"I have said everything I know..." Tunqin is sitting in the chair with his head blankly. In front of him are four white men wearing unmarked camouflage uniforms, as strong as a bear. One of them has golden eyebrows, and her eyebrows are golden hair, and she looks like a big beard. She glances at the other man next to her who is thinner and has a short chestnut hair. She has a look inquired.

The chestnut-haired man looked through the notebook on the table, then said in a hoarse voice: "Forty-two interrogations, sixty methods have been changed in succession. The confessions obtained are basically the same. And based on background investigation and basic surveys, he has not received special anti-punishment training. To sum up, what he said is basically true."

The white man with thick hair and a big beard nodded. Then he led the crowd to leave the room without a window and was illuminated by the headlights in the room that was unknown day and night. He knocked on the room door with "dong dong dong..." and the small window on the door was opened.

A masked man with his face covered and only brown eyes exposed outside opened the small window and took a look, then closed the small window and opened the thick iron door with a "click..." holding the document, four white men left the dark interrogation room silently.

He and the two masked men outside the interrogation room nodded, and the four men walked directly to the corridor ahead. From outside the door, they walked through a dimly lit corridor and walked about two hundred meters away. They would see a step with moss. Following the steps up about one hundred steps, they saw two other masked people watching them up with mp5 in their hands.

At the end of the stairs was a thick iron gate. The four of them stood outside the iron gate, and the two men in black had already looked over. After carefully looking at them several times, they confirmed that there were only four of them, and one of the two men in black pressed a red button on the wall.

"Beep~~~Crack~Crack..." The crisp sound of mechanical gear rotation sounded, and the iron fence door was slowly pushed away from the side. After the four of them moved the iron fence away, they came to a lower platform where the two masked men were. Finally, they checked, and a masked man pressed his finger on a position near him with his finger.

Then, when the gears were rotating, a wall on the left side of the platform slowly opened and an elevator was exposed. The white man with a beard nodded to the two masked men, and then he took the other three people and the confessions in his hands into the elevator.

After the four of them got in, the elevator slowly closed. Then they moved upwards with a "click-click..." None of the four people along the way spoke. Everyone looked straight ahead and remained silent. The elevator slowly stopped, and the place where they appeared was a very ordinary warehouse.

In the warehouse, countless workers were busy. These workers seemed to have become accustomed to people coming and going here, and they didn't even look at the four people. The four people didn't pay attention to anyone. They just looked straight ahead and walked out of the elevator in an arrow formation toward the warehouse door that was spread by the sun.

Outside the warehouse, a black Chevrolet sedan was parked. Four people got into the car, and the bearded white man sat in the back seat. The thin white man pulled open the cab. The car roared "Woo~!" and left.

When the car stopped again, it was already evening. The location was a restaurant outside New York. The four of them got off the car and entered the restaurant called "river". The waitress in simple work clothes smiled and greeted her. The four of them ordered some pasta casually. Then they walked towards the second floor.

Although the stairs marked "Work area, please do not enter". However, the four of them seemed to have seen nothing and walked straight towards the second floor. What's even more strange is that the waitress did not stop them. Instead, she lowered her head and went to the kitchen on her own.

On the second floor is a corridor with incandescent lamps. On both sides of the corridor are offices. The four of them are familiar with the corridor to the last room. But the bearded white man knocked on the door gently, "Tu tuk ~!"

"Come in!" A low voice sounded inside. The man seemed to not care who was outside the door, and was very relieved about it. The bearded white man heard the answer inside, and then opened the door with a "click" sound and walked in with three other people.

But in the room, there was a bald forehead wearing a pair of glasses. She was very obese and bloated. She looked about fifty years old. The fat on his face was a little drooping. The four of them walked in and he just raised his eyelids. Then he continued to lower his head and wrote something: "You guys sit!"

The four of them sat down in the office without being polite. Behind the fat white man was a window with curtains on his left. On his left was a huge bookcase. Behind the dark brown desk, he sat on a soft and comfortable boss chair.

