Super Special Forces King

Chapter 1065

"What are you doing? Don't come over, I'll jump if you come again... Jump down!" Seeing someone walking towards him, Joule screamed again.

Goshawk shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "Dean Joule, don't get excited, I just come and sit down. It's that simple, don't worry."

He sat down relaxed on the sofa in the living room, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and smoked it leisurely.

Upon seeing this, Joule, sitting on the window sill, breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Goshawk greeted the hounds and his men who were still standing at the door, and said, "What are you still standing there for? We came to Dean Joule's house, and that was a guest. Since it is a guest, how can anyone stand? Reason?" Turning his head to look at Joule, smiled and said: "Dean Joule, what do you think?"

"Yes...yes...yes!" Joule no longer knew how to answer, so he could only say reluctantly.

The hound and some of his men came over and walked down on the sofa swaggeringly.

Goshawk took the smoke out of his pocket and divided it down.

When doing these things, his eyes never left Joule sitting on the window sill. It seemed that he was a bit reckless, even forcing the other party to jump down. In fact, he was testing, testing the bottom line of Joule, or It is called where is the tolerance, whether it is really going to jump off, or is it just threatening and scaring oneself in this way.

By continuing to move forward, but Joule is making a little concession, it can be judged that Dean Joule is still very spared, just using this method to scare himself, as for his purpose is to delay time, or other, it is not. Goshawk considered it.

After smoking a cigarette, pinched the cigarette **** into his pocket, stood up, and said, "Dean Joule, you have a few choices now. The first is that I will walk over to drag you down, or push You go down. The second one? You walked down obediently by yourself. It saves me trouble, isn't it? As for the last one? Just let's save a little trouble, you can jump down by yourself."

Joule panicked completely.

Jump down? Naturally, he didn't want to jump down. On the 13th floor, he didn't need to consider whether he would die or not, because there was definitely no possibility of being alive. The only thing to consider was whether he could leave the whole body!

That being the case, he naturally can't choose the first one, if he really pushes himself down, that would be a bad dish.

Therefore, the only choice left to him is the last one.

He walked down from the window sill in a panic, and knelt on the ground with his knees soft before the goshawk could speak.

Quickly threw the backpack on the ground, opened it, poured out all the money in it, and said with a trembling voice: "Let me go, you don’t see me, okay? I beg you, just let me go. The money is yours...I will give you all..."

Goshawk smiled bitterly and shook his head, stretched out his hand to draw and pull in the pile of money, and made a miscalculation, including the local currency of Mexico, which also contains a large amount of US dollars, which is also two or three million US dollars.

Hey, hey, he laughed, "The money is really tempting, but I'm not interested. Take it away!"

The four special warfare members sitting on the sofa stood up, slashed with a knife on Joule's neck, knocked the latter out, and then carried them on their backs.

The money on the ground was repacked into the bag and taken away together.

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A basin of cold water was poured down, and Joule was suddenly awakened, and found himself in a closed room with no windows around, much like a basement, and there was a young man sitting in front of him, no stranger. It was the one who just met in the morning, but the one who put the scalpel across his aorta!

There were two other people standing beside them, who had captured themselves.

The three people in the room are naturally Zhang Feng, Goshawk and Hunting Dog!

Zhang Feng sneered at this time and said: "Dean Joule, I didn't expect us to meet so soon, right? You should know what I want to know?"

"I don't know! You are kidnapping, illegally imprisoned, and it's only against the law!" Joule roared, but he could see the panic in his eyes.

Where is it here? It is Mexico City, one of the cities with the most chaotic underground forces in time and the lowest crime detection rate. Every day, I don’t know how many people go missing and die, and even less than one-fifth of them can be found!

The only thing Joule thinks in his heart is that his wife will call the police, and Mr. Pedro should also send someone to save himself.

In fact, just as he thought, an hour has passed since he sent the text message to his wife. The police called the police. The police surveyed the scene and found that the other party had nothing left, there was a smell of smoke, but there was not even a cigarette butt. When I was in the room, I didn't even forget to wipe the footprints on the ground.

The surveillance video in the small area captured two vans, but the people who got off were very experienced to leave the camera back, not to mention the front face, not even the side. After the inspection, it was found that the license plate of the van was also fake. I tracked the surveillance video of the street and found that the van was completely lost when driving into the slum area.

As for Pedro, he promised that Joule’s wife would help in the search, but he also sent out the manpower. They are actually faster than the police. After all, their eyeliner is distributed in every corner of the city. It takes time to find.

Moreover, now Pedro has to spend time and energy to do other things, with limited manpower, he dare not mobilize all of them.

"Let our Mr. Joule understand, sober sober!" Zhang Feng said.

The goshawk and the hound nodded, and the two began to get busy.

"What are you going to do? Are you going to abuse me?" Joule roared. No one spoke up.

Beat him on the flesh? Naturally it is not needed and cannot be used. He is so old that he could kill him with little carelessness.

Those who want to know don't know, Zhang Feng naturally can't let Joule die.

Soon, the goshawk brought a thick stack of white paper. The paper was very thick, and the hound's hand was carrying water.

"What are you going to do? Tell me, what are you going to do?" Joule became more and more panicked in his heart, but unfortunately he couldn't do it with his hands hanging and trying to struggle.

"Don't worry, you will know soon, let you enjoy the ancient nation's knowledge in torture, you should be honored!" Zhang Fengchi sneered.

Here, the goshawk covered Joule's face with paper, while the hound was pouring water on the paper, slowly and gradually blurring the paper, and then the goshawk covered a piece of thick paper again!