At this time, Zhao Ziyang was at a loss. He had no good way to rescue Seth and Zhao Changzheng. The best way was to negotiate and find a way from the negotiations. As for whether he would think of a surprise rescue, the defenders were clearly there.

Fishing. If it still doesn't work in the end, you may have to follow Pandora's method to kill Seth and Zhao Changzheng.

There are two reasons for killing them. One is to prevent them from being punished; the other is to prevent Seth from rebelling under severe punishment. Once Seth rebels, the lurkers will appear in front of the defenders without reservation, and there is no chance of a comeback.

There is no room.

"Special Forces, kill me! Kill me!" Seth, who was tied to a wooden stake, shouted. The bullet that just grazed his scalp made him understand his situation.

He became the bait, and he didn't want to see a group of brothers lose their lives because of it.

"Iron Hand, what are you shouting for? How could they kill us?" Zhao Changzheng, who was tied next to Seth, showed disbelief.

After coming to the mercenary group, Zhao Changzheng felt that this was a world pursued by real men. They were rude, bold, and maybe very harsh or even crazy in his training, but these guys were very kind to him. In addition, he had free time every day.

The little wild cat who came to play with him for nothing, and Zhao Ziyang who brought him back, naturally no one made any expressions to him, and they all got along very harmoniously.

Under this harmonious relationship, Zhao Changzheng's first reaction when he was in danger was that the mercenaries would save him. Although he was not yet a member of the lurkers, he expressed distrust of Seth's words.

"Boy, hehe..." Seth raised his head and squinted his eyes to look at the sun in the sky, licked his dry lips and said: "We are bait now, understand? Brothers will save us, but as long as they appear, they will be protected by the defenders.

Sniper, do you think it’s better for us to be dead or alive?”

This sentence reveals their true situation now. No one wants to see their comrades lying in front of them. The lurkers lurking in the sand dunes don't want to see it, and Seth doesn't want to see it, so Seth would rather himself

die.

"You mean the defenders deliberately refused to kill us and used us to kill us lurkers?" Zhao Changzheng heard what Seth said.

"That's right, so we have to die, hehehe..." Seth grinned.

Zhao Changzheng was a little confused when he encountered this situation for the first time. He lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking. He had never experienced the battlefield, so naturally he could not face life and death calmly. Living was far more tempting than dying.

Zhao Changzheng, who had his head drooped, slowly raised his head, glanced at the sand dunes in the distance, and roared loudly: "Grandma, if you become a good man again after eighteen years, kill me!"

Zhao Changzheng raised his head and his eyes exuded a strong wildness. Although there was a fear of death on his face, he was more heroic and risk-taking.

Two defender mercenaries walked out of the next room. One mercenary held a saber and cut off the rope that bound Seth, dragging him towards the house with one hand.

"Damn it, what are you doing? Let go of Iron Hand!" Zhao Changzheng glared angrily and roared at the mercenary.

With a "snap" sound, a cane hit Zhao Changzheng's face hard, and his cheeks were immediately ripped apart.

"Ah!..." A painful groan came from Zhao Changzheng's mouth, and blood dripped down from his right cheek, staining half of his clothes red.

"Quack, quack, quack, keep shouting loudly." The extremely tough defender mercenary let out a strange laugh, with cruel desire exuding in his eyes.

"Pa", the cane fell on Zhao Changzheng's body again, shredding the clothes on his chest, and the rolled flesh and skin turned pale and dyed bright red by the gushing blood.

"Ouch..." The pain was even more intense than the one on his face, and Zhao Changzheng let out a long howl of pain.

"Boy, don't scream, otherwise it will put pressure on our people." Seth shouted loudly.

"You can't even protect yourself, haha." Another mercenary laughed at Seth, threw him into the room and handed him over to other mercenaries, while he pulled out a saber and walked towards Zhao Changzheng.

"Pah, pah, pah..." The cane kept hitting Zhao Changzheng, splitting his skin and flesh.

However, after Seth said those words, Zhao Changzheng held on and did not cry out in pain. He knew that his pain would really bring pressure to the group of lurker brothers, and it would very likely make them lose their composure.

"Pretty tough." The mercenary wielding a saber nodded at the mercenary who was beating Zhao Changzheng, took over the torture work, and continued to torture Zhao Changzheng.

At this time, Zhao Changzheng was speechless due to the severe pain in his body. He could only stare at the mercenary in front of him with his slightly bulging eyes. He wanted to spit in the other person's face, but he couldn't because of his hardness.

The clenched teeth seemed to be stuck together.

"Do you know where the pain nerves in the human body are most densely distributed?" the mercenary asked Zhao Changzheng with a grin, then straightened his cheek and said: "The alveolar. This is close to the brain, and the nerve lines are densely distributed. If you are hit, it will cause

The pain is more obvious than other parts."

Zhao Changzheng gritted his teeth and still waited for the mercenary, waiting for him to take action.

With a muffled "bang" sound, the handle of the saber hit Zhao Changzheng hard on the right cheek, forcing Zhao Changzheng to open his closed mouth.

A big blood-stained tooth slipped from his mouth, and then a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Zhao Changzheng's face became distorted in pain.

"Also, there is the armpit." The mercenary pinched Zhao Changzheng's chin and said very gently: "Usually, if the armpit is severely damaged, a person will lose combat effectiveness instantly. This is because there is a pain-sensing gland in the armpit.

It has pain-sensing nerves connecting the whole body, so..."

The tip of the saber penetrated Zhao Changzheng's armpit from bottom to top, then slowly rotated and penetrated.

