“Darn it, he didn’t say a single thing at all? You guys are the worst mercenaries I have ever seen. This is the most useless interrogation ever!” Someone yelled furiously in English outside. It was the third day already. His patience was on the verge that he would storm away at any time.
The man, who had a beard that grew until his chest, glanced at the government official who was shouting angrily at him. There was a trace of fierceness in his eyes, “Oh, it seems that you government officers have a plan. If so, then go ahead, Sir. I will leave him to you guys.”
The man was wearing a white robe with white wide-leg pants. He looked like a man from Central Asia. He just raised his hands, then, several mercenaries wearing desert camouflage bullet-proof vests came over. They were all tall and holding an A (K) 47 assault rifle as they stood behind the man.
Upon seeing this, the officer from the government immediately took a step back and looked at the senior officer of the ST Mercenary Army with a serious expression: “No, we don’t need him, we just need to ask which country he is from. Sakra, we just need to know this, that’s all.”
“I know. I have been working hard, but sometimes we can’t get what we want through hard work.” Sakra smiled and said. Then, he pointed to the captive behind the closed door. “You can see it yourself, Sir. Let’s not talk about forcing him to speak first, it’s hard to even ask him to keep his eyes open.”
“His wounds are not treated. Oh, yeah, because you guys don’t allow us to treat the wounds. Of course, we all agreed to let him suffer a little, but now he does not even have the strength to speak, so how are we going to know which country this soldier came from?”
“Judging from his skin color, hair color, and eye color, we think he is Asian. That’s all we know.”
Sakra’s words made the government officer narrow his eyes. After a while, he smiled coldly, “Trust me, I will find a way to let him speak.”
He beckoned to his guard and gave him a command. The fierceness in Sakra’s eyes became darker.
He waited until the government guards left, then he sneered: “Since you guys want to interrogate him yourself, then I think we can also collect our payment in advance.”
The government officer laughed out loud when he heard him mention payment, “Sakra, with our partnership, I don’t think you have to be in a hurry for that. Please wait a while, we will soon hear that guy’s voice.”
They didn’t need to care much about interrogating a tortured captive, especially since they were interrogating a guy who could not return to his country alive. As long as they wanted, they could end his life quickly.
There’s a mistrust in their employment relationship, and their cooperation is unstable… It’s just the third day, and they have already begun to interrogate me. It seems that it’s not Sakra who has lost patience, but the government has lost their patience.
Ten minutes later, footsteps were heard. Then, the locked iron door “creaked open,” and four people entered.
“Wake him up.” The government officer said brutally as he looked down at the captive who was injured by gunfire. When his eyes saw the wound on K7’s shoulder that exposed his cold arm, he raised his feet and used the heel of his leather shoe to step on the wound. He even twisted his ankle to step on the wound hard.
The wound had stopped bleeding at first. However, after being stepped by the heel of the shoe, bright red blood and scabs that had blood stained on it, rolled off the wound, exposing a bright red scarlet wound.
K7 didn’t move, as if he had lost consciousness, but his eyebrows were clenched tightly as if he was very uncomfortable in his sleep.
