The driver, Little Warrior, saw Yao Xiaojing, who was still wilting just now, jump out of the cab with a pop.
"Expert Yao, are you okay?" He felt that her face was still a little pale.
Yao Xiaojing waved to him, indicating that it was okay. The driver scratched his head and left, but Yao Xiaojing turned back and got into the vehicle behind.
Soon.
A petite figure carrying a huge backpack took advantage of the alert guards to help the military doctor carry the patient, and escaped into the dense jungle!
Harris looked at the 530 soldiers who were tied up and their mouths were sealed with tape with a ferocious face, and he laughed strangely.
"Hahaha...hahahaha...you stupid, hateful, damned Chinese soldiers!" He spat at the people on the ground with a look of disgust in his eyes.
The special forces had woken up from the power of the tranquilizer gun, and when they were suddenly humiliated, several of them wished they could jump up from the ground and kill this demon with their own hands. They were all bloody men, and would rather die violently than live and suffer humiliation. They glared at
Harris, the fire in his eyes almost burned the whole room.
Harris looked sideways at the Chinese special forces soldier who was struggling on the ground, and tapped the special soldier's hands and feet with the silver staff in his hand.
"Not willing to give in, are you?"
"Uh...uh..." speechless, the 530 team members could only stand up angrily and try to attack Harris.
"Don't move... don't move! Shhh... don't move..." Harris squatted down, put his hand on the special soldier's wrist, and squeezed hard. "Tsk... tsk... Look, it's so
Those strong wrists. Special forces soldiers who are used to holding guns to kill, have you ever counted how many people have died under these wrists over the years?"
The special forces soldier looked at him with contempt, telling Harris with his eyes how ridiculous his words were.
Fulfill your duties and stay loyal. Sweep away all evil and dark forces in the world and bring light and hope back to the world.
This is the oath that every 530 member takes when they join the team. Whether they retire alive or die gloriously, everyone should remember the oath they took when they joined the team and have it engraved in their hearts.
How can a villain like Harris deserve to talk to them about such serious topics as right and wrong, good and evil, and life and death?
Harris was embarrassed and annoyed by being stared at by the special forces, and his eyes were filled with gloom: "Not convinced?!" Seeing the eyes of several special forces with split eyes, a vicious sneer appeared on his face: "I know you are not convinced!
You wish you could come up and kill me and cut me into pieces to satisfy the hatred in your heart... Hahaha... Haha... What a pity, today you fell into my hands and you can only be at my mercy!! I can't
I will kill you soon, and I will let you damn Chinese soldiers understand what real torture is and what pain is like!"
Harris' sinister eyes were full of blood. He stared at the face of the special forces soldier and stretched out his hand to Adams behind him: "Bring me my dagger!"
Adams looked suffocated and said, "Master!" After Harris came of age, he rarely used the dagger left by his father Tisoke. But Adams also knew that his dissuasion was useless.
He lowered his head, turned around and went out, quickly bringing out a dagger hidden in a suede scabbard.
"Ugh-------" with a soft sound, Harris pulled the dagger out of the scabbard. This is a typical Indian-style antique. Just look at the brilliance that naturally flows on the blade and you can tell that it is a dagger.
A rare treasure.
Intentionally or unintentionally, Harris glanced at York, who was still pretending to be calm and puffing away at the conference table, and a sneer curled up at the corner of his lips.
"Tough bones?" He used the tip of the knife to gently slide over the face of the special forces. With just a slight touch, he retracted the blade. Because in order to escape his insult, the Chinese special forces would not let anyone be killed.
opportunities. Their characteristics are very similar to those of the Indians. They are all strong characters who are willing to risk their lives for honor and dignity.
Just when everyone thought he would let the Chinese special forces go, he suddenly showed a fierce look in his eyes, took action, and used the sharp tip of the knife to pick up the thickest tendon on the wrist of the special forces, and quickly slid it across -----
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Blood rushed out silently from the wrists of the special forces soldiers.
His face suddenly turned horribly pale, and his two comrades in arms even pushed their bodies upwards and glared at Harris. The blood in their eyes blended with the red background wall of the conference room. They were tragic, angry, and hateful.
Sorry, I wish I could chop the terrifying demon into pieces.
"Hahaha... Hahaha... It doesn't hurt, does it?" Harris found that the Chinese special forces soldiers did not show any pain except for a slight tremor when their hand tendon was broken.
He was very dissatisfied with this discovery.
He slowly moved the dagger to the ankles of the special forces soldiers who were tied together. His thick military boots were scratched by his dagger, and they soon opened their mouths.
"Uh...Uh uh..." The remaining two uninjured special forces soldiers lay on the ground with their eyes open and roared. The power of their eyes was the same as the force they used to kill Harry.
S..
"Hahaha... tsk tsk... what a deep brotherhood! Normally, maybe I could give you a happy time, but now... it's too late..." He tapped the special soldier's ankle with a dagger.
He stared at the pale and angry face of the special forces with vicious eyes and said: "Do you know why?" He turned his eyes to the other two special forces who were forcibly held down by his men, and said with utmost contempt: "Just because of your status, how can I possibly
How about making it easy for you? You have to understand that sometimes it is not easy to die, do you understand? You damn military bastards!"
Harris was like a demonic voice from hell, which made York raise his eyes.
York is not stupid. He understands that half of Harris's actions are caused by his hatred of Chinese soldiers, and the remaining half is to force him to submit obediently!