Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 103 A-level Package

After boarding the Chinook helicopter, Song Heping and others were blindfolded, and the "Scorpion" team members tied their hands behind their backs with restraints.

Sitting in the cabin, all I could hear was the sound of the engine and propeller.

This style is indeed similar to the legend.

These intelligence guys always make a simple thing mysterious.

Song Heping pondered in his heart.

Just like cooking.

Making it more complicated doesn't make the dish taste better.

But the vegetables can definitely be sold at a higher price.

He heard Thomas chatting with his teammates.

Of course, they are some irrelevant topics.

These idiots have a strong sense of confidentiality and will not talk about sensitive topics in front of Song Heping and others, especially the background of this operation.

They were more likely mocking the "Musician" defense personnel intentionally or unintentionally. The general meaning was that Song Heping and the cook were stupid enough to underestimate the CIA and did not expect that the warhead would fall into their hands.

Song Heping is not worried about this kind of talk.

The warhead issue is not a big deal.

It has been arranged long ago.

The thing that Song Heping is most concerned about now is Angel's situation.

This is a surefire way to counterattack.

If you do as you say.

The whole thing will be reversed.

While escaping, he also dragged the CIA intelligence station in Bakda, Thomas, and even Blackwater International into the water.

About an hour later, the helicopter finally landed.

After getting off the plane, Song Heping heard the sound of Hummer armored vehicles passing by nearby.

Soon, they were taken into a building.

Song Heping silently memorized these directions in his heart, where to turn, where to go, and how far he walked.

I don't think it would be very useful to remember this information.

"Musician" Defense is a small company, and can only be said to be a small shrimp among the numerous mercenary groups and defense companies in Irigo.

There is no strong background and no deep network of contacts.

Even if they were secretly killed by the CIA, no one would know about them.

Song Heping's recent experiences have given him a lot more ideas.

It is not easy to run a PMC company.

Many times, you cannot dominate a region just by having a strong core team. You need people above you and behind you.

At present, Angel has become one of his few resources by chance.

If I can get out this time, I must manage my connections and background well.

As for Thomas.

This dick hair.

Sooner or later he will have to pay for what happened tonight.

hiss-

The hood was finally torn off.

Song Heping opened his eyes and looked around.

Dim light bulb.

Sturdy wooden chair.

There are long tables on both sides.

There is also a thing in front that looks like a massage bed. Of course, there is no soft sponge, only hard wooden boards.

There was a wooden bucket next to the bed with a few towels draped over it.

There were also burly men in khaki T-shirts and sand-colored combat pants.

At first glance, he is an operative in an intelligence organization.

Song Heping was tied up in a chair with his hands behind his back.

No one paid any attention to him. Several strong men seemed to be preparing for their work.

"Fuck..."

Song Heping seemed to anticipate what was going to happen.

I should have thought of it earlier.

Blindfolding myself and the cook, we were brought to this place in a mysterious way...

Where is this place?

Song Heping looked around and got a rough idea of ​​the room.

It seems to be a converted warehouse.

Judging from the fact that I didn’t walk far after getting off the plane, I didn’t even leave the airport.

It seems that Thomas and the others are also very anxious.

They were so anxious to get the answer out of him. They couldn't even wait for the ballistic test results?

Or do you plan to fabricate false evidence here if you really can't get any evidence, and then destroy the body?
It's all possible.

"Oh shit……"

Song Heping suddenly realized that he had underestimated the CIA's shamelessness.

I thought they would pretend to be serious and show their true colors after the ballistic test was completed.

I didn't expect that he didn't even pretend and went straight to the point.

torture.

This is the only explanation.

Song Heping suddenly felt a little cold all over.

The cold air surged up from the soles of my feet.

A hint of fear mixed with a hint of excitement.

Strange emotions linger in the body.

I have received anti-interrogation training.

But this is the first time in actual combat.

His eyes fell on the bucket and towel.

This is crazy...

Waterboarding.

Then look at the long tables on both sides, on which are placed several suitcases.

I couldn't guess what it was before.

No need to ask now.

It must be some strange torture device.

He took a deep breath.

Calm your emotions and heartbeat.

It is extremely unwise to have strong emotions at this time.

Because this will cause excessive consumption of physical energy, it is absolutely not helpful for resisting interrogation, especially waterboarding.

Thomas pushed the door open and walked in.

He came to Song Heping with a smile, half-knelt down and bent over, putting his bearded face in front of Song Heping.

"Sang, I've always admired you, so I don't want you to suffer. As long as you tell me the answer I want to know, you don't even need to sign, just say it, and you can leave immediately."

Song Heping suddenly grinned.

Thomas saw him smile, so he smiled too and moved closer.

Suddenly, Song Heping's head rushed forward and hit Thomas's nose hard.

Snapped--

The sound was so harsh in the quiet warehouse.

"Ow—"

Thomas screamed, covered his nose and took a few steps back. Tears streamed down his face in pain, and bright red blood seeped out from between his fingers that were covering his nose.

"Fuck you! I helped you out after all, and this is how you appreciate me? Hahahaha!"

Song Heping laughed even more happily.

"FUCK! FUCK!"

Thomas jumped up and down, his voice distorted with pain.

"damn it!"

He cursed several times, very viciously, as if this could ease the pain.

When he finally arrived, he said to the others, "Give him an A-grade meal! Serve him well!"

After saying that, he walked to the bucket, picked up a towel and wiped the blood off his face, then returned to Song Heping angrily.

"Kid! Do you know how many times you can endure water torture?"

Song Heping still smiled: "I know you are a bastard without balls."

Thomas's expression turned even uglier. "139 times. It was one of Omar's men, but after enduring 139 times, he became permanently insane."

He stretched out his hand, wanting to pat Song Heping's face, and then proudly told him to enjoy it.

He stretched out his hand halfway and quickly retracted it.

He was afraid that the madman Song Heping would suddenly bite his fingers.

That's no joke.

I have to admit that this is the first time I have seen someone so calm facing CIA interrogation.

"Are you really a pig farmer?"

Thomas suddenly remembered Song Heping's background check.

Song Heping still smiled: "Not only that, I can also kill pigs."

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