Reborn American Giants

The space in the room is very small. There are two iron canopy beds installed in the room of a few square meters. In addition, there is a humane washing station with a plastic baffle on the inside.

There was a small corner, no need to guess, it was probably the toilet. There were some wooden platforms and other things built by other former prisoners on the wall. The total number of bits and pieces were added together, and there was no place to stay.

An iron bed in the outer room on the right side of the entire cell was removed. At this moment, a Hispanic man of Indian descent, wearing only a pair of calf-nose pants, was squatting on the cold and damp ground with his hands tied.

In addition, there were two strong-looking black young men sitting on the bed opposite him, watching over him.

The sound of the iron door opening made the two young men immediately stand up. Seeing Atuo and Victor walking in front and back, they immediately leaned into the room, making way for a passage large enough for the two of them to pass, while respectfully

He said hello: "Sir, Boss Atuo..."

Atuo walked over in two steps without saying anything. He raised his foot and kicked the man sitting on the ground. The tip of his leather shoe accurately hit the Indian man's chin. He only saw the man's lowered head.

The drooped head jerked upwards, and with a "stuck" sound, the back of the head hit the wall firmly.

"Hey, A'tuo, don't be so rude," Victor patted A'tuo's shoulder from behind and said with a smile: "...This gentleman seems to be seriously injured. If you haven't had time to tell me any news,

Who should I ask?"

"Sir, you are just too kind," A'tuo said with a crooked mouth and an indifferent arc at the corner of his lips, "These people are all a bunch of tough guys who can't be serious.

, they thought you were easy to fool! Besides, didn’t we catch three people in total here? If he doesn’t want to say anything, forget it, I still don’t believe it, his companions are also made of the same steel.”

"Tsk, tsk, this is not good. I just don't like blood," he said to Atuo while singing. Victor passed by him and walked to the Indian man. Passing by

When two accomplices from the Gref family were standing by, he asked casually: "...There is only one person here, where are the other two?"

The two gang members heard Victor's question, and one of them immediately replied: "Mr. Report, in order to prevent the three of them from being locked together to play tricks, and at the same time, this room is too small to accommodate so many people, so we

He made his own decision and asked the prison guards to clear the two rooms next door, and then imprisoned the three of them separately."

"Well, you did a good job. I'll let Mr. Mota reward you when you get back," Victor nodded to the young man who replied. After saying that, he ignored the other person's happy face, squatted down slowly with his hands on his knees, and then

He stretched out his fingers and poked at the wound on the man's shoulder. The man let out another cry of pain and involuntarily raised his head and looked at Victor.

This man looks very young, at most eighteen or nineteen years old. He has a good appearance and looks a bit handsome. It's just that Atuona's kick just now may have been a little harder. Young man.

There was blood all over his nose and mouth, and there were big beads of sweat on his forehead. It looked like he was in extreme pain.

"I think you definitely don't know me. Of course, I don't know you either." Holding the other person's chin with one hand and patting his face with the other hand, Victor said with a smile: "So, you definitely don't know me."

You don’t know who I am, so even if I asked you now who sent you to attack Luisa and Porfirio, you would definitely not tell me..."

After speaking, Victor seemed to have thought of something, reached out and knocked on his forehead, mocking himself: "Look at me, I have been talking for a long time and I haven't introduced myself yet.

My name is Jose Victor, you can call me Mr. Jose, or you can just call me Victor, but I used to have a nickname called "V", but no one has called me that in person for a long time, so, whatever

, anyway, the name is just a code name, just for convenience.

Um, so, now, can you tell me what your name is?"

Because his chin was pinched and his head was fixed, the young man could only roll his eyes and try to look dismissive.

"Oh, I understand, you mean it's impossible, you don't want to, or you look down on me, so you don't want to tell me your name?" Victor shrugged and said with a relaxed look: "It doesn't matter, just like me

As I said, the name is just a code name for others to call themselves. In fact, seriously speaking, it doesn't matter even if you call me Cat or Dog. So, in order to make it easier for me to call you next, I might as well give you a code name. Well, why don't I just give you a code name?

Let’s call him Mr. Bond.”

There was an expression of impatience on the young man's face. It was obvious that Victor's attitude made him feel uneasy. It was just his age, experience and experience that made him unaware of his uneasiness. To put it more deeply, this kind of outburst

Where does the deepest fear come from?

So, in order to hide his emotions, he tilted his head back, leaned the back of his head against the damp wall, closed his eyes, and looked like he was asleep.

"How is it? James Bond, a famous British agent," Victor said without paying attention to the young man's posture: "The Americans put him on the big screen and let young people all over the world watch him.

Worshiping, yearning for that mysterious, exciting and dangerous life and immersing yourself in false fantasies, but forgetting that the real world is actually more cruel and cold than what is depicted in the movie."

"...So, Mr. Bond, now it's time for the quiz game. Let's start quickly and end it early." Victor touched his pocket, took out a pack of cigarettes from his body, took out one, and just wanted to put it to his mouth.

When he was standing by, he seemed to have thought of something again and asked the young man politely: "Do you smoke?"

The young man opened his eyes and looked at the cigarette sandwiched between Victor's two, nodded, and at the same time poked his head forward and opened his mouth, which meant that he was expecting Victor to deliver the cigarette to him.

On the mouth.

"So you smoke," but Victor turned his fingers holding the cigarette in a circle, then put the cigarette into his mouth, and then said expressionlessly: "Now, I only want to ask you one question. Today

Who ordered you to do this action?"

After a pause, Victor reminded: "...However, you must think clearly before answering me. As long as you answer my question now and let us successfully find the instigator behind the scenes, then everyone's time will be saved."

In return, I can promise you that your family will not be involved in this matter.

Trust me, you don’t want us to visit your family, right?”

The young man who had been teased had closed his eyes again and fell asleep in anger, with no intention of answering the question. But after hearing Victor's words, he could no longer hold back. He suddenly opened his eyes and glared.

Victor yelled: "I did this, why are you causing trouble for my family? No, you don't even know my name, and you can't find out where my family is."

As soon as the words came out, he felt extremely annoyed. After being arrested, he had already made up his mind not to speak. But he didn't expect that when Victor mentioned his family, he couldn't hold it back...

"Haha." Seeing the young man knocking his head against the wall in annoyance, Victor chuckled twice, "Do you think we won't be able to find out if you don't tell us? I can only say that you are really too

So naive.

San Salvador seems to be a large area with many people, but in my eyes, it is nothing. As long as I want to find out the details of a person, it may take a little more effort and a little more time.

But I believe that I will always know what I want to know.?

After saying this, Victor stood up, tilted his head towards Atuo and said, "Atuo, I will leave it to you. I also want to know everything he knows."

"Don't worry, sir," A'tuo rubbed his wrist and said in a deep voice.

Victor stood up, walked out of the room and stood in the corridor, smoking a cigarette. The bright cigarette butt flashed under the dim light, and a burst of blue smoke was accompanied by screams coming from the room behind him.

I wandered back and forth in this gloomy underground detention center for a long time...