"Before you shoot, can we have a civilized communication first?" Faisal opened the car door, looked at Tang Ji and said calmly: "I have always been a very reasonable person, who hired me?"
You, I am willing to pay double the price for my own life."
"Do you need money? I have a lot of money. In fact, we can be friends, right?" Faisal has begun to use his own abilities. He cannot forcefully change other people's minds, he can only exert guidance, and the premise of guidance is
The other party has already had the idea he wants.
His abilities have great limitations, and long time is only the most obvious one. The first thing Feisal has to do now is to make the reckless man in front of him think that what he said makes sense to a certain extent.
Faisal knew this well. In order to better utilize his abilities, he even studied a doctoral course in psychology by himself and obtained a degree certificate.
As long as the other party talks to him, he is sure to make his ability work.
Tang Ji approached the off-road vehicle little by little with his gun in hand. He still remembered how many superpowers the Losas bastard had.
So even though Faisal didn't seem to have any trace of training, he still didn't dare to take it lightly.
Tang Ji walked around the off-road vehicle in a counter-clockwise direction, and after making sure there were no other enemies around, he opened the passenger door and roughly pulled the superhuman out.
The opponent still kept his hands pressed against his temples and his eyes were shining. Tangji pointed the gun at Faisal with one hand and kicked the opponent on the forehead, knocking him unconscious.
"It's your turn now, Faisal, get out of the car!" Tangji moved to Faisal's side, guarding the surroundings, and shouted: "Hold your head with your hands, kneel on the ground!"
"I said, can't you give me a chance to be reasonable?" Faisal raised his hands and walked out of the car slowly, still unhurriedly: "Do you understand being reasonable? My reason is very valuable!
"
Tang Ji stepped forward and kicked Faisal in the crook of his leg. He pressed the back of his head with one hand and pushed Faisal straight to the ground. He pressed his knees down, placed them on the back of his neck, and held him firmly with the muzzle of his gun.
Faisal: "You answer whatever I ask! Otherwise you will take the bullet, do you understand?"
Faisal lay on the ground and said with some difficulty: "I can't breathe...Do you know how expensive my suit is? Do you want...um!!"
Tangji exerted force on his knees, took out the self-tightening handcuffs and cuffed Faisal's hands together from behind. He resisted the urge to shoot Faisal from the back of the head, pulled Faisal up and asked in his ear.
: "Are you from Losas?"
The last time he and that bastard from Losas met, neither party gave the other a chance to speak. The two of them had only one purpose from the first second they met - to kill each other.
And now, he had caught a chatty person who might be affiliated with Losas. Tang Ji felt that he finally had the opportunity to get to know the Losas organization in depth.
Faisal suddenly became quiet, his brain was running rapidly, guessing Tangji's identity.
If the other party came for the Losas organization, should he betray the organization? Faisal is an egoist, and there is no point in discussing the overall future with him.
If there was a button in front of him, and every time he pressed it, someone he knew would die, and he would get 10,000 yuan. Faisal would press the button without mercy until the last person he knew.
Until they all die.
"Who are you?" Faisal decided to test the other party's background and then consider how much details he wanted to reveal.
But the people behind him had no patience at all. The moment they heard Faisal speak, Tanguy fired three times, shattering Faisal's right foot.
"Wrong answer." Tang Ji asked again: "Are you from Losas?"
"I am! I am! Damn it! Those are limited edition handmade leather shoes worth 25,000 federal dollars per pair! You completely ruined them!" Faisal was rolling back and forth on the ground in pain like a shrimp.
The pain burned his nerves, but Faisal did not give up his plan to fight back. He was trying to strengthen his concept of money. As long as the other party has a little bit of heartbeat, thought guidance can work.
He knew that with Losas' ultimate goal, it would be a matter of time before he became the enemy of the entire world, but Feisal always thought that day would be at least for the next generation.
So he especially wants to know which force is attacking him, the governments that have not yet recovered, or the corporate alliances?
Is the outside world finally aware of Losas' true appearance, or is there another reason?
Tang Ji didn't know that Feisal had thought so much at that moment. He had too many questions to ask, but now, he wanted to ask the most important one first.
"Tell me about the player." Tangji moved the muzzle of the gun upward and pressed it against Feisal's vital part: "I'll answer after thinking about it."
Faisal was disrupted by Tanguy's direct action. He even felt that he was a little suppressed in the negotiation. He decided to win back the game: "Player, someone finally noticed this. Great, you are recording.
Really? Because what I say next is very important!"
Boom!
Tanguy fired again and shot Faisal in the calf: "Nonsense is not the answer."
"Ah! Ah! You lowly bastard!!" Faisal banged his head on the ground, trying to relieve the pain: "I know! Some core staff in Losas once called themselves players when chatting, I guess
Those bastards might be fucking aliens or something else, but those guys can take over our bodies, and even if they are killed, they can come back in a more physical way!"
Tang Ji was silent for a few seconds, with countless thoughts running through his mind, and finally settled on that night, when the superhuman named Michael V. Michael once shouted that he could not be killed and that he would come back.
But in the weird system in my mind, the word "complete end" was marked after that name.
He did catch a big fish. Tang Ji looked at the prisoner in his hand: "Are you not a player?"
"Of course I'm not! Otherwise I would have shot myself, and then changed my identity to seek revenge on you!" Faisal tried his best not to suffer physical pain. He knew that as long as he was alive, such injuries would not be a problem at all.
"Then what is the relationship between you and the players?" Tangji forced the muzzle of the gun into the wound on Faisal's calf: "Where do you trade with them? How often do you meet? How many people do they have?"
Pain can disrupt people's thoughts. Tangji didn't want to hear the made-up story. He wanted to force Feisal to tell the truth.
Feisal let out a meaningless scream, and immediately spoke after Tangji's hand stabilized: "I am just a peripheral person serving them! I will find a way to get whatever they want! Money, weapons, superhuman beings
, nothing matters!”
At this moment, Tang Ji didn't even bother to ask why.