Chapter 150

In a very quiet environment, it's a little scary for someone to talk. I shook my hand and pushed open the door of one of the rooms. Sure enough, as he said, a pair of men and women sleeping in this room fainted, but their breathing was still stable. It was the same in the other two rooms, but only one man slept in one room. It seems that the man who kept the empty bed alone did not sleep until he cleaned up and changed the garbage bag for the boss's room. The cleaning tools were thrown next to his door.

"What should I do?" shopkeeper Qian asked me, looking at the five men and women who fainted so much that they couldn't wake up.

Glancing at the two women, I saw the umbilical ring, lip ring and tattoo. They all looked like people in the flesh business. So I said, "the women tied their hands and feet, put them to sleep with anesthetic for more than 24 hours, wrapped them in bed sheets and hid behind the box in the storage room. When they woke up, it was basically over." shopkeeper Qian nodded, tied the women up, tied up enough anesthetic, and carried one into the storage room.

Without waiting for me to make a sound, Lao Hei pushed several tables in the hall to the corner to make room for a large area. The three strong men were handcuffed and thrown into the middle. While he was busy, I found a lot of ice in the double door refrigerator behind the bar, filled it with a large beer glass, poured it on one of the guys' heads, buried his head with ice, and pushed the other two aside.

When he woke up, the three of us lit a cigarette. I remembered what Lao Hei had just used and asked, "what was that? It's your patented product of Heishui again? And why did you lick it with your tongue?"

"Quick acting inhalation nerve disabling anesthetic. The outer shell of the thing is dissolved in saliva and water. It will break after about 1 minute when it is wet before use, and the liquid inside will quickly vaporize and play a role." Lao Hei squeezed his eyes at me and said, "it's not a new thing. The shopkeeper should also have it."

Shopkeeper Qian looked up and puffed a cigarette and said, "I seem to have seen it in the manual. I'll bring some next time. It's really easy to have these small things. What's more, I found that your boy likes to get wet before use. It's a good habit."

I shook my head and said, "shopkeeper, the organization has the obligation to remind you that you have been damaged by the old black belt. It's not too late to turn back."

Lao Hei immediately protested: "Hey, how can I talk about the dead monkey? When you practiced the evil third charm with your sister-in-law, I didn't hear some words that were not suitable for children. I gave a discount and didn't tell the shopkeeper all of them. Believe it or not, I'll repeat it to him from the beginning."

Just when I was trying to stop him, the guy with his head full of ice finally woke up, shook his head with a groan, shook off the ice on his head, and looked at the three of us in front of him with unbelievable eyes. Then he struggled to get up, but shopkeeper Qian stepped forward on his back waist. He could only twist his limbs like a turtle whose shell was pressed.

The man opened his mouth and scolded wildly. I turned other microphones on my collar to hands-free mode, so that the agents who provide technical support for us can also hear our voice.

From the earphone came the voice of the agent in charge of Translation: "er... Jie... He just greeted the female relatives of your family." each action team of the supernatural hunting team is composed of three to four people with their own expertise. The agent in charge of translation is said to be able to speak six languages, including Chinese. He can speak more Chinese dialects than our three purebred Chinese. Shopkeeper Qian even said he would learn Cantonese with him when he was free.

After listening, Lao Hei said to Mike, "the next time you hear swearing, you can directly translate it into 'request beating'. If you scold harder, you can tell us' strongly request beating '." after that, he stepped forward, first squatted down, pressed out the cigarette end on the guy's face, and then put the cigarette butt in his pocket. Then he stood up and kicked wildly. The head of the guy kicked by the thick soled and hard headed leather shoes banged, the blood in his mouth and nose immediately flowed to the floor, the eyebrow bone also cracked, and several teeth flew away with blood and saliva.

The guy was beaten wildly, and there was no sound. Lao Hei also stopped his chain legs, stepped on him with his toes, turned back and said to me in English: "what do you want to ask?"

"The phone number of their boss, the bearded Arturo Leva," I said, fiddling with the three searched mobile phones. For fear that the police would use scientific and technological means to locate the coordinates, the numbers and names of the three people were not saved in their mobile phones, and the call records were also cleared.

Before Lao Hei could make a sound, the guy spat a bloody spit, and then said in English, "dream, when my boss comes, cut you into pieces."

I couldn't help sighing, thinking how these guys are so brain dead and completely programmed. Everyone is like this. When caught, they first have to install seeds, bite their teeth for a while, and finally don't still have to confess. Those two guys in the desert are like this, but they were lucky to meet me. At least they left a whole body. Lao Hei was here today. I was a little scared when he came. This guy is still a tough guy who doesn't know his life and death. I don't know what he will be miserable in a moment.

At this time, the shopkeeper who stepped on his money suddenly remembered something and said, "when I put down the two women just now, I saw something interesting. Wait for me." then he released the man and entered the corridor.

