The door didn't need to be knocked open, and he and his comrades were lying ambushed on both sides of the wall outside the door.

The door is open.

The light flickers as the people move.

An Zhiyuan made a gesture because he heard from his headphones that he had already taken his place.

It only took a few minutes and there were no people standing in the entire cell.

The smell of blood on the ground was disgusting. They had become accustomed to this kind of blood, because the five people in the room looked at the man "Wu Gang" hanging on the wooden stake and wanted to kill these beasts again.

An Zhiyuan waved his hand. They could not stay for too long. Their task was to leave, safely complete their tasks, stuff their backpacks into the ghost next to them, "Clean the scene and let's leave."

In more than forty-five hours—5 of his ribs were broken by blunt objects, his legs were peeled and peeled below the knees, his nose was cut off by the blades, his eyes were smashed, his chin was broken by the blunt objects, and his 8 fingers were cut off.

The cruelest thing is that during the entire abuse process, he couldn't faint from the pain because he was beaten by the drug dealer. (This is excerpted from Duma, please forgive me for being so bloody, but he is a fact. If he doesn't know, he won't be 404.)

Wu Gang, who was still breathing a sigh of relief, looked at them weakly. He could no longer hold on, but these people still refused to let him die.

Death has also become a luxury.

They all remembered a saying that the reason why you can’t see the darkness is because countless brave people blocked the darkness in places you can’t see.

This sentence expresses the helplessness and desolation of these drug-killing police officers.

An Zhiyuan picked the person off the pillar, yes, this word is called picking!

Because the person was pressed against his palms and limbs on his hands, I wonder if he could hold on until he could go back in this breath, but An Zhiyuan didn't miss Bai Xiao so much for a moment.

If Bai Xiao is by his side, would Wu Gang be able to be saved?

At least let him survive.

"Wu Gang, we are the Chinese special forces, I am the captain, we will take you out immediately. We are back home!"

Looking at such a comrade, everyone's eyes are filled with tears. Who says men don't cry easily? It's just that they haven't reached the sad place.

This is a tragic song they wrote with their life and blood.

Wu Gang shook his head. He could no longer see his comrades. After choking in pain, "Give me... I... bronze... hurry..."

Everyone burst into tears, and An Zhiyuan shook his head, "You have to hold on, we will take you back soon. All the fun is over, let me fill in the fun here, don't leave a living!" With tears in his eyes, An Zhiyuan carried Wu Gang on his back and prepared to leave.

The anger of revenge in their hearts was burning, and these people deserved to die.

The bullets were loaded, and the angry anger was about to crush all the dust.

An Zhiyuan noticed that Wu Gang was tilted on his back, and the ghost touched his pulse and shook his head.

The air pressure suddenly dropped.

An Zhiyuan carried the person hard, "Comrade, we go home, we don't know your name, but you want to go back to your country." The five people held the guns in their hands. Their thick black hair was knotted with sweat, and their faces were covered with black and green oil paint. The green T-shirts on their bodies were dirty because of the soil and sweat, but they were so grand.

He calmly wondered whether he could order to return to the place where they tortured him and kill all the bastards who were still there, even a few, and these people were not enough to calm their anger, which they deserved.

But his task was to get what they wanted. He had not completed it and had to leave here. If they were not calm, they might be killed, which would endanger his comrades. He had learned a long time ago to separate emotions from impulses, which kept him awake and would not hinder his current mission, but... Damn! He really wanted to kill those bastards.

These people who died in front of you were not enough.

These people are no longer worthy of being called humans.

"retreat!"

He whispered.

Everyone's eyes became dim, and they did not refute anything, but they knew it was an order.
Chapter completed!