Even though he was caught by the militants, Long Zhan was not at all panic.
He knew that being calm could save him. Panic would not bring any benefits, but would instead ruin the opportunity and escape from it.
"Don't worry, you don't have to worry about her. You know, I admire your strength very much. You are a brave man. Unfortunately, it must be painful for you to be alone here. No comrades will come to help you because they are all dead."
The lion pretended to say these sour words to the Dragon War, and deliberately mentioned the pain points of the Dragon War.
All the brothers who wanted to use Long Zhan died in the helicopter, this thing was to hit Long Zhan hard to satisfy his perverted desires.
After saying that.
The lion signaled the militants next to him and called out a name: "Sarah."
The militant named Sara knew what the Lion wanted him for just hearing the name. It was obviously his confidant. After hearing this, he went to grab a bowl of water and put it in front of Long Zhan.
"If you are a smart person, I suggest you tell me immediately, when and where to pick you up when and when you say it, I will not kill you."
The lion said to Long Zhan with a very steady voice.
He wanted to ask the helicopter's location and then send someone to use missiles to block the helicopter. It would be too valuable to him to knock out a helicopter.
"What helicopter?"
Long Zhan knew the Lion's little thoughts, and pretended to know, just pretended to be stupid.
The lion saw that Dragon War did not play according to the routine, and signaled to Sarah again.
Sara understood the lion's meaning again, walked over with a fierce expression and pressed Long Zhan's head, aiming the gun at his chest to threaten him.
"You want to play tricks on me? It's useless to pretend to be stupid. I could hear it clearly at that time." The lion said fiercely.
Sarah also cooperated with the lion's tone and swung Long Zhan's head forward heavily, putting pressure on his limbs, making Long Zhan surrender quickly.
"I tell you, where my helicopter is, you can kill my people. Do you think I don't know? You dream, I won't tell you, what's the point of killing us?"
Long Zhan said with contempt, without even looking at the lion.
"asshole."
The lion still roared with a wide eyebrow: "You killed thousands of my brothers, civilians, innocent women, and children, and why?
For the sake of the sour, for the oil pipes, or a funded puppet government?”
"It's for a bastard like killing you." Long Zhan looked at the lion with his eyes slanted.
"Afghanistan is the cemetery of all major powers. It has defeated various invaders many times, Alexander, Khan, Persia, Britain, and the Soviet Union. They have failed, and the United States will suffer the same fate."
The more the lion spoke, the more angry he became. Then he squatted down and stared at Long Zhan, as if he wanted to vent all his anger and hatred on Long Zhan.
"You American scumbag, you dare to kill people in our peaceful village. You deserve to die, don't think you can live in my hands." The lion became more and more excited.
"This is not your village, isn't it?" Long Zhan replied calmly.
"Hahaha, it was not before, but now it is." The lion showed a strange smile on his face, and he was a little crazy.
He is indeed not from this village, because he comes from Pakistan.
"Although you are not an Afghan, you will die here." Even as a prisoner, Long Zhan is still confident in speaking.
"You will, Americans, so will you."
The lion repeated resentment, turned around and ordered the militants beside him, "Go and bring that girl."
The two militants around him received the order, opened the door and walked outside, preparing to go to the official's prison and bring the little girl over.
"If I let the little girl die in front of you, you will say what I want to know, bastard." The lion was determined to intimidate Long Zhan.
...
In the prison not far away, the big-faced militant who was in charge of the little girl turned around and saw that there were no one else around, then he thought about it.
Want to have some fun and make fun of the little girl.
He used the gun in his hand to use the little girl as a target, held the rifle and pretended to aim at her and fired, and joked: "Hehe, do you like it? Little girl."
The little girl curled up in the cage, motionless, and didn't look at him.
The big-faced militants looked at the little girl without looking at him, and they thought it was not fun at all.
He carried the gun and got closer to the little girl, and poked the gun through the cage to vent his perverted aspiration.
The little girl saw the barrel reaching in and was so scared that she curled up and retreated.
"Do you like it? Hahahaha" This big-faced militant smiled pervertedly, as if he wanted to find the exciting pleasure of killing people.
The little girl was already in tears and looked up at the perverted militant.
"Do you like it? Little girl?" the militant teased again.
The little girl was so scared that she hid inside.
Keep shaking your head!
"Come on, come on."
The big face kept waved and signaling, bringing the little girl closer to him.
And reached in and tried to catch the little girl.
The little girl was so scared that she screamed repeatedly by his horrible expression and unlocked dirty movements.
But he made a "shhhhh" gesture to the little girl.
The little girl refused to listen to him and continued to scream.
This time, my screaming was even more powerful, and my heart-wrenching screams curled up into a ball.
Seeing that the little girl didn't buy his account, she tried to tease her in another way.
I played a threatening game on the spot, covering my face with both hands, and then spreading my hands again, inside were faces with claws.
While doing the movement, he said, "Look at me, look at me."
Not only do I want to use my actions to intimidate the little girl, but I also have to force the little girl to see him.
The adults felt frightened when they saw this ghost-like face, not to mention that it was a little girl. The little girl not only didn't stop to see him, but she was so scared that she screamed.
My throat was frightened and I was about to burst.
Just then.
The two militants who came to pick up the little girl pushed open the door and walked in. When they heard the little girl's scream, they saw the big-faced plate coming to the cage.
Thinking that the big-faced plate was molesting, they all said with contempt: "You are such a beast."
However, Big Face Pan didn't care at all. He had this special hobby and was like a lunatic, and he didn't care about other people's opinions at all.
It's like he likes taking photos with corpses and treasures these photos.
...
"You both will die for this crime, damn pagans."
Chapter completed!