In front of the dark brown desk is a European-style coffee table. On the coffee table is a set of English tea sets and a crystal glass wine bottle. The bottle contains brown wine. It looks like it is whiskey. There are cups placed next to the crystal glass wine bottle.

A few minutes after the four of them sat down on the sofa, the fat white man seemed to have finished his work. He took off his glasses, stood up and moved his body lazily to sit down in front of the sofa. He picked up the wine glass and poured some wine for the four of them.

Regardless of whether the four people drink or not, he picked up the ice cube and threw it in. After smacking the wine, he squinted his eyes and said, "Damn it, I really want to retire now. Every day, these damn bad things are everywhere. I really don't know what the idiots at the headquarters will do besides creating trouble and preparing to create trouble?!"

The four of them did not answer. They didn't even touch the wine glass in front of them. They still kept looking straight, silent like a sculpture. Only the bearded white man reached out to his thin companion and took out the confession and looked at the fat man and said, "Daogen, the confession has been checked. No problem."

The fat white man who called Daogen took the confession and swept it quickly. There was no other sound at the scene, only he was flipping the paper "rustling..." sound. In less than ten minutes, Daogen had already put down the confession in his hand. His eyes were still slightly narrowed.

But what appeared in the narrowed eyes was a slight cold light: "There is no problem with confession, this is the biggest problem."

"He insisted that China was going to deal with him. But according to our on-site investigation, those methods of doing things had obvious and strong mercenary styles. Many tactics and shooting methods were not introduced by China. Even if they were secretly introduced, they would not be able to form combat power so quickly!"

Daogen pointed at the confession documents on the desktop with his fingers and said coldly: "That Tunqin cannot die. He needs to go back."

The four of them still didn't say anything, and their silence seemed to have become an attitude. Daogen seemed to be very used to them, and continued on his own: "It is best to raise Tunqin to keep him moving. He...is useful."

After saying that, he stood up and returned to the front of the desk. The four of them also got up and turned around and left. After the four of them left, Daogen picked up the phone on the desk and dialed a number. There were two sounds on the other end of the phone, and it was picked up.

"I am Daogen, the situation is a bit complicated now..." Holding the phone, Daogen did not sit on the chair. He stood up straight and said in a deep voice to the other end of the phone: "We are not sure now whether China has reached any agreement with the mercenary group. But this time the action is obviously like a mercenary. However, the survivors insisted that it was done by the Chinese."

The other end of the phone was silent for a while, then a low baritone came out: "Find out clearly who did it. This is very important to us. Two teams turned in, which is not the most troublesome thing. We need to know how combat capabilities of China's current small troops are. This is related to the strategic adjustment of the headquarters."

"What's happening there... I'll ask someone to go to the service station to catch the wind." The baritone voice on the other end of the phone was low: "According to the habit of China, they are unlikely to have anything to do with mercenaries. That surviving word may not be credible. Let's understand from his opponent. Maybe it's the person his opponent invited."

Daogen held the phone and continued with his eyes narrowed, "To be honest, there are not a group of mercenaries who can swallow two teams directly. But there are only a few. I have touched them before, and they are not at the scene. Simply put, their nearest one is also in the jungle of South America. So they have no chance to participate in the battle of China thousands of kilometers away."

"In fact, I prefer those surviving words. These things are the actions of China." Daogen held the phone and said in a deep voice: "I have dealt with them too much. Maybe in terms of combat style, it is not like they did. But in terms of effect, it is what they want."

As he said that, Daogen couldn't help but touch the corners of his ribs and couldn't help but twitch: "That tiger... thought that he was still alive and was still jumping around. I don't want anyone to die again."

"If it were the tiger's work, things would have become very troublesome..." The other end of the phone was surprisingly consistent with Daogen's opinion: "But the news we received was that he had only had some contact with the Siliex family. He did not do more."
Chapter completed!