If you want to make the other party spit out information obediently, blind violence and death threats are not the best way.
There is no shortage of single-minded people in the world. If you only use violence and death threats, you may not be able to get the information you want.
At this time, appropriate material temptations are necessary.
The $60,000 in the bag is not an amazing material temptation for people living in developed countries.
But for these terrorists living in Afghanistan, this $60,000 is enough to completely change their lives.
With these 60,000 US dollars, they could sneak to other countries and start a normal life again, instead of living in fear in this barren mountainous area.
Many people believe that terrorists join terrorist organizations because of their beliefs.
But the fact is that, except for those terrorists who are not very short of money, most terrorists embark on this crooked path because they can no longer survive their poor lives.
People, always have to live!
If you can't even survive, don't expect people to have such noble morals and sentiments.
After looking at the corpses of their companions around them and the dollars in the bag, these terrorists quickly made their choice.
Although they are all freedom fighters who resisted the US military, they are not members of the Ten Rings Gang.
Sacrifice your own life to keep the secrets of the Ten Commandments Gang, only a fool would do this.
A few minutes later, Russell got the general information.
Although the terrorists in front of him didn't know exactly where Tony was being held, they still knew very well that the Ten Rings Gang probably had strongholds in those places.
There are three strongholds in total.
The worst luck is that it only takes three trips.
Not a big problem.
Russell took out the map and checked the locations mentioned by the terrorists, then put the map away again.
"Thank you for your cooperation. The US dollars in the bag are just..."
He glanced at the more than thirty terrorists kneeling on the ground, as if deciding who to hand the dollars to.
but it is not the truth.
As he spoke, a black tentacle as thick as an arm emerged from his back.
Under the gaze of these terrorists, the black tentacle picked up the Gatling gun he had put aside.
This is……
Just as these terrorists looked at the black tentacles emerging from his back with disbelief on their faces, the Gatling gun opened fire.
Da da da da da da…
Fierce gunfire suddenly rang out, and bullets flew toward the terrorists like a rainstorm.
These terrorists didn't even have a chance to stand up before they were shot to pieces by Gatling guns.
When all the terrorists in front of him were sent to God with Gatling guns, Russell stood up and picked up the bag on the ground.
The $60,000 was indeed used by him to lure these terrorists.
But temptation was temptation, and he never thought of handing over the money to them.
This is all the hard-earned money he earned in a hail of bullets!
If the money was spent on Diana, he would not have any hesitation.
But he is not willing to spend money on these terrorists.
After picking up the bag, several more black tentacles emerged from his body, and he picked up the rocket launchers, rifles, sniper rifles and other weapons one by one.
After walking back to the off-road vehicle parked a few hundred meters away from the village, he started the vehicle and drove towards the nearest Ten Commandments Gang stronghold.
Somewhere in the mountains.
One of the strongholds of the Ten Rings Gang.
In a dark cave.
Tony, who had just been asked by the Ten Rings Gang to make Jericho missiles, sat in front of the stove, looking at the flames in front of him with a lonely expression.
At his feet, there was a battery used in vehicles.
The battery was connected to an electromagnet on his chest, preventing shrapnel from entering his heart.
"Stark, your people are definitely looking for you, but in the mountains, it will be difficult for them to find this place."
"You saw it just now. The weapons outside are all your masterpieces. Your life's work has fallen into the hands of those murderers. Do you want to die like this?"
"Is this the great Tony Stark's last stand?"
Ethan, who was wearing a suit and thin-rimmed glasses, sat next to Tony and said slowly.
"Why should I waste my energy? They will kill me sooner or later. Even if they don't kill me, I can only live for a week."
Tony pointed to the electromagnet on his chest.
Although the electromagnet on his chest temporarily saved his life, it could only last for a week at most.
After a week, the battery will run out and shrapnel will enter his heart, causing him to die in agony.
"Then you should hurry up, right?"
Ethan continued.
Perhaps he was persuaded by Ethan, or more likely, Tony's desire for survival arose.
No one wants to die inexplicably, especially Tony, who has been accustomed to the decadent life of capitalism since he was a child.
There was still a great life waiting for him in the outside world, so he didn't want to die in pain in a cave in Afghanistan.
Tony's eyes regained their radiance, and self-rescue plans quickly flashed through his mind.
More than ten minutes later.
"If this were my workshop, I'd want it to be well-lit."
"Welding station, welding equipment, helmet, goggles, crucible, two sets of cutting tools..."
Tony told Ethan his request, and Ethan translated his words to the terrorists of the Ten Rings Gang.
Tony is busy rearranging the cave in preparation for self-rescue.
Russell, on the other side, drove to the first stronghold of the Ten Rings Gang.
The first stronghold is not very far from the village where he was just now.
If you drive there, it only takes more than an hour.
Although the distance is not far, the road conditions here are not generally bad.
What's worse is that the driving experience of the off-road vehicle he is driving is not comfortable at all.
Russell felt like a rally driver, driving an uncomfortable off-road vehicle on a primitive mountain road that was rarely visited.
Using the "Scandinavian" pendulum for weight transfer, Russell, who usually rarely runs mountain roads, started drifting on dusty mountain roads.
If it weren't for the fact that there were no drainage channels on the mountain road here, he would have wanted to try the famous drainage channel bend.
Relying on his rough and delicate driving skills, Russell only spent an hour arriving at the first stronghold of the Ten Rings Gang.
After a beautiful drift parking, the off-road vehicle, which was not very superior in performance, made an overwhelmed sound, and white smoke continued to float from the hood of the vehicle.
Before he even got out of the car, members of the Ten Rings Gang who were more than a hundred meters away opened fire on him.
Bang bang bang bang bang...
Bullets hit the body of the car like raindrops, and the clanging sound of impact continued to sound.
When he was still one kilometer away, members of the Ten Rings Gang in the stronghold discovered his traces.
It’s actually quite difficult not to realize it.
The flying dust kicked up by the off-road vehicle's wild speed and drift clearly pointed out his position like a sign.