Of course, Scott understood the joke and replied humorously: "But we have to come one by one, we can't go together, haha."
"That's right, haha." Mukhtar also laughed.
"You're funny, Mukhtar."
Scott gave a thumbs up to praise, then patted the roof of the car and said, "You have touched me successfully. Can I test drive it?"
"Of course, please."
Mukhtar enthusiastically opened the main driver's door, then walked around to the other side and sat in the co-pilot, and continued to brag: "I'm telling you seriously, my friend, this car will definitely be the safest car you have ever driven."
"Oh? Why do you say that."
Scott joked while wearing his seat belt: "Is it because it's a metal body?"
"Ha ha."
Mukhtar was amused, and without a direct answer, he asked back, "Do you have children now?"
"My fiancée and I are considering it, but I am still a little childish."
Scott continued to talk nonsense, his hands flipped around.
He easily found the key to this car on the passenger's visor. He used to put the keys in these places in second-hand car dealers in European and American countries.
"Do you want to test drive? I can arrange a salesperson to accompany you."
Mukhtar had just said halfway, when the rear side door was suddenly opened from outside, and a huge burly man was stuffed in.
This person is Long Zhan.
"No need to call anymore, I'm just accompanying you." Long Zhan said, grabbing Mukhtar's shoulder with one hand.
"What are you doing?"
Mukhtar was frightened by Long Zhan's burly. He wanted to open the car door but found that the hands on his shoulder were like iron pliers, pressing him down and unable to move at all.
"The test drive has begun."
Scott grinned, started the car and rushed out.
However, just when Long Zhan and Scott used a sub-scheming to successfully take away the target character Mukhtar, a van parked on the side of the road also moved.
Followed up all the way.
...
In the scrap factory.
Locke was not buried alive immediately, and was shot into a sieve by guns, but was taken into the right side of the factory, covering an area of ​​more than 1,000 square meters, tied to the load-bearing cement column with thick and hard ropes.
It's very lively here.
You can see dozens of militants using equipment to modify various items, mainly modified vehicles.
"According to a man named Gray in Beirut, someone wants NATO intelligence, but every base and facility is fully on guard, and you can't do it."
Lock seemed to have guessed where McCanna and the others were going to attack, so he deliberately used words to stimulate him.
Want to verify the correctness of the guess!
"What about NATO's network center?"
Sure enough, someone fell into the trap. The leader of the Arabs asked a question. This question was actually the answer, which was equivalent to telling Locke where the attack was.
McCanna is much smarter in this regard, and you can tell at a glance that she has been trapped.
He scolded angrily: "Are you a fool? How much more information do you want to reveal to him?"
"He is going to die anyway, so what else do you know?" the Arab leader said indifferently.
"So what do you want? Logistics data, base operation details?" Rock asked.
It's also a cliché.
Regardless of whether you can go out alive in the end, find a way to get information in your mind first. If you can go out, you will make a lot of money.
Neither McCanna nor the Arab leader spoke, Locke then said: "I'm sorry, you are unlucky. I have issued an order to make changes and upgrades to the access agreement. You can't get in at all."
“What is the new agreement?”
The Arab leader immediately raised his rifle and pointed it at Locke's head.
"As for the current situation, I don't need to say it."
Locke adds his bargaining chips to himself. As long as he still has value now, he will not be killed by the other party, and the higher the value, the higher the probability of living.
"Yes, so..."
The Arab leader agreed with Locke that he would not kill him until he got the information, but he wanted to get along with him in his way.
A dagger taken out from his waist slowly walked to Locke.
First, he stabbed Locke's gun hole with his right index finger. The pain made Locke's face turn white and sweating. However, he was a tough guy, and he bit him without screaming and begging for mercy.
Seeing that he was so tough, the Arab leader decided to take some more ruthless tricks.
He put the knife down Colonel Locke's chest and prepared to open a few holes on him to bleed, or cut some meat down to reduce weight.
Let Colonel Locke feel what life is worse than death, and then pry his mouth open.
but.
"Wait, I have a better way."
