global sniper

Chapter 148 Confession
The man had recovered, but his chest still hurt, as if his ribs were broken.

He kept looking at Han Lang, his eyes didn't move or panic, he was very calm, and nodded upon hearing this.

Seeing that he was very cooperative, Han Lang pulled the sock out of his mouth.

Christopher didn't wait for Han Lang to ask, and said first: "Since you know my name, don't bother me. The taste of the interrogation is uncomfortable, and I don't have the confidence to resist it. It doesn't matter if you say it sooner or later. What do you want to know? Will cooperate."

Is it so cooperative...

Han Lang remained motionless, and asked in a flash of thought, "Who are you and what are you doing here?"

"I belong to BI. Christopher is my real name, but many people use my face. I only go there for special occasions. I'm just an external contact person of BI."

Christopher was very cooperative, and said calmly: "As for this, it is a site for collecting information on extremist organizations and ensuring the security of the United States. There are many such sites in areas where extremist organizations are active, but it is temporarily closed and has not been used for a long time. "

BI?

Han Lang's heart moved, followed by the veto, pinched his cheeks, took out a ring that he carried with him, and said lightly: "It seems that you don't plan to cooperate, the last question, tell me about this ring."

Christopher didn't panic, he glanced at the ring very calmly, without the slightest emotion in his eyes, and said with a little effort: "This is the symbol of our external operations team, it is our elite, they are responsible for cleaning up the threats to our country. The goals are not managed by our information department, and I don’t know the specifics, but I just know that they are very powerful.”

"It seems that you really plan to hypnotize yourself, don't you?"

Han Lang's voice became colder, he put away the ring, and drew out the dagger to execute the punishment.

"Sir, please don't use punishment."

Christopher moved his body and said with great effort: "What I said is the truth. I am the person in charge here. I am in charge of a large amount of funds. A total of 700 million gold. The account number is..."

Han Lang listened quietly without interrupting him.

Even if he had this money, he wouldn't think about it.

Just like the 70 meters of gold I got before, the account number is fine. Once the money is moved, those who monitor the funds will definitely find that even an unregistered account is useless. Such a large organization, if this capability is not , there is no need to mess around.

Regardless of the secrets of money laundering methods, it is better to keep the money immobile to avoid exposure.

Seeing that Han Lang didn't respond, Christopher continued: "Also, there is a safe behind the mural in my bedroom. There are gold bricks and some antiques in it. You can take them all. It's an electronic lock. My right thumbprint can be locked with a password. Open, the password is..."

procrastinating?

After Han Lang finished speaking, he squeezed his cheek hard, and the blade stuck to the root of Christopher's ear, and slowly cut it like sawing something.

Christopher struggled desperately, whimpering indistinctly, but he couldn't break free from Han Lang's hands and knees against his stomach, until his ears were slowly sawed off, his painful facial muscles twisted, and beads of sweat profusely Dripping, obviously painful.

"Say! The details of the ring!"

Han Lang stared into his eyes and gave a low drink.

"Fake! Fake!"

Christopher cursed, obviously in unbearable pain.

Cutting off with a knife will at most be a piercing pain, which can be resisted with patience, but such a slow cut is really unbearable.

How did he know that his nonsense wouldn't induce Han Lang at all, and Han Lang and the others were just archeology, what does it have to do with national security?Even if they are attacked, what kind of national security are you talking about?
Besides, these lairs don't match the style of shit-stirring sticks at all, not to mention that there are Maozi and other blood among the combatants, even if they don't have these, they won't make such a simple secret place, no money?They don't even have a decent surveillance system, and they don't need money for shit-stirring sticks, so they definitely won't be so stingy and make a base so backward.

Infrared monitoring equipment is obsolete. In China, companies with average strength use more advanced equipment than this. Do you still say that it is backed by the state?
"Then let's communicate in another way."

Han Lang's tone was calm, but his voice was cold. A strong murderous aura enveloped Christopher, and the tip of the knife slowly pointed at his eyes.

"I said! I said!! Falk squid, stop!!"

Christopher struggled desperately, struggling to force out his pleading.

"Go ahead."

Han Lang pointed at his eyes with the tip of the knife, only half a centimeter away, and said in a deep voice.

"who are you?"

The struggling Christopher suddenly calmed down, and asked slightly out of breath.

Ok?
Han Lang's eyes were sharp, and the tip of the knife poked into his eyeball.

When the blister burst, Christopher's body shook, but he didn't scream or struggle desperately. He said in a gloomy voice, "No matter who you are, you're doomed. The god of death is already eyeing...you..."

not good!

Han Lang felt that Christopher's breath was starting to weaken, and he secretly thought that it was not good, so he pinched his cheeks and lifted his head.

But it was useless, the pupil of Christopher's intact eye was dilated, and his skin color was rapidly turning blue.

Poisoning?

Han Lang was annoyed for a while, and let go of Christopher's cheeks, not understanding how the other party committed suicide by taking poison.

Up to now, his mouth is still red, but now it turns blue, obviously he didn't commit suicide by taking poison in his mouth.

Just as Han Lang stood up, a picture flashed in his mind, causing him to stop his straightened waist, reach out to undo the opponent's belt, and pull off his trousers.

His eyes fell on the guy's thigh, Han Lang took a deep breath and let it out suddenly.

There, there was a walnut-sized bruise, which was heavier than the surrounding skin color, and a fine scar could be clearly identified. Obviously, this guy had already implanted poison into his skin, and the slapping action before standing up was nothing more than smashing the inside of the capsule type.

It is estimated that the muscle absorbs the toxin slowly, or the cyanide poison is not immediately fatal, which caused him to survive for a few minutes, not even 5 minutes.

just die...

Han Lang looked at this guy's face again, and found that it had completely changed color, a little dark, without any luster.

Looks like it's the main character...

Han Lang withdrew his gaze, turned around and picked up the notebook.

I was worried about the camera before, so I closed the notebook after controlling Christopher, but it would open, and I found that the power was cut off, and there was still a faint burnt smell in my nose.

Self-destruct?
Han Lang tried, but failed to open the notebook. He guessed that there was a self-destruct device in it, not explosives, but programs, which burned the hard drive.

Han Lang wasn't depressed, it wasn't that he was slow to react, but that the other party was too decisive and ready to die at any time, which also indirectly proved that this was not the style of a shit-stirring stick.

Han Lang casually dropped the notebook, stood up and went straight downstairs.

There are still two survivors downstairs, and perhaps some valuable information can be obtained.

(End of this chapter)