When he came back, he had more rolled tool kits in his hand. When he opened it, there was a long canvas sewn with many pockets, with different types of knives and hooks inserted in large and small pockets. This kind of bag should have been used by mechanical workers to carry parts, but the bloodstains on it tell us that it is mostly used to remove "parts" from people

Seeing the bag, the guy on the ground immediately looked a little unnatural. Although he had been kicked by old black with bruises and blood clots all over his face, his eyes could not deceive people. From a psychological point of view, guys who often torture others often collapse faster once they fall into the role of criminal trial, because they know the consequences of resistance better than anyone. Of course, people trained in professional torture like us are the exception. When Lao Hei saw this thing, he grinned and said, "look, it's still someone's major. I'll take one with me in the future." he took the bag from shopkeeper Qian and looked at the tools here.

He smoked a cigar from his bag and put it on the guy's finger. Lao Hei didn't ask. He directly cut off half of his finger with a click. The guy wanted to shout, his mouth was blocked by Lao Hei, and his body was pressed by the nearly 500 kg weight of shopkeeper Qian. He could only pedal his legs desperately to show that he was in pain.

"You still have nine chances," said Lao Hei. He cut his cigar over his second finger, drew a hooked knife from the set of torture tools, motioned to the guy's crotch and said, "the 11th is that thing. You can do it yourself."

From Lao Hei's firm to inhuman eyes, the guy realized that we didn't bluff, but very seriously wanted to tear him together. He knows more about the pain of the similar process than anyone else, so the fear brought by the huge psychological hint has made him start to blink his eyes and panic in his heart. These small changes naturally couldn't escape our eyes. Lao Hei was very jealous and scraped the hooked knife back and forth on his belly twice. The guy finally couldn't stand it. He quickly motioned us to take off the rag in his mouth.

After telling us all the information we need, I asked whether the special agent in charge of technical support in the rear had collected the sound data of the prisoner, because the next plan would use these data and the set of sound simulation equipment of the U.S. Army. After getting a positive answer from the rear, I stretched out my thumb to Lao hei and stroked on his throat to signal him to kill the guy.

Nodded to show that after receiving it, Lao Hei leaned down, grabbed the guy's head with both hands, turned fiercely, and broke his neck with a crisp crack. At this time, I noticed a trace of intolerance in the eyes of shopkeeper Qian and said to him: "What's the matter, shopkeeper? There's psychological pressure. In fact, it's not necessary. This machete Gang started by fighting, murder and kidnapping. No one can tell how many similar cases they have done in the past ten years. However, there are more than 5000 recorded cases of tearing up tickets, and more than 400 rape and murder cases in which the victims are girls aged 15 to 20. Most of these can be attributed to This machete gang. "

Kindness doesn't mean ignorance. After understanding the situation, shopkeeper Qian was more positive than anyone and said, "you said it earlier." then he stepped forward and trampled off the necks of the remaining two prisoners with heavy feet. Before they woke up from the anesthetic, they would never open their eyes. The advantage is that they suffered less skin and flesh.

"Well... You're too fast. I haven't tried yet?" old black said a little dissatisfied.

"Don't you ask all you need to know? Hurry up and take the next step. You have the most to do. Every day you catch someone, you'll beat around and peel off the skin. Time is money. I don't know." shopkeeper Qian said, wiping off our footprints and fingerprints in the house. After wiping, he threw away the rag and asked me, "what's the next step?"

I pointed to the car parked at the door and said, "load the bodies of the three of them and let's go for a ride around the warehouse of the Juarez gang."

After a round trip, we parked our car in a place overlooking the Juarez Gang drug warehouse from a distance. With a telescope, I began to observe the enemy's guard force arrangement. Shopkeeper Qian provided the machete gang leader's telephone to the agents responsible for technical support in the rear. They would start some Trojans or Backdoors lurking on the server of the Mexican communication department to get control The coordinates of these people will be located through the signal of the base station after the right. The most important one is the current position of bearded Leiva to prepare for our next action.

Since the warehouse is used to store high-purity drugs, which are the lifeblood of the gangs, the guard force is relatively strong. The front and back doors are guarded, and the doors and walls of the warehouse are reinforced. It seems that it's impossible to sneak in like in the morning and secretly put ecstasy in. In fact, we're not going to do that at all. We're going to make some noise and start to kill them Mix the water.

Shopkeeper Qian and Lao Hei were behind an abandoned house about 100 meters from their front door. They checked the guns, hung several grenades on the guns and prepared for a strong attack. I walked around a long way and quietly touched the back door of the warehouse. I looked at the situation with a probe in a corner. It was almost 80 meters from their back door. If I continued to move forward, I would be found immediately 。

"Move," I said, pressing my headphones.