Chapter 535

Obviously.

April Fool's Day is long gone.

The mole shook his head and said, "it's impossible. No killer organization in the world will take over the task. No matter how much money you give, it's the rule of the trade."

He tried to find out the loopholes in each other's words, and was unwilling to believe that it was true, because unless the national level forces took action, and it was the big powers or the killer community united to take action against them.

Otherwise, the other party's wishful thinking will not work at all.

There are two situations.

Neither of them applies.

The soldier laughed, shook his head and said, "Mr. mole, these are all miscellaneous fish. We don't need to find them. We have already found someone to do this. It's estimated that we can finish the task in three days. You are lucky that you are not included in this elimination list."

It doesn't seem like a joke to see the people in front of you, but the mole can't really believe it. Seeing is believing. Now all the information is blocked. You can say you're going to kill God tomorrow, and no one can confirm it. What he cares about is another thing.

"Can we go out again?" Asked the mole, frowning.

"It's possible, but unless you can show your value and the reason why you need to go out, it's good to live here. You don't like to play with excitement, do you?" The soldier replied.

"Ha ha, you really know me." Mole said with a wry smile. He thought of the analysis of his character in the words he had just heard. The feeling that even his thoughts were seen by others made him very unfit.

He is a sensible and intelligent man, especially sensitive to this aspect.

"To know the enemy is more important than to know yourself. This is the rule of survival for you to live long. Now, Mr. mole, please make your choice, whether to cooperate or to use our means." The soldier laughed.

The use of means to say so kind, it makes the mole have a kind of real feeling from the bottom of his heart.

This is a terrible man.

The mole thought about it, and then asked curiously, "will they all do the same thing to you?"

"No, you are a smart person, you will use a smart way, other people, except flying fish, are not smart people, but ruthless people." The soldier also told the truth, why he talked so much with mole, just because he could be convinced by reason.

This is also the basic quality of being a team leader: reason, judgment, gain and loss, awareness of current affairs. Without these skills, a team leader has long been submerged in the long river of history and will not live long.

Neither did the mole.

This kind of suitable for the captain's quality is so annoying, yes, he really as the people in front of him said, reason, coupled with character, let him now have no idea of resistance, but, dignity can't do without.

After a moment's silence, the mole said firmly, "I promise, but you won't win this time. As long as the shooter wins me in the one-on-one battle, I'll say anything."

As a man, it's easy to be fired. He doesn't admit defeat.

The soldier said, "Mr. mole, he has left, but we can have a fight."

The mole was stunned.

"You? Aren't you a civilian? " From a mole's point of view, this man's negotiation ability and persuasion ability are obviously not like a soldier fighting on the front line, but more like a negotiation expert.

"There are no special civilian personnel in this kind of place. I have the same strength as the one who captured you. I'm willing to do it for you. If you win, I won't ask you anything." The soldier laughed.

"Yes, let's do it." Mole, you're right, civilian? Civil servants should also learn how to fight. Well, it's almost OK. He needs one last reason to convince himself.

In a man's way.

And the chips are very good. If you win, at least you keep your savings. Although you may not spend it all your life, even if you die, it's also your strength. He has food in his pocket and doesn't panic. This is his habit.

Mole went to the next open space and made a fight. Here, the table and chair are welded on the ground. They can't be used as weapons. The only thing they can use is his fist.

The soldier stood up and went across to the mole.

"Please do it."

Soldiers are becoming more and more gentlemanly now. The reason is that they have learned some basic etiquette and expression training in the special skills training center, but they still can't be used as spies, because the training fee can produce a new spy robot.

The voice just dropped.

Moles don't talk nonsense.

"Drink..." The mole stepped forward, gave a loud shout, and hit the soldier with a punch.

This is the punch.

But he did his best to use it to deal with his opponent, and he didn't keep it. This is respect for his opponent.

When his fist was less than 10 cm away from his face, the soldier moved. His right hand was as fast as lightning, which was hard to recognize by naked eyes."Pop."

A slap opened the mole's hand.

After that, the soldier turned his side at a speed that the mole could not see, stepped back, swept across, and kicked the mole in the chest, kicking him out.

"Peng..."

"Hiss..."

