Whether to buy information is extremely difficult for Buck. But soon, he made a decision. It was neither not to buy nor agree to the other party's conditions. Since it was a buying and selling, there was naturally a offer and a bargain.

"Anderson, tell him that my authority can only be given 600,000. This is my limit." Soon, Buck contacted the webmaster of the service station via satellite phone. The black man Anderson. Holding the phone, Buck said in a deep voice: "As for the green card... I need to obtain information, and determine whether it is worth our application for him."

Soon, Anderson's voice came from the other end of the phone: "No, no, no...man, the rules are not like this. We can only tell the other party that you can give him 600,000 yuan. A green card, we will only tell the other party that you can't give it. We will not tell him that after you get the information, you will see if the information is worth your application."

"Man, it's not our first day of business. It's not the first time that we've sold intelligence. Isn't it embarrassing for you to say that it's not worth it?!" Anderson whispered on the other end of the satellite phone: "Buck, my old friend. I won't tell him that."

Buck's face turned gloomy and he roared in a low voice: "What should I do?! I want to apply for a green card, so I can get a reply from my boss at least five days later. You also said that he only gave me three days! Farke, three days! Where can I go to apply for a green card for him?! I don't have this permission!"

Anderson on the other end of the phone was silent. The two of them had been dealing with each other twice. They dared not tell each other that they were completely aware of each other, but they were very confident in each other's authority. Buck was telling the truth. The limit he could apply for here was 600,000 US dollars.

Don’t think that Americans spend money without blinking, that’s about weapons and equipment and war. But for such front-line work, in fact, they don’t spend too much. In other words, those who actually do intelligence work will not actually be as expensive as Bond in the movie.

If that kind of person makes information, he will probably be killed by his boss before he is killed by the enemy - I can find more good people to do this with the same money. Why am I nervous about spending a lot of money and letting a bastard who is swaying around the market and scattering among women all day long to operate?!

"Buck, my old friend. You know this is not in accordance with the rules..." Anderson on the other end of the phone said in a deep voice. What else did Buck open his mouth and want to say. But then he was interrupted by Anderson: "But I can protect you, of course! The premise is that you need to pay us a commission of 100,000 US dollars. At the same time, we are the middlemen to determine whether the information is worth your green card."

After a pause, Anderson said in a deep voice: "I think the other party may be willing to trade in this way. Of course! If his intelligence is judged by us to be worth paying a green card, then..."

"I won't be able to pay the bill, I will get him a green card." Buck said solemnly to Anderson on the other end of the phone: "No one will go to pay the bill from the service station, and I am no exception. As long as this information is worth it, I will pay him a green card."

Anderson on the other end of the phone seemed relieved and whispered: "Okay, then I can try it for you."

"Thank you..." After saying these words, Buck seemed to have used all his strength. But he saw him slumped on the chair and pressed the phone off. Denton looked at his boss carefully and whispered: "Boss, do we really want to buy this information from that old guy Anderson? God! That's six hundred thousand! Our half-year funding!"

Buck raised his head weakly and sighed, "What else?! If Lu Song didn't tell lies, then we would cause a troubled enemy. Those men are in the United States, so they are fine. What about us?! We have to do things here in Africa! Damn idiots! I don't know why they were provoking jackals..."

"Are you going to start torture?" Lying on the bed, Hou Dasheng asked with a smile as he looked at a white man who came to his bed. As soon as this man came in, Hou Dasheng knew who he was. This was the guy who kicked his grenade away with one kick. This was a week after Hou Dasheng woke up.

The white man has now washed off the oil paint on his face, and his whole face looks very clear. He held his arms and looked at Hou Dasheng and smiled: "Man, to be honest, you are one of the toughest tough guys I have ever seen. Even if we are on a hostile standpoint, I still want to praise you: Tough guys!"

"Thank you, but unfortunately I didn't kill you after all. This makes me regret." Hou Dasheng looked at the white man and whispered after a while: "How about it, shouldn't you just talk to me when you came here today?"

The man looked at Hou Dasheng with complicated eyes, and then said, "Although I don't want to, I still need to execute the order. You will be sent to a pervert, who is a madman. I hope you can survive."

