Battlefield Contractor

Lin Rui and others walked out of the headquarters of the Secret Intelligence Agency, Yelena drove the car to a swift stop by the road. Several people pushed Raman into the car and galloped away.

"Finally escaped. Where are we going next, are you going to arrange for me to leave the UK?" Raman breathed a sigh of relief.

"Keep quiet." Tang Kun said coldly.

Lin Rui turned to Yelena and said, "Report the situation."

"Our car has parked at the door, so it will definitely be tracked. There is already another car waiting at the corner of the next block. We have to rush over and transfer. According to Cobain’s calculations, this will help us win more At least thirty minutes." Yelena said solemnly, "Then we drove to a waste car disposal site in the suburbs, where someone would help us deal with the dropped cars."

"There are our people there too?" Lin Rui frowned.

"Kebain arranged, with a dedicated satellite network, his team can collaborate in batches and accomplish many things at the same time. Through a lot of coordination, the whole operation is seamlessly connected into a whole, and everything is arranged for us." Yelena Shen Soundtrack.

They quickly completed the midway transfer, and then quickly drove the replaced car to a waste car treatment plant. After the car drove in, several staff members directly opened a garage door, let Lin Rui and others enter, and then closed the door.

The engine of the car they changed was immediately disassembled, and the car body was crushed into scrap iron. To cut off the tracking of the British Secret Intelligence Service, they must do a very thorough job and remove all traces of action.

Lin Rui and others walked into the garage. Raman seemed a little uneasy and said, "Where is this place?"

"Relax Laman." Lin Rui shrugged, "I am not the Red Baron, nor are we from the secret society."

Raman was shocked suddenly, took a step back and reached out to touch his waist. But Crazy Horse sneered and put a pistol on the table, "Are you looking for this?"

"You...you..." Raman backed away in fear.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Raman. The gun is right here, you see if you have the courage to pick it up. But I can tell you the truth, you shouldn't want to do it. Because you take this gun, it's equivalent To confront. To be honest, it would be tantamount to giving up your own life." Lin Rui shrugged, "Or, we can talk to each other in another way and get what we need."

"Who are you and what do you want to know?" Raman hesitated for a long time, but still didn't have the courage to get a gun. Because the tall Indian standing at the table is staring at him, his eyes are as sharp as an eagle.

"We are a group of people who can get you out of the Intelligence Bureau, and of course we can also return you to them. Do you know how they will treat apostate agents? They will try to pry your mouth open. And once the secret agency knows this At one point, you will be dead and ugly. So if I were you, I would cooperate with us obediently. Maybe I can save my life." Tang Kun said coldly.

"We need to know information about the secret agency. Have you ever arrested a person recently? For example, him." Lin Rui took out a picture of Jiang An and put it on the table.

Raman shook his head, "I don't know what you are talking about."

"We are mercenaries. And we don't have too many rules. This is not a good thing for people like you." Lin Rui waved his hand, "Crazy Horse, give him something to try, as long as you don't kill him."

Crazy Horse stretched out his hand and dragged Raman to a chair beside him, and then handcuffed him with nylon handcuffs.

"You guys, what do you want to do? I won't say if I kill you." Raman angered.

"Unfortunately, there are some things in this world that will make you more uncomfortable than death." Tang Kun walked over and picked up a car wiping towel, then put it on Laman's face. The other hand took the hose that Crazy Horse handed him, and couldn't help pouring water on the towel on Raman's face.

Crazy Horse fixed Raman and prevented him from struggling.

A towel and a pot of water are simple enough to take them anytime and anywhere. They are really necessary tools for home travel, killers, and torture. This seems to be a simple "waterboarding", but its efficiency is surprisingly high. About 80% of people who have enjoyed this "waterboarding" will speak, or about 80% of people will speak. Give in and let them say anything will achieve their goals.

Raman was trapped in the heavy darkness, with a towel on his face making him unable to breathe. He waited for a moment, until suddenly he felt the water flow slowly up his nose. He held his breath for a moment, then had to exhale and inhale again.

Inhale to make the wet cloth of the towel stick tightly to his nostrils, like a huge wet paw suddenly gripping his face tightly. He didn't know whether he was exhaling or inhaling. He was not only submerged by water, but also by the flood of fear.

Only those who have personally experienced water torture will understand that this torture method, which is not directly attacked at all, is more cruel than many tortures.

Lin Rui stood up, patted Yelena, who looked a little unbearable, and whispered, "Give them a few minutes." Then they went outside and waited.

Lin Rui didn't like this cruel way of questioning, but they had no time now. Jiang An has been missing for the fourth day, if you want to find him, you must let this person speak.

Lin Rui stood outside the door and lit a cigarette, waiting in silence.

Yelena frowned, "Is this too cruel, do you think he will know about Jiang An?"

"Whether he knows it or not, I need an answer, not silence." Lin Rui slowly let out a puff of smoke, "We are short of time, and we must understand that if Jiang An really falls into the hands of the secret society, then The pain he endured may not be lighter than this person."

Yelena was silent.

Lin Rui didn't finish smoking a cigarette, and the results were already in it. Tang Kun walked out of the room.

"How is the situation?" Lin Rui frowned.

"No matter how strong a person is, it can't last a few minutes. When the mastermind of the 9/11 incident was under water boarding, he had to endure two full minutes before succumbing, and he has already left a deep impression on the interrogator." Tang Kun said slowly. "Come on, let's go and listen to what he says."

When Lin Rui and the others entered the room, the towel on Raman's face had been taken off, his face was flushed, and he was breathing quickly, "God, don't come again, I said, I said it all."

Lin Rui nodded, "Have you seen that person?"

"I haven't seen it, but I know about it. We did catch a mercenary a few days ago, but I don't know if it's your companion." Laman gasped, "This has nothing to do with me. I’m just responsible for getting some information, not against anyone."

Crazy Horse grabbed his hair and said solemnly, "Where is he now?"

"I don't know this, I really don't know..." Laman looked desperately at the towel soaked in Tang Kun's hand and closed his eyes. "But I know a place where the secret society members’ main hiding place is nearby. It’s safe there, but the wind has been too tight recently and they have no other place to hide."