Zhao Changzheng trembled all over after being punished in this way, and the blood in his mouth dripped down with the uncontrollable trembling.

"Quack, quack..." the mercenary let out a satisfied laugh, very satisfied with Zhao Changzheng's performance.

At this time, another mercenary came over with a basin of water and said with a smile: "The colonel ordered, this one is relatively weak, so be careful."

"I understand, hahaha..."

The saber was drawn out, and the torture mercenary stepped aside.

"Boy, let me give you a bath, haha..."

With a "splash" sound, a basin of water splashed onto Zhao Changzheng's torn body.

This is a basin of thick salt water. The salt water stings his wound to the greatest extent. As the salt water invades the wound, all the transmitting nerve fibers in the body become active, transmitting the sensed to the parafascicular nucleus on the inner side of the thalamus to generate a strong response.

.

"Uh!..." A muffled groan came from Zhao Changzheng's throat, and his body twitched violently. His two palms were stretched to the limit under the pain, and all ten of his toes were also stretched and twitching.

"Hahaha, wait for your teammates to save you." The mercenary laughed arrogantly, dropped the basin and walked towards the house.

Zhao Changzheng, who was tortured by pain, hung his head heavily and passed out. He had never been punished before and could not hold on. The salt water mixed with blood dripped on the ground under his feet and dyed it red, dazzling the eyes. The salt was still cauterizing the wound, but it was

The body's protective mechanism forcibly cut off the senses so that he could not feel it.

After a short time, the blood on Zhao Changzheng's body dried up under the scorching sun, but the wound mixed with thick salt water was still open ferociously, glowing a shocking dark red.

"This little guy has very hard bones." Tiger Shark made a sound of admiration.

Indeed, for the 18-year-old Zhao Changzheng who has never experienced anything, there are not many people who can be so strong-willed. This is innate and cannot be changed the day after tomorrow.

"If it's cartilage, there's no need to save it." Staring at Zhao Changzheng, who was baking alone under the scorching sun, Zhao Ziyang began to take action.

Zhao Changzheng was entrusted to him by Zhao Zhengrong. He could not let this kid die no matter what, otherwise he would not be able to explain to Zhao Zhengrong, even though Zhao Changzheng's capture was just an accident.

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This is when the defender asked Seth to use the radio to decode the lurker's radio frequency and enter the lurker's frequency for communication.

"I know, let the colonel talk to me." Zhao Ziyang held down the headset and waved Pandora to come closer to him.

Pandora and Zhao Ziyang came closer and squatted face to face, preparing to talk to the colonel.

"Special Forces, you're fine." came the colonel's voice, full of confidence.

"You're fine." Zhao Ziyang said with a smile on his lips and cold eyes: "The colonel's research on Chinese culture is good, and the words "goodbye, fine" are just right."

"Haha, Chinese culture is something that every soldier should learn. Sun Tzu's Art of War was once regarded as a treasure by West Point Military Academy, but Mr. Special Forces seems to have forgotten it."

The colonel was ridiculing Zhao Ziyang, saying that Zhao Ziyang did not understand the art of war and tactics.

"Well..." Zhao Ziyang smiled disdainfully and said to the colonel: "Colonel, I want to ask a personal question. Do you use a knife and fork when eating Chinese food?"

The colonel on the other end of the radio seemed stunned for a moment, then nodded with a smile and said: "Yes."

"That's it, you can't even learn how to eat Chinese food. How can you imitate Sun Tzu's Art of War?"

"Hahaha..." The colonel laughed loudly and said nonchalantly: "Special Forces soldier, your thinking is very quick and agile, and you are qualified to be the leader of lurkers. It is very good, haha. But I am not here to chat with you.

I’m here to communicate and communicate with you.”

"Oh, since we don't want to chat, forget it." Zhao Ziyang curled his lips and said, "You have studied Sun Tzu's Art of War very well, but you just used it in a different way. Thirty minutes, I will only give you thirty minutes, if you don't

Let them go, and I will kill both of them, Seth, and then I will kill you and your defenders."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Ziyang turned off the radio directly.

This sentence was very harsh, enough to give the colonel time to think. Obviously, the colonel's biggest reliance was Seth. He believed that the lurker would go to Seth at all costs, so he dared to be so bold, but Zhao Ziyang's harsh words

The words would cause him to have a slight wavering in his thinking.

"Colonel, how are you doing?" Hunter asked the colonel.

The colonel who was asked smiled, shook his head and said: "The special forces are difficult to deal with. Maybe he will really kill our genius Seth, and then kill us."

The relaxed colonel actually felt a little heavy in his heart. He was guessing what Zhao Ziyang was thinking. Because he had little contact with Zhao Ziyang and lacked information on his psychological behavior, he could not tell whether this sentence was a weak threat or a true thought.

"Haha, you just wait to die." Seth laughed, pointed at the colonel and said loudly: "The special forces soldier is a bastard, a very interesting bastard. He will kill me and then kill you to avenge me, don't believe you

Can you tie me up outside and try?"

"Really?" Hunter Fox showed a charming smile, walked up to Seth, lifted his chin with one finger and said, "If the special forces wanted to kill you, the shot just now would not have gone through your head.

So what he said is false."

Seth sniffed the scent of the hunting fox vigorously, closed his eyes with enjoyment and said relaxedly: "You can try it."

With a "boom", Seth's body flew backwards, hit the wall and then landed heavily on the ground.

"Papa..." Hunting Fox patted his boots lightly and said to Seth, who was clutching his belly, "Before you give it a try, let me play with our genius Seth."
Chapter completed!