Super Special Forces King

Chapter 489: Target Blood Wolf Mercenary Group (4)

489.

The detained spies were stripped naked all over, **** and thrown into the room.

Mercenaries who can be used as spies must be very skilled, and any part of the body may hide weapons. Only stripping can guarantee that he has no weapons in private.

His body was even more bruised, presumably he didn't get fists before or after being caught.

Zhang Feng walked in with a gloomy face, his eyes fixed on the spy.

Although the spy had no clothes on his body, he was already arrogant, staring at Zhang Feng fiercely, and making a gurgling sound in his blocked mouth, without thinking that there was nothing good.

If it hadn't been for his body to be **** with five flowers, I'm afraid he would have jumped up and fight Zhang Feng desperately at this moment.

The hound standing on the side also spoke at this time: "Head, we had a hard time catching him. During the arrest, he stabbed two of us with a knife."

"Really? There were no casualties, right?" Zhang Feng asked.

"No, one was slightly injured, but the arm was cut with a knife, and the other was stabbed in the lower abdomen, but the problem is not big." The hound replied.

Zhang Feng nodded and continued to ask, "Does he carry any documents or other things that can show his identity?"

"We searched him the first time we caught him, and we didn't find anything that could identify him." Hound continued: "This guy is wearing a camouflage jacket and keeps saying that he is from a geography magazine. Photographer, he honestly closed his mouth when we looked through the photos on his camera."

At this time, Johnson, Fang Gu, and Goshawk all received the news and rushed over.

Johnson rushed into the room and said angrily: "Brother Feng, kill this kid!"

"Kill him?" Zhang Feng nodded and said, "Of course I want to kill him, but you can't let him die so easily!"

Turning his head to look at Johnson, he said, "Johnson, remove the rags from his mouth, I want to see what he can say!"

"Yes, Brother Feng." Johnson agreed, walked to the spy, and ripped off the rag from his mouth.

The spy immediately yelled and cursed: "What kind of men are you guys, so many people arrest me, do you have the courage to challenge Lao Tzu?"

"Heads-up? Believe it or not, I slap you to death!" Johnson roared viciously.

Zhang Feng pulled Johnson behind him with a stern smile on his lips, and said faintly: "You answer a few questions, and I will give you a chance to go heads-up. How about? Is this a good deal? "

"Made, you kill Lao Tzu, I don't know anything!" the spy roared coldly.

"You are sure to kill you. You don't have to doubt this. However, I think you are a man. Don't you want a chance to go head-to-head? Okay, let me give you the person in this room. Pick one casually." Zhang Feng raised his eyebrows and said.

On the contrary, the spy's face showed a suspicious expression, "You didn't lie to me?"

"Do you think it is necessary for me to lie to a dead person?" Zhang Feng asked rhetorically.

The spy nodded, the other party really didn't need to lie to himself. His gaze swept over everyone present, and finally his gaze stayed on Zhang Feng's face, and he said coldly: "It's you! You choose you, I think you are the boss of these people, I will choose you!"

"Okay. No problem, Johnson will untie him!" Zhang Feng said with a sneer.

Johnson muttered and cursed: "Whoever you choose is not good, you are not Feng Feng, you are looking for death!" After speaking, he drew a dagger and cut the rope on the spy.

The spy looked at Zhang Feng fiercely, suddenly roared, and rushed towards Zhang Feng.

Experts know if there is any. This spy's skill is three points better than the Kucha defeated by Goshawk!

But he was facing Zhang Feng, facing the spies who rushed over, Zhang Feng ignored him, until he approached Zhang Feng for a moment, suddenly the figure in front of him shook.

In an instant, Zhang Feng's body reached his side, sneered disdainfully, raised his leg and kicked the spy's calf fiercely.

Click! The calf bone broke at the sound, and the spy screamed and fell to the ground, holding the calf and rolling on the ground.

Zhang Feng looked at him with a sneer, and faintly said: "Aren't your blood wolf mercenary groups all like you as trash? What a rubbish!"

After speaking, Zhang Feng shook his head, turned to look at Johnson and the others, and said: "Tie him up again, and wait until I come back in the evening to interrogate him."

After leaving the room, Zhang Feng did not go far, but waited until Johnson and the others came out, made a silent gesture, and led them into the meeting room.

"Brother Feng, the bones of this spy look very hard, I'm afraid I won't let it go easily." Goshawk frowned and said.

Johnson said with some disbelief: "I don't believe how hard his bones can be. Then we will give him a big torture and wait, and I am not afraid that he will not tell the secret of the blood wolf mercenary group.

Zhang Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head, and said: "Some things the spy has another purpose, and it doesn't necessarily make him speak to get useful information."

Everyone is confused. If you don't interrogate him, what else can you do?

Seeing the faces of everyone in puzzlement, Zhang Feng continued: "The interrogation still needs to be interrogated, but the scale must be mastered."

"I just kicked his leg off. Wait for a while. Goshawk, you and Hound will interrogate him. Remember, you want the skin trauma to look as bad as possible, but don't hurt him."

Zhang Feng didn't explain too much why he did this. Instead, he turned his head to look at Johnson and Yagu, and said, "Tonight you two pretended to be drunk and lethargic, and the camera was on the table."

"Also, in a while, I will delete all the photos in the camera, and then take other photos again, hum, let him steal the camera at that time, then..."

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The goshawk and the hunting dog walked into the room where the spies were held, and both of them held a cane that was three fingers wide in their hands.

"Say, name, organization to which you belong!"

"I don't know! I don't know anything." The spy roared.

"Really? Then don't blame us for being impolite!" Goshawk said coldly, and the thick cane crackled and landed on the spy.

The barbs carried on the rattan, as long as the slap on the body is not only extremely painful, but also tears off pieces of flesh.

In less than five minutes, there was no good place on the spy's body, the wounds were densely covered, blood was gushing out, and the whole person looked like a blood gourd.