Military: Let you report, you can easily catch the wanted criminal

Chapter 1378 There are people from Xia country here
Jiang Fan sneered: "You guys want to kill me? You can't even protect yourselves."

The other party didn't expect that he would actually use words that were familiar to him to warn him that he would be in danger.

He immediately panicked: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just thought you didn't understand me, I didn't mean it, I really just want to live, can you give me a chance?"

The people in the house are insidious and cunning, flexible and good at adapting to the current situation.

But Jiang Fan hates this kind of people the most.

"Why should I save you? Give me a reason."

The other party seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw: "You are not the one who revealed the list, right? I heard your gunfight yesterday, and I also smelled the smell of burning. Which building did you burn? The dormitory building?"

The other small rooms seemed to have heard the noise here and started knocking on the doors violently.

They kept begging for mercy, hoping that Jiang Fan would give them a chance.

Jiang Fan didn't move at all. The person in the room seemed to kick someone in annoyance. Jiang Fan heard a painful groan, but the sound was not loud. It was probably because the person was exhausted.

Jiang Fan was expecting the person in the room to give him an answer, so he asked, "Why should I save you? What can you bring me?"

The other party said: "Me, what do you want me to do? Kill someone, or anything else, as long as you spare my life, as long as you let me live, I will agree to do anything you ask me to do."

In the last sentence, Jiang Fan actually heard cruelty from his mouth.

These were words uttered with murderous intent. He automatically put himself in the role of a villain, which might be related to the environment they were in.

The other party thought that even if Jiang Fan saved him, his fate was just to escape from the hands of one organization to the hands of another.

To him, there is no difference. As long as he can escape from the current environment, he is willing to face anything.

Jiang Fan asked: "How many people are there in your room?"

There was a sudden commotion in the originally lifeless house. One could hear a person trying to get up, but for some unknown reason, he fell heavily to the ground.

There seemed to be another person, struggling and begging for help in a breathy voice: "Please, don't kill me, I am also a pitiful person."

"Do not kill me."

The person who initially asked for help shouted in disgust, but when he turned to Jiang Fan, his attitude took a 180-degree turn.

"There are four left, all of them useless."

"Do you need me to kill them? If killing them will keep me alive, I can do it."

The man's voice was high and excited, but the people in the room were in great pain.

Jiang Fan said calmly: "No, there is nothing special about bullying the weak. I will find an opponent for you."

The man in the room was stunned at first, then asked nervously: "Are you sure that as long as I win, I can survive?"

Jiang Fan said with a smile: "The premise is that you have to win, otherwise you will die in his hands."

The man in the room gasped. After a few seconds of pause, he nodded and said, "Okay, I promise you, as long as I survive, you can let me do anything."

Then Jiang Fan kicked another door and asked, "Is anyone still able to move?"

A man said tiredly: "I, I'm still alive."

Jiang Fan said: "Now there is a chance that you can survive, but you have to duel with another person. Do you want to try?"

The man's breathing was extremely difficult, and soon another person seemed to stand up and said, "I'll do it. I can do it."

The man who just spoke seemed to want to fight for another chance, but what he got in return was a beating and kicking. Of course, he lost to the man who spoke later. Jiang Fan smiled and said, "Okay, now that everyone is here, let's have a competition. Let me see your strength."

Without a key in his hand, Jiang Fan used the tool in his watch to skillfully open the door.

As soon as I opened the door, the dead smell of the house hit me.

Jiang Fan covered his nose in disgust and looked at the scene in the room with a frown.

Almost everyone had a chain on their body, one end of the chain was tied to the wall, and the other end was tied to their wrists, ankles or waist, it was uncertain.

But without exception, everyone was as thin as a skeleton.

Among these five people, Jiang Fan saw the face of a yellow man at a glance.

When the other party saw Jiang Fan's familiar skin color, he was stunned at first, and then tentatively asked in Xia language: "Are you from Xia?"

Jiang Fan nodded: "It seems that you are also from Xia country, why are you here?"

The other party did not answer Jiang Fan's question. Instead, he looked at him more vigilantly, frowned and asked: "Are you going to kill me?"

Jiang Fan smiled slightly: "Who knows, maybe he is here to save you? After all, we are from the same hometown."

The other few people looked between the two with suspicious eyes, trying to know what the two were talking about.

"Tell me, why are you here? If you stayed in Xia Country, you wouldn't be here."

Before the man could say anything, the door of the next room was slammed loudly.

"Why hasn't it started yet? When will it start?"

Jiang Fan shouted angrily, "You'd better shut up while I'm in a good mood, or I'll let you die right here."

Sure enough, after Jiang Fan finished speaking, all the rooms fell silent.

Jiang Fan wanted to find a place to sit down and wait quietly for him to explain the whole story.

But when he looked around, there was really no place to stand in the house, and the smell of various excrement made him dizzy.

Jiang Fan covered his mouth in disgust, retreated to the door, opened the window in the corridor, and then he felt that he could breathe more smoothly.

The Xia country man kept looking at Jiang Fan curiously. He looked relaxed and at ease, not like someone who had just experienced a fierce battle yesterday, but rather like someone who was on vacation.
Jiang Fan also met his gaze, looking him up and down.

This Xia countryman was not very tall, just over 1.7 meters tall, and was thin. Especially after being hungry for who knows how many days, he was skin and bones and in extremely poor condition.

His eyeballs were cloudy, and every time he spoke it seemed as if he was breathing in but not out.

But Kang Fan always waited patiently for him to speak.

However, the foreigner who had been shouting on the side couldn't stand his whining, but because Jiang Fan and he had the same skin color and spoke the same language, he didn't dare to act rashly, for fear of arousing Jiang Fan's hatred again.

He could only glare angrily at the dying Xia man in the corner.

"I sell illegal drugs."

With just one sentence, Jiang Fan's face suddenly turned dark.

He said expressionlessly: "Then your death is not unjust."

This is the kind of person Jiang Fan hates the most. He has harmed so many people. He cannot possibly keep such a cancer.

"Yes." The man calmly accepted his death penalty notice. He took two breaths and looked at Jiang Fan pleadingly: "But I have something to ask of you."