai Chi tiger?" I asked.

"Tai Chi tiger? What?" he tried to pretend to be confused, but his flashing eyes had betrayed him.

"Alas, why do you bother?" after saying that, I pulled the sleeve of cz75, pulled back and bounced out, grabbed it in the air, and his eyes began to look unnatural when he saw my action. Ignoring his reaction, I cut off the warhead with a military knife, stepped on his head side, and poured the gunpowder into his ears and eyes.

Then he raised the magnifying glass, shook it in front of him and said, "there is a saying in our traditional Chinese medicine that the seven orifices are connected. You know, I'm a practitioner with a strong thirst for knowledge. Now I ignite the gunpowder. If there are fireworks in your eyes, nose and mouth, it means it's really connected." then I immediately took the magnifying glass on it. He was so frightened that he shouted and said: "I said, I said, cooperation, cooperation. They helped us solve the leaders of rival gangs or senior government officials and train the military skills of gang members. We helped them get diamonds to the United States for processing and selling. In addition, we also arrested people from slums and sent them to work in their mines." He kept saying, speaking so fast that I thought he was a talk show host before he joined the gang.

"Where is the woman with short hair? How many people are there with her?" I put away the magnifying glass, took out the military knife, took the empty cartridge case and cut it in my hand, deliberately letting him see the sharpness of the high-quality military knife.

"There are eight people, seven men and one woman. I sent them food and water today, and some of the people in the car died in their hands. Now they should be in the basement, but a leader called to arrange for people from Juarez to pick them up." he said quickly, fearing to speak slowly and end up with the shell case cut into pieces.

What happened to the bodies in the car? I raised my finger to the van behind me and asked.

Their boss refused to help us process the blood diamonds from Africa. This time we killed them and gave a warning to other jewelers. This is the end of refusing to cooperate with our gangsters from Juarez. No wonder there is a saying in psychology that makes people relax. The guy was proud and didn't realize that he had put his head into the noose.

Oh, you did it too? I pretended to ask inadvertently.

"Yes, I wanted to leave the young woman happy, but the boss ordered to do things immediately..." when he said this, he had realized that he said too much. He quickly shut up and asked me instead: "which way are you? Interpol? Cop? The police can't kill people without evidence. I always execute orders and am completely forced."

His question really stopped me. I was wondering which way I was on? Lao Hei can say that he is on the mercenary road. Shopkeeper qian can say that he works for the American Yamen. He hasn't come up with an answer after thinking for a long time. Finally, I remembered a joke about the cinema, so I said, "I fell down the aisle on the second floor and could kill people without evidence." then I stabbed him and sent him to accompany the dead souls who died in his hands.

After cleaning up the first one, I found some water from the truck and woke up the remaining gang member. The guy was almost dizzy from the sun, so I had to drag him to the shady place of the truck for interrogation. This time I didn't use too many fancy things. I grabbed his hand with a military knife, stabbed, gouged out and picked. At the end of the three movements, a piece of bloody nails fell on the sand.

As soon as he peeled the sixth one, he stopped pretending to be tough and began to ask and say anything. I repeated the question I asked the first person again. When I got the same answer, it proved that the two people didn't lie. One knife ended the second. He began to update the situation to his companions by radio. After that, he looked back and saw the Singapore girl who had narrowly escaped death shivering and looking at me with the eyes of a beast. When I saw her stand up, I found that she was quite tall, taller than the average Asian girl, and her legs looked particularly slender in jeans.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"You're terrible. How can you torture a living person like this?" she accused me. It made me laugh and cry. At the same time, I thought, they are soft hearted like jelly. You and shopkeeper Qian must be made for each other.

"It was this guy who killed all your companions just now, and almost raped you first and then killed you. You're in a hurry now. To tell you the truth, if you fall into their hands and end up ten times worse than this, it's necessary to gang rape first, and then sell it to a dark kiln to pick up customers. If you have nothing to do, I'll give you some drugs to make you addicted, and then you'll follow them wholeheartedly , when you are addicted to drugs, they let you kill your parents. You can do it if you don't understand? "I told this girl who didn't seem to have graduated from college long about the experience of several women rescued from drug dealers when I was a soldier. As expected, she turned pale and almost vomited out.

I was a little sorry to see that I scared her. I quickly took out the GPS and marked the coordinates from my current position to the hiding place of shopkeeper Qian and Sanmei, but I deliberately deviated a little. Tell her the route and inform shopkeeper Qian and Sanmei by satellite phone that there is a survivor of gang murder here. Let them take care of it first and see if they can contact the embassy for her. Then, while the girl was not paying attention, she covered her hand and whispered to shopkeeper Qian and Sanmei that I had marked the location wrong, and asked them to search the woman first, and then throw away the car. If the killers of gangs or Taiji tigers install trackers and locators, it will be troublesome. Rolling under the muzzle of the gun all year round makes me deeply understand that it is not wrong to be cautious at any time.

Against the setting sun, I touched back the stronghold of the Juarez gang. The water bag was almost empty. I bit a tube of high-energy nutrient solution and sucked it. At the same time, I found Lao Hei who was observing the situation with a telescope.

"What's the news?" I asked when I slowly drank the nutrient solution, threw a piece of refreshing gum into my mouth and handed Lao Hei a piece.

"No, but it's estimated that it's fast. You'll kill them later. If those two guys don't come back, they must send someone out to look for them." old black threw the gum in his mouth and replied while chewing.

"Then we'll go in while we're empty," I continued.

"Hey, hey, it's exciting enough. I like it." Lao Hei doesn't worry too much about the gap in the number of people. This is also one of the tenets of mercenaries. They always win more with less. They take the elite route instead of engaging in crowd tactics. Another principle of them is not to leave a living where they pass. They are loyal believers of the law of the jungle.

