The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

"Damn it, he still didn't say a word? You are the worst mercenary I've ever seen, the most useless interrogation!" Someone shouted in English angrily outside, it was the third day, his patience On the verge of being on the verge of going berserk at any time.

The man with the beard that reached his chest glanced at the government official who was yelling at him, with a hint of ferocity flashing in his dark eyes, "Oh, so it seems that your government has a way, then sir, I will put him Leave it to you."

The man was wearing a white robe, white wide-leg pants, and his facial features were Central Asian faces. He just raised his hand, and several mercenaries in desert camouflage bulletproof vests came over, tall and big, all holding A(K) 47 Assault rifle stands on man's back.

When the military officer from the government saw it, he immediately took a step back, looked at the senior official in the ST mercenary warily, and said with a dark face: "No, we don't need him, we just need to ask which country he is from. Soldiers, Sacra, that's all we need to know, that's all."

"I know, I've been working hard, but sometimes we can't get what you want with our hard work." Sacra could still say with a smile, and pointed to the prisoner inside the closed iron gate, "See? , Sir, let alone let him speak now, it is even difficult for him to open his eyes."

"His wound has not been treated. Oh, yes, you are not allowed to treat the wound. Of course, we all agree to make him suffer a little bit, but now he doesn't even have the strength to speak. How do we know what country he is from?"

"Judging from the skin tone, hair color, eye color, we think he is Asian, that's all we know."

Sacra's words made the officer from the government army narrow his eyes, and after a while he smiled fiercely, "Believe me, I will find a way to make him speak."

He waved his hand to give instructions to his personal guards, and saw the ferocity in Sacra's eyes deepened.

After the government guards left, he sneered and said, "Since you want to interrogate yourself, I think we can collect our employment money in advance."

When mentioning the employment payment, the official who came here on behalf of the government immediately laughed, "Sakla, with our cooperative relationship, I don't think it's in a hurry now. Please wait a moment, we will hear from that guy soon sound."

Interrogating and torturing a prisoner doesn't need to take into account anything, especially interrogating a guy who can't go back alive, as long as you get what you want, end him immediately.

Employment relationship, distrust, and unstable cooperative relationship... I only started to interrogate myself on the third day. It seems that it is not Sacra who lost patience, but the government who lost patience.

Ten minutes later