After saying that, the man raised his hand. The men in black who were guarding Hou Dasheng immediately stood up, but they saw them untied Hou Dasheng's handcuffs and shackles in a few seconds. They pulled him up from the bed. They held his hands tightly, put new shackles and handcuffs on him, and hung his head hood at the same time. Then they held him and walked out the door.

This was the first time Hou Dasheng walked out of this room after he woke up. Unfortunately, at this time, Hou Dasheng couldn't see what was going on outside. The person who held him turned left and right and seemed to have taken an elevator. After a moment of shock, Hou Dasheng felt that the elevator seemed to be going down. Then the door opened with a "Ding~!"

Hou Dasheng was carried on and continued walking. After walking for about a minute, Hou Dasheng felt the feeling of sunlight shining on his body. This feeling has not been felt for a long time. The ward he lived in was completely closed. Hou Dasheng couldn't even tell the difference between day and night.

He didn't even know how long he had lived. Then he seemed to be stuffed into a car, and the car drove out. About ten minutes after driving out, Hou Dasheng heard the sound of waves in his ears. Then he was taken out of the car, walked for a while and walked down a ladder.

Then he was sent onto the boat, and the sound of the waves in his ears became louder. Then there was the sound of the speedboat sailing. After about ten minutes of speedboats, Hou Dasheng was escorted down again. This time, he carried his two men and took Hou Dasheng into the car. After about ten minutes of driving, he was sent out of the car.

This was because Hou Dasheng no longer felt the warmth of the sun shining on his body. After walking in the room for more than a minute, Hou Dasheng felt that he was being taken down a staircase. Then he was pressed onto the chair, and the handcuffs on his hands and shackles on his feet were also locked onto the chair. At the same time, Hou Dasheng was fixed onto the chair with a belt.

At this time, his head hood was lifted up. The moment the head hood was lifted, Hou Dasheng's eyes involuntarily narrowed. Because a strong light shot into his eyes, in front of him were three men wearing white coats, masks and glasses.

"Friends, we will play a game soon." The man in a white coat stood in the middle with a smile in his eyes: "If you cooperate, the time for this game will be shortened. Of course, I will be very sorry. It is said that you are a tough guy, and I like tough guys very much..."

But the man looked at Hou Dasheng and whispered: "Okay, let's start with the simplest: What's your name? Occupation, hobby..."

"I'm fucking Nima!" Hou Dasheng said this to the man in Mandarin without expression. The man's face remained unchanged, but the man in white on his right opened a box. Under the dim light, you could see the box containing bright knives!

There are also probes, small hammers, and even small saws. The doctor in the middle looked at Hou Dasheng and whispered: "We all know that you can speak English, and you can understand what I say. So, you don't plan to answer my questions. This is very good."

But the man who looked like a doctor reached out and immediately handed him a scalpel in the white coat on his right. The doctor walked to Hou Dasheng, adjusted Hou Dasheng's chair, and made his waist bend directly facing his arm.

"This~~" The scalpel is very sharp. The white coat just scratched it gently and directly cut the skin on Hou Dasheng's hand! The scarlet muscle tissue was immediately exposed to the air! The stinging pain made Hou Dasheng groan.

The white coat did not stop, but saw him reaching back again. The white coat on his left opened another box at some point, took out a pair of pliers and handed it to his hand: "I know this pain is of no use to you, you are a tough guy!"

"So I decided to exacerbate it. I believe you will enjoy this game very much." The white coat said, gently avoiding the blood vessels on Hou Dasheng's arm and gently cut them along the texture of Hou Dasheng's muscles like cutting a steak.

Hou Dasheng's face was sweating protruded, and his hands and feet began to tremble a little. The muscles on his arms were cut in front of you. Moreover, the other party deliberately cuts your muscles slowly. This pain will make many people crazy. The more Hou Dasheng trembles, the more painful it will be.

He gritted his teeth and stopped trembling. The white coat didn't seem to care about what Hou Dasheng was doing now. He just used pliers to pinch Hou Dasheng's muscles and gently pulled them up! The cut skin, the cut muscles were pulled up directly by the pliers, and the scene suddenly became bloody!

"I'm calling a doctor, you can call me a doctor." The white coat said softly without raising his head: "I won't ask you any questions. If you want to say, you can speak. If you don't say, we will continue."
Chapter completed!