The strongest soldier

It was too late at night and all the guests had fallen asleep. The two of them arrived at the door of the room smoothly, hiding on the left and the right, with their backs against the wall. The boss looked at Luo Zheng, asking questions in his eyes. Luo Zheng thought for a while and motioned to the boss not to move. , seeing that the room diagonally opposite was ajar, it was dark inside, and it didn’t look like anyone was living in it, so he opened the door and went in. He quickly came out with a pillow and signaled the surprised boss to be silent.

Luo Zheng leaned against the wall, quickly took off his coat and wrapped the pillow, then took out his smart card to open the door. With a sharp click, the door lock opened. Luo Zheng pushed the door open and threw the pillow inside, creating the illusion that someone had entered the room. The whole body was tense and serious.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Three bullets attacked in a Z-shaped pattern, blowing up the pillow.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Luo Zheng also fired, listening to the wind to identify the position, and shot towards the hidden corner of the opponent. The bullet whizzed away with Luo Zheng's anger and worry, tearing apart the spatial barrier, and there was a muffled groan in the room. When there was a sound, Luo Zheng leaned against the wall outside the door, not daring to rush in without knowing the situation, and listened carefully to what was going on in the room.

After waiting for a while, there was no movement in the room. This situation was very strange. Normally, after being exposed, one should fight back crazily, or at least run away. Luo Zheng took a quick glance with his head in surprise, and then retracted to the door. He didn't see anything suspicious. Target, Luo Zheng gave the boss a look. The boss walked into the room diagonally opposite knowingly, brought a pillow over again, took off his clothes, wrapped them, and handed them to Luo Zheng.

Luo Zheng quickly looked over and found no target. He should be hiding in the corner. Luo Zheng entered the door carefully and threw the pillow forward. Someone shot again at the corner. Luo Zheng rushed over like lightning, taking advantage of the opponent being attracted by the pillow. In the past moment, the cold muzzle of the gun quickly locked onto the target and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" From a distance of four to five meters, the bullet accurately hit the opponent's palm. The palm exploded and the pistol fell to the side. Luo Zheng appeared, aiming the gun at the opponent. He was a middle-aged man, a Westerner, and he was also hit in the leg. The shot should have been caused just now. No wonder he didn't run or attack. However, Luo Zheng couldn't figure out why there was only one person, but now was not the time to talk about this. His face turned cold and he kicked him in the air.

"Bang!" A dull sound came from the close contact between the shoes and the face. The two parties were less than one meter apart. How could the injured person avoid Luo Zheng's hateful blow? However, Luo Zheng did not expect that the other party was not kicked directly. Fainting, his body just rolled to the side, and a thought flashed through his mind: He was a master.

Facing an expert, Luo Zheng would never leave any room, let alone look down upon. He hit the opponent with a powerful kick, hitting the spot where the opponent was shot. The opponent managed to dodge in a panic, screamed in agony, and more blood flowed out. When the blood came, Luo Zheng did not give up, but rushed forward like lightning. The M9 saber pierced the opponent's other thigh without hesitation, grabbed the opponent's cheek with his palm sensitively, and hit the opponent's head hard with the handle of the gun, beating the opponent. Dizzy, the boss was dumbfounded. He was secretly glad that he had chosen to cooperate and not resist. Isn't this too cruel?

"Please close the door." After Luo Zheng subdued the opponent, he breathed a sigh of relief and ordered coldly. While checking the opponent's mouth, he found another fang. Luo Zheng pulled out his saber, picked out the fang from the opponent's mouth, and then Cut the sheets and tie the other person's hands and feet before searching him.

There was nothing except a gun, three magazines and some cash. Luo Zheng was extremely angry and woke up the other party by pinching him. This time Luo Zheng learned the lesson and did not use the knife to threaten him, but looked at the other party coldly. Said: "Your wound is very deep. With the current speed of studying abroad, you will die in half an hour. In this process, you will see how you die. It is very interesting. Take your time and savor it."

Watching the blood flow out of the body, this process of waiting for death is very painful. It is an irresistible torture. It is unbearable to be tortured. Luo Zheng knows that these guys have received professional training and will not give in easily. If it doesn't work, they will They talk nonsense together and interfere with their own judgment. The ordinary interrogation methods are useless. They can only attack their willpower and make them fear.

"If you have any means, just use it." The other party said coldly, unmoved.

"There is no other way. I can slow down your blood loss and prolong your death process. It's not easy to live. It's not bad to see this beautiful world more." Luo Zheng sneered, pulled off the cloth and bandaged the opponent's palm. It's not that Luo Zheng is merciful, but prolonging the death process can destroy a person's willpower. This kind of despair of not dying is very unbearable.

Sure enough, this man's face changed drastically. Death is not scary. What is scary is watching oneself die. What is even scarier is that as the process lengthens, the fear of death will also lengthen. No one can bear the long-term torture of death. Just like many terminally ill patients choose to commit suicide, people choose to commit suicide when they are desperate because they do not want to endure this painful process.

"Kill me." The other party's face changed slightly and he shouted loudly.

"Kill you? That's a nice thought. You should know that death is sometimes a luxury, more difficult than living. You have received professional training, and the interrogation will have no results. In this case, you might as well have fun. There are still three hours to go. It's daybreak, but I'm sure you won't be able to see the sun tomorrow, for at most two hours. If you can survive for two hours, I'll give you a treat." Luo Zheng said coldly.

"You are a devil, we will not let you go." The other party panicked and shouted.

"Really? I can't ask for it. I'm worried that I can't find them. It's best." Luo Zheng sneered. He was unmoved. If he dares to kidnap Lan Xue, he must bear the consequences. For these people, Luo Zheng only has hatred and enemies in his heart. He must be killed, and keeping him will only be a disaster. The deadly feud has been settled, and there is no room for maneuver.

"Devil, damn it, what do you want to know?" the other party said in panic, not doubting Luo Zheng's determination at all. Professionally trained killers know very well that once the blood loss reaches a certain level, the brain consciousness will be scattered and will not be affected by it. Control, when the time comes Luo Zheng will answer whatever he asks, so it's better to just have fun.

"Very good, where are my people?" Luo Zheng asked coldly.

"Why don't you ask who we are? Do you know who you have offended?" the other party asked angrily, with a cold look on his face. Seeing that Luo Zheng remained unmoved and looked unconcerned, he couldn't help but be startled and continued. : "I don't know either. You should know our behavior. Everyone only does what they should do and knows what they need to know. You can't ask about other things and don't need to know, otherwise you will die faster."

Luo Zheng really didn't know this, so he continued to ask coldly: "Where is your headquarters?"