"Mist." Qin Fei said, "I have a heartfelt request."
"What kind of unkind invitation?" Mist frowned and looked at Qin Fei for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "Are you trying to get me to join the gang!?"
"That's right." Qin Fei said: "You also said that Tiyo is safe for the time being. My training camp there maintains thousands of mercenaries all year round, and I also have a good relationship with the Ministry of National Defense. Joining
You can have asylum with us."
"Asylum?" Mist showed a row of snow-white teeth and smiled, "It is not safe for people who are hunted by the Eagle Project organization to hide. I told you, you have no idea who you have offended.
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"The Eagle Project has developed to this day, and its organization has become too large. In this way, it is no longer as simple as an organization. It is an ecosystem at the top of the food chain. In this ecosystem, or the richest and richest people in the world,
They are a group of powerful people, and they are also divided into classes and grades. Some small shrimps in that circle are outside the circle. In the eyes of ordinary people, they may be people above the pinnacle, maybe they are ministers of a certain country, maybe they are ministers of which country.
Member of Parliament, but in that circle, he may be just a little shrimp, do you understand?"
"They themselves don't know how deep the water in their own ecosystem is. Some people even don't know who the person standing at the top of the pyramid is. They are just ordered to act, just like the hierarchical Illuminati. Do you think it's offending?
Would you still be safe on this planet without someone like this?"
"But aren't you alive and well? It's been two years since the accident, and you haven't died on the street." Qin Fei said with a smile.
Mister said: "I have someone behind me to support me and protect me, otherwise I would have died long ago. Of course, I will not reveal who is behind me. If one day I fall into the hands of the Flying Eagle Organization, I will
I would rather commit suicide than reveal any truth."
"I have no interest in who you are loyal to." Qin Fei said: "There is an old saying that the enemy of my enemy is my friend. I think you and I have the same ultimate goal. In this case, why not work together?
"
Mist raised his head and thought for a moment, waved his hand and said, "Let's talk about this later. Can you let me go see Dras now?"
"Of course, please do it." Qin Fei made way to the top of the building, and warned: "But one thing, I hope you leave a life for Dras. I still have use for this person."
"What use is this kind of human scum?" Mist disagreed. "In the past, I would kill the people I tracked down as soon as I got the information I wanted. If such people stay in the world, they are just a waste of food.
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After that, he walked straight towards the roof of the building.
Qin Fei felt that this former Delta member was really interesting. Perhaps because of the nature of their troops, they had to sneak into enemy lines alone all year round and perform extremely dangerous tasks, which resulted in their unruly character.
His acting style seems a bit unique.
Mist went upstairs, Kunchai looked at him, and then looked at Qin Fei behind Mist.
Qin Fei gave a look and motioned to hand Dras over to Mist.
Kunchai complied and stepped aside.
Dras has woken up.
However, he hasn't figured out what happened yet. Now this opposition congressman, who usually has a serious face and speaks impassionedly and appears to be upright, is as embarrassed as a homeless man on the street.
During the time when Qin Fei and Mist were talking, he kept begging Kunchai to let him go. Because his hands were tied tightly, Dras lay on the ground like a maggot, squirming until Kunchai
By the feet of Kunchai, he barely stuck out his tongue to lick the upper of Kunchai's combat boots.
Kunchai and Zixing have a good relationship. This time Zixing is framed by Dras, how can we just let this old guy be spared so easily?
Although Qin Fei had promised not to deal harsh blows to Dras before interrogation, but Chang slapped him a few times and it was no problem.
Kunchai's hand was a little heavier, and Dras's cheeks were already swollen. Tears and snot dripped down, sticking to his face, and then stuck to the dust on the ground. One face was yellow, one was white, and the other was black.
An absolutely gorgeous face.
"I beg you...please..."
Dras continued to kowtow and beg for mercy.
Mist walked up to him, squatted down, looked at the already embarrassed congressman, and asked: "I ask questions very quickly, and I won't repeat too many questions, because I personally don't have the patience, you know?"
"I know... I know..." Dras was trembling all over, like chaff.
"You are responsible for receiving the heroin transported from the military base in Port-au-Prince, Haiti, right?" Mister asked directly.
Delas rolled his eyes and did not answer immediately.
Mist took out a sharp knife from his trouser pocket, opened it, and gently placed the blade on Dras's neck.
The sharp blade made a shallow cut on Dras's skin, and a little blood seeped out.
Dras felt as if ants were biting gently on his neck, and felt the cold feeling.
"No...don't..."
"Let me ask you again, are you responsible for receiving the drug and then assigning it to the criminal police under your command to give it to the drug dealers?"
"It's... it's... it's me, I deserve to die..." Dras begged: "It's me who is obsessed..."
"Don't tell me these things." Mist continued to get straight to the point and asked, "Ask one more question. After you finish asking, I will let you go."
"Do you really let me go?" Dras seemed to see hope, and his eyes lit up.
"Of course." Mist said, "I have no grudge against you."
"You asked...I said..." Dras struggled and moved his body to half sit up.
"Who contacted you? Who was responsible for delivering the goods here?"
Dras shook his head desperately: "I really don't know, I don't know..."
"It seems like you really don't plan to cooperate with me anymore?" Mist put the folding knife on Dras's suit and pulled it gently, causing a tear in the fabric of the suit: "I don't need to use this one.
When a knife is used against you, the feeling of being cut off piece by piece from your body is more uncomfortable than death."
Dras's face turned pale with fright.
"I really don't know. He never said his name every time he came. He only used the letter D to represent himself. We all called him Mr. D, and he dressed the same as you. There was nothing special about him. I didn't even know
He belongs to that department..."
Mist nodded: "I believe you are telling the truth, but don't worry, I know you won't know his name, but I have something here..."
He took out several stacked photos from his pocket, unfolded them in front of Drasmi like playing cards, then took out his mobile phone, turned on the flashlight function, and looked at the photos.
"I know Mr. D is in these photos. This should be correct. I don't need you to tell me what his name is or what his military rank is. I just need you to choose him among these people.
can."
Mist said: "After doing all this, I promise not to kill you."
Delas looked at the several photos in front of him with a pale face, his eyes scanning from the first picture to the last chapter.
The more he looked, the paler his face turned.
"What? Don't tell me that you have Alzheimer's disease and can't remember anything." Mist's tone was full of threats.