The mole hit the ground, felt the pain in his chest and took a good breath of air.

He felt a little bit of internal tumbling.

At this time, the mole's eyes were a little dazed, so he was defeated? No, it must have been careless just now. It must not have been this time. So the mole stood up again.

"Again" After a big drink, the mole rushed to the soldier again.

"Bang..."

"Ah

"Cough..."

"Hiss..."

In a few minutes.

The mole lay on the ground like a dead fish again, panting and aching, a little unable to get up.

His fierce attacks again and again.

All my life.

In exchange for a second kill.

How can he stand this? He knows his own strength very well. He focuses on all kinds of killing skills. Even when he fights with the most elite special forces in various countries, the winner is five to five. Now when he meets a "civilian" in front of him, he has no hope at all.

He couldn't take it anyway.

But this is the reality, the other side can always use their own speed and cunning attack angle to crack any of his moves, and then is a hit, from the beginning to the end, they have not been exposed to other people's clothes.

I really lost.

It's still a terrible defeat.

Compared with himself, the opposite person is really ruthless, only fast without breaking. This sentence, which I don't know where to hear, reverberates in his mind again. Fast is really an advantage without solution.

Endure the pain.

The mole stood up with difficulty. Looking at the soldier who was smiling in front of him with a complicated look, after a few seconds, he finally said, "I lost. What do you want to know? Just ask."

I really don't work hard... You don't know what despair is.

He's feeling it now.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

Then.

Mole really knows everything and says everything.

Killers also worship the strong. Now the situation is that all his cards are gone. Now he really believes that the other side is going to destroy the three killers. He believes in both determination and strength.

Because there's no need to cheat him.

It's ironic to think that all the three killer organizations will be wiped out by zero cooperation, and that his savings may turn into commission. The money he earned from "poison Python" has now become the funeral expenses of "poison Python".

Ha ha.

Life is really like a play.

I really don't know who zero invited to carry out this task. In other words, zero is a puppet, a spokesman of a huge force in Myanmar? Thinking of this, the mole thought that the more he thought about it, the more likely he was that he was not a fool. This possibility was not without, and it was very big.

However.

Now it's none of his business. He's just a prisoner.

More than half an hour later.

The inquiry is over.

Mole explained everything, let alone a lot of valuable information. With his deposit of nearly 10 million US dollars, he made a small profit.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. mole. Please abide by the rules and regulations here in the future." The soldier got up and held out his hand.

The mole reached out his hand and shook the soldier with a wry smile.

That's the feeling.

It's like a business deal.

It's kind of like that.

The other side made 10 million US dollars, but he became a poor man. Of course, he was not a poor man, because the other side was only interested in cash. He also had properties and valuables worth more than one million US dollars. He didn't want them.

It's a little comfort.

"OK, please take care of it in the future." Mole grins bitterly. A few hours ago, he was a killer of freedom. Now, he has become a prisoner. Life is changing so fast that he doesn't have any psychological preparation.

"Come with me, please." Said the soldier.

Then the soldier went out, and the mole quickly followed.

Then.

A few turns.

Led by the soldier, the mole came to the dressing room.

"Mr. mole, go in and have a good bath and change into this suit. Your number is 37 and you live in room 37." The soldier handed over two sets of prison clothes, inside and outside, and shoes, all of them.

Look at the soldiers.

Then look at the prison clothes in your hand.

Think of the future life.

With a sigh, the mole turned in to take a bath and change his clothes.After the shower.

I changed my clothes.

I shaved my hair again.

Mole was taken to the bottom prison by the soldier. Now mole really knows that there are really few guards here. This man not only interrogates, but also seems to do everything.

But when you think about the power.

He felt that it was enough. The guy in front of him was really able to choose ten from one. He could see that the other party didn't use all his strength just now. Otherwise, with one move, he would be dead.

Although the soldier still turned his back to him.

But he didn't dare to think of a sneak attack.

At the bottom, he saw other "inmates". Passing by the rooms, the mole found that their eyes were full of light, not despair and provocation, but curiosity and hope, not tyranny.

Are you going to let me pick up soap?

Think of it.

The mole was so excited that he didn't pay any more attention. He followed the soldier without squinting, thinking, Mulder, who dares? I castrated him.