"I bet you a hundred dollars." Mist never missed any opportunity to gamble with Qin Fei: "I bet Johar will speak within five minutes."
Qin Fei shook his head: "Three minutes, I bet three minutes."
"Okay, you win if you speak within three minutes." Mist still has a certain understanding of the people in the Caucasus. The ethnic minorities living here have personalities as hard as the rocks in the mountains.
He thought Johar would not be able to speak easily, but he did think Yushchenko's interrogation method was quite novel.
"Big Maozi can always think of some incredible ways." He couldn't help but sigh, not sure whether it was admiration or ridicule.
There was no trace of pity in Yushchenko's eyes as he squatted in front of Johar.
The ice-cold and emotionless expression made Johar believe that the guy in front of him would really light himself up like a candle and kick him to the bottom of the cliff to hang a sky lantern.
The habitual fear and obedience to Baskif prevented Johar from finally speaking.
Yushchenko's lighter "touched" Johar's feet lightly, and Johar whined like a deer that was knocked down by a lion.
"Holy shit!" Mist couldn't help frowning and exclaimed in a low voice, "This guy is serious."
Then, Qin Fei saw that Yushchenko really kicked Johar on the waist, kicking him off the cliff like a bag of garbage.
Even though Qin Fei had been mentally prepared, he still couldn't help but feel a thump in his heart.
Johar screamed and fell, and the horrified sound could even be heard by the villagers in the distant mountains.
In the wilderness, in the ice and snow, Qin Fei could almost feel Johar's helplessness.
The worst thing about falling into the enemy's hands is that the opponent is a hard-hearted and merciless guy.
Mist raised her wrist and started to look at the watch, muttering in her mouth: "Look, look, look, start counting now... 10 seconds... 0 seconds..."
Time passed bit by bit, and Qin Fei heard Johar screaming at the foot of the cliff.
It's a really scary feeling to think about it.
The flames jumped upward, so they would not burn Johar's head or smoke out his eyes, so the poor guy almost watched his lower body being enveloped in raging fire, and he could still smell it in his nose.
The smell of your own flesh being burnt.
OMG!
What a terrifying experience.
When Mist counted to "60 seconds", Johar began to scream and surrender.
"I said I said I said -"
He seemed to be afraid that Yushchenko would not understand his Ingush, so he repeated this sentence again and again.
"I know where he is, Basiev... Basiev is in the village of Chelmen, ten kilometers northwest of the valley town of Kazikla, near the Georgian border!"
"I hope you are telling the truth." Yushchenko stood on the edge of the cliff, lowered his head and said to Johar, who was hanging about ten meters away from the edge of the cliff: "Otherwise I will do what I just did again."
"I didn't lie to you, I didn't lie to you! Ah - it hurts me so much, help me, pull me up! I didn't lie to you! At least he will be there before dawn!"
Johar's pig-killing voice seemed to declare that he would never dare to lie.
No one can endure the same torture again.
"Help me...the rope is about to break..." Johar started to cry a little in his screams.
"Ah..." Mist was a little disappointed and glanced back at Qin Fei: "It seems that I overestimated the people here. It only took more than sixty seconds... Fake, this guy is really a parallel import!"
Qin Fei didn't comment, just smiled.
At least, now we really have Basiev's exact address.
As long as Basiev is caught, at least he can follow this clue to find Ryuichi Kawasaki.
Capturing Kawasaki Ryuichi and destroying the XS gel explosive project seems to be within easy reach.
From Somalia to here, Ryuichi Kawasaki was transporting it. He must know where all the six transport planes carried the explosives, the equipment for making explosives, and the experts.
Djohar was pulled up from the cliff by Yushchenko like a half-dead fish.
Yushchenko put out the fire for him with snow, and the air was filled with a faint smell of burning.
Johar lay on his back on the ground, motionless, moving his eyes weakly and looking around.
Yushchenko squatted down beside him and reached out to untie the rope for him. As soon as he touched Johar's feet, the other party let out a sharp scream.
What followed was a series of wails.
Yushchenko pulled out a multifunctional dagger and used the pliers on it to cut the rope.
When the rope was taken off, Qin Fei saw that Johar's legs were almost burned like roasted pig's trotters. The camouflage pants had already been burned to ashes. The rope was embedded in the flesh and was almost torn off with the skin.
.
"Ouch——"
Johar kept hitting the ground with his fists, and the pain that penetrated his bone marrow was like thousands of needles pricking his pain nerves at the same time.
Suddenly there was the sound of an engine in the distance and the sound of car tires grinding on the snow.
"Someone!"
The three of them suddenly became alert. Yushchenko dragged Johar, who was unable to move, and dragged him to the snow nest behind the hill.
Qin Fei put on his night vision goggles, and in his sight, a bunch of armed convoys with their lights turned off were slowly driving towards here.
"He's one of ours."
Yushchenko suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, turned to Qin Fei and said, "The people from the border camp are here."
"We're here now." Mist snorted and said coaxingly, "I really admire you guys from the Alpha Special Forces. If you do anything, the enemy will never leave anyone alive."
Yushchenko was quite unhappy with these words of overt praise of hidden damage. He snorted at Mist, said nothing, got up and walked out, stood on the road, took out the IR light, and turned it on and off twice.
Soon, the motorcade also flashed red lights twice in response.
It's one of our own, that's right.
This kind of IR lamp has a fixed light frequency and can emit both invisible light and visible light. Usually during covert operations, this kind of lamp will be installed on the chute of the helmet, and then used to identify friend or foe.
The motorcade soon came to a stop in front of the three people.
Michelle was the first to jump out of the car.
"Qin, I heard that you encountered Basiev's firing squad. Where are they?"
"Three were beaten to death, one self-destructed, and one is here." Qin Fei turned around and pointed under the mountain, "But I think he is almost dead. If he can be sent to the hospital now, he may still be saved."
"Severely injured?" Michelle's expression changed. Today she led an Alpha team to chase the delivery man. After the exchange of fire, only one was still alive and is still lying in the hospital like an idiot with tubes inserted all over his body.
Being unable to speak is no different from a dead person.
I just received a report from Yushchenko that a firing squad had been engaged here and some people had been captured alive.
I thought I could get some useful clues, but I didn't expect that there was another seriously injured person.
"Damn it!" She couldn't help but stamp her feet and lost her temper at Yushchenko University: "Can your people learn what it means to stay alive? Can you not rush for human lives as soon as you go up!? You are fucking special forces.
Members, not fucking killers!”
When a woman calls her mother, it has a different flavor.
However, Yushchenko ignored Michelle, walked delicately to the convoy, took the walkie-talkie of the on-board radio from one of the officers, and began to report the situation to Colonel Alexander Kovich.
Mist looked at the furious Michelle with a smile, and finally couldn't help but persuade him: "Major, the person is injured, but the information has been obtained, and we now know where Basiev is." (To be continued.