Just as the Arab leader was about to take the knife, McCanna, who was beside him, suddenly made a sound and stopped him, walked to Locke less than half a meter away and said, "I was going to tell you when I was pulling the trigger. I know who killed your son."
Colonel Locke, who was originally prepared to die, had a desperate desire to die, had indeed changed his face when he heard this.
Colonel Locke's son was killed by terrorists, to be precise, by the IRA, which has always been a pain in his heart.
He also kept thinking about finding his son's enemy and avenge his son.
Now that I finally heard the news of Killing the enemy, how could he not let the waves stir up in his heart? No matter how stable his heart is, he is still here to break the defense.
Seeing that what she said was effective, Colonel Locke's eyes had changed and he had a chance to take advantage of.
She immediately continued: "As long as you tell us the new agreement, I will not only tell you the name, but also let you leave alive and take revenge."
I have to say.
McCanna's conditions are indeed very tempting, and it is a huge psychological test for Colonel Locke.
Colonel Locke was silent, and the scenes of his son appearing in his mind.
At that time, the three of them were about to go out to play. The son happily walked in front with the key and went to open the door. His wife walked in the middle and followed his son.
And he answered a call when he was about to come over from behind, but the other end of the phone was intimidating him.
Let him atone for his sins and compensate for his sins.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Colonel Locke realized something was wrong at this time, and Lian Wan wanted to ask his son not to get close to the car, but unfortunately it was too late and his son had already received the keys for the car.
The moment the car door opened, the whole car exploded into pieces.
The son was blown to death on the spot.
The complete corpse cannot be found.
Thinking of his son's death so miserably, Colonel Locke's guilt and anger could no longer control himself and all exerted the flames of revenge.
"Okay, you won."
In order to get the name of his enemy, Locke finally chose to surrender.
Choose to be a competent father.
The medicine smells of revenge on the son and wife.
"Twenty years have passed, your wound still hurts very much. I still remember your son's death. It seems that you are a qualified husband. Fortunately, your wife is still alive." McCana smiled proudly.
"I think it's better to use the word survivor. I can only be in a wheelchair with a sixth-degree burn on my body," Colonel Locke said in pain.
"That's really pitiful. Why do you call it? Indirect hurt?" McCanna smiled.
"Do you know who installed the bomb?" Locke didn't want to talk nonsense anymore and chose to go straight to the point.
"It's the same person as the maker," McCanna said.
"Only another bomb has the same characteristics, the same person can be used to." Locke asked, he was not that easy to deceive.
"I can tell you where to find him in the 1996 Canary Wharf bombing." McCanna gave the evidence.
"I don't believe you will let me go. As long as I say what you want, you will definitely kill me immediately. What's the point of knowing who it is?" Locke replied sane.
"Then do you want to know who I am?" McCanna asked tit-for-tat.
Locke didn't speak.
"Your son's death is all because of your identity and everything you do." McCanna wanted to induce and force Locke to say what he wanted.
"Whenever I close my eyes, I can not only see him, but also feel the breath he left on my neck, and the temperature he used to be. I once wanted to shoot every bastard involved, but..."
Locke seemed to be relieved and said in a calm tone: "Anthony is dead, France is dead, it is meaningless.
Ma Rui, you have been living in the past. The war is over, do you know?"
"You won't really believe it's over, right?" McCana mocked in the reverse.
Locke stopped talking again.
Locke, who was about to give the answer, suddenly woke up and stopped cooperating.
McCanna felt extremely unhappy and no longer wanted to waste talk with Locke. She gestured to the Arab leader waiting next to her and signaled that he could get on.
Maybe I feel that my fingers are not poked deep enough, or that my fingers are not big enough and not easy to use force.
The Arab leader picked up a wooden stick on the ground, then walked to Colonel Locke and stabbed the wooden stick to his gunshot wound and rotated it in various ways.
Turn left, turn right, dig in, and lift upwards...
...
On the suburbs of the city.
Scott drove his car and ran wildly on the road, and Long Zhan was behind to control Mukhtar.
I don’t know what Long Zhan and Scott are doing, why did he suddenly say that he was taking away in the car and shouted in panic: “You are kidnapping, you are committing a crime, and you are going to prison.”
"You're too embarrassed to mention kidnapping?"
Long Zhan slapped him on the back of the head and scolded, "Aren't you just kidnapping? Do you know the name Philip Rock?"
Mukhtar shook his head.
When Scott heard this, he turned sharply to the right, and was so scared that Mukhtar, who was not wearing a seat belt, screamed, and knocked on the stop pole and rushed into a parking lot.
I drove around the venue in a car, but it wasn't my own car that I had to work hard.
Mukhtar, who was not wearing a seat belt, was thrown in the car and was thrown away and up and down, which was ten times more exciting than riding a pirate ship.
I was so scared that I didn't say all kinds of screams, I was even more sissy than a sissy.
After two or three minutes of rushing, Mukhtar's gastric juice was about to be shaken out. The car stopped and he thought the torture was finally over.
Unexpectedly, there are even more ruthless people behind.
"Does this kind of old car have airbags?" Long Zhan asked while sitting behind.
"I don't know, but I think there is a way to figure it out. Do you see the house in front? You'll know it if you hit it." Scott said seriously.
"I think I can give it a try." Long Zhan said seriously.
Only sitting in the passenger seat, Mukhtar, was stunned by the crazy actions of Long Zhan and Scott, and his eyes seemed to see two mental illnesses.
Scott didn't give Mukhtar time to think about it, and drove into the house.
Mukhtar didn't know whether Scott and Dragon Battle would be hit and killed or not. He only knew that he didn't want to hit and die.
"Okay, okay, okay, stop, I know who you are talking about."
In order to survive, Mukhtar could only stop pretending to be stupid and said helplessly: "If Zhu Hairui knew that it was me who told..."
"Don't worry, I won't tell him." Scott comforted.
"Absolutely confidential, man." Long Zhan also patted his chest and said.
"There are only three of us here. If you don't say it, I won't say it, he won't say it. How can Zhu Hairui know? Don't worry." Scott comforted again.
“There is an abandoned factory in District 9…”
"Chir~Crash."
Suddenly a bullet flew over and penetrated the front window and hit Mukhtar, and it hit him in the heart, and he was killed on the spot.
Long Zhan and Scott reacted quickly when they heard the gunshots and immediately lay on their side in the car and went down as much as possible.
"Chirky chirp..."
The gunman was like crazy, and continued to shoot, and the bullets broke the car in front of him.
"Dragon, have you seen the gunman's position?" Scott stuffed his body as much as possible under the dashboard, lowering the exposed position to ask for help from Dragon Battle.
At the same time, he also put Mukhtar's body down and used his body to block the front to make bulletproof boards.
"Do you think I can see it from his head?" Long Zhan complained helplessly.
"Damn it."
Listening to the sound of the bullet hitting the car body and the body blocking the body in front of him trembled, Scott was in a hurry and suddenly saw the rearview reflector.
He took the risk and pulled him down and threw his backhand to Long Zhan behind him.
Stuffed in the narrow space of two rows of seats, Long Zhan, who was particularly uncomfortable, picked up the mirror and understood in seconds what the purpose of Scott banned him.
I immediately conducted a rough analysis based on the ballistics and looked the mirror in that direction.
After adjusting the position twice, the gunman's position was discovered.
The gunman hid in a van.
From the perspective of bullet shooting trajectory, it is 100% inside this car.
Just when Long Zhan was about to tell the position, he found that the gunman opened the back door and walked out, holding a gun in his hand, heading towards the car they were in.
"I saw him, got out of the car, and was walking towards us." Long Zhan whispered.
"He must have thought we were all dead, so let's get him done." Scott said in a deep breath.
"When he changes the bullet, he will definitely change it."
Based on the number of bullets fired just now, Long Zhan judged that the gunman would definitely change to a full magazine before coming over just in case.
Long Zhan’s judgment was indeed correct.
The gunman got out of the car and walked about six or seven meters. When they were still thirty or forty meters away, he took out a magazine from his body and started to replace the bullets.
Chapter completed!