Lie on the big stone with a telescope and slowly know the number of bandits in the stronghold. There are four leaders and more than 20 minions. As soon as dinner time arrived, the people found that they were missing two people and a car. After making two calls and no one answered, several leaders sent their men one after another. The gangsters jumped into all kinds of jeeps in groups of three or five, and the desert SUV drove separately in all directions. The guys who jumped on the bus scolded, like those two guys who were killed by me. They didn't eat their own food and had to drive around in the car.

Now there are only four leaders and six younger brothers in the whole gang stronghold, and it's completely dark. Lao hei and I slipped out of the hiding place quietly, put on the monocular night vision on the integrated digital helmet, cross covered, and moved to the periphery of the stronghold.

Two of the six younger brothers are on guard, and there are still two serving tea and wine in the room. The door of the kitchen was open. You could smell the mixture of cream and pepper from a distance. It hurt not only the watchmen, but also me. He said to the gang members wandering in the backyard, "I'm sorry, you may have to go hungry today."

I took out the military knife smeared with camouflage oil and bit it in my mouth. I gestured to Lao Hei to deal with the one on the right. He nodded to receive it. I turned around and slowly climbed to the watchman on the left under the cover of gasoline barrels and wooden boxes at the back of the yard.

Just climbed behind a row of three empty gasoline drums to observe the situation. I stared at the guy and suddenly came to me. "It's broken. Did he hear anything? It's reasonable that I climbed all the way so light that even mice can't run away." I quickly pulled out the pistol with the muffler and prepared to start first. But this is the next policy. Even if you get on the silencer at such a close distance, it will alarm the enemy. After all, this thing is not the mute switch of the TV. Press it once and there will be no movement at all.

Shrunk in the shadow of the oil barrel and squinted, I looked out from the gap of the oil barrel. His action made me relax. I saw him carry his shotgun behind him and continue to walk towards me with empty hands. Then his hands untied his belt and the smell of the gasoline barrel made me understand that this man was in a hurry to drain water.

He continued to hide and dared not show his head. He stopped about two meters away from the oil barrel. There were three side-by-side oil barrels between him and me. He untied his pants and began to drain water. I blocked myself with the oil bucket and let his fart water splash on my body and legs. I gently rubbed the throat Mike with my fingers, sent a preparation signal to Lao hei and received his response signal.

When the guy started to tie his belt, I flicked Mike for the first time. He packed his clothes. I flicked for the second time. As he turned around, I flicked for the third time, which is the signal of action.

He rushed out from his hiding place, covered the mouth of the guy who didn't even come with a gun and took it off his back, inserted the sharp military knife in his hand along the cartilage behind his brain, turned his wrist and directly twisted his brain tissue into thin pieces. Without a hum, he was soft in my arms, thanks to his emptying his bladder. According to my previous experience, due to the complete destruction of brain tissue, people who die like this usually have incontinence before they stop breathing. After stabbing him, I immediately dragged the body behind the oil barrel and put it away, and then looked into the situation of Lao Hei.

It took me less than four seconds to rush out with a military knife and drag the body behind the oil barrel. I thought it was fast enough, but I didn't expect Lao Hei to move faster than me. He had been posted to the window where the ventilator of the air conditioner was waving to me.

I trotted and hid on the other side of the big window. I asked him in sign language how he killed the watchman so quickly. He silently answered me a noun: "sentry terminator 2000."

What sentinel Terminator? The latest invention of Blackwater? Can you kill the sentry without moving? Isn't that awesome? I looked at him in wonder.

Seeing my puzzled eyes, he took a small round hollow tube with chopsticks from the place where the magazine was installed on the chest of the multifunctional tactical vest and shook it at me. I was so angry that if I hadn't stayed outside the enemy's window and really wanted to scold him, it was clearly a poisonous arrow used by South American Aborigines for hunting, and what sentinel terminator 2000 was like the latest version of firewall attack software.

Facing the big TV in the room are several leaders on the sofa who are eating while watching three-level films. This time, it's not a TV program. It's connected to the TV with a black computer host with a video output cable, and then play sound outside the speaker. The two horses were also standing behind the sofa, staring at the beautiful camera on the TV, all with their backs to the window. I pointed to the head of the company in the room and six people with horses. I motioned to him that each person was responsible for three and solved it with a silencing pistol. Hearing the sound, the first two horses will certainly run back to check the situation, jump into the house and kill the two who returned.

He shook his hand to indicate that I didn't need it. Just when I thought he was crazy enough to put down one by one with poisonous arrows, he took out a very strong metal vial from his pocket. After unscrewing it, it was the size of a vaccine bottle, which contained yellowish brown liquid. Old black cut a small hole in the air-conditioning intake pipe with the tip of a military knife and poured all the potions in.

Then he quickly left the air conditioner ventilator and slipped under the window to my side, that is, the upper air outlet. Just a few seconds after he slipped over, the two bodyguards standing in the room fell to the ground as soon as they were soft, and several leaders either lay on their backs on the sofa, or their heads fell slowly to the ground in front of the sofa.

"What's so powerful?" I asked in a gaping voice.

He put away the empty medicine bottle and said, "soman

The mixture of (TERT hexyl methylfluorophosphonate) and abrin extract is a dual-purpose poison gas for disabling and fast to death. If the concentration is greater than 70 mg / m3, it is the lethal dose, and 30 mg / m3 is the disabling dose. If you want to keep alive just now, it's almost half. "

"What about now?" I asked as he pulled me away from the air outlet.

"Of course it's dead. Did you listen to me?" he asked me with a puzzled face.

Looking at a room of dead bodies, I thought this guy would catch up with Ebola and die one by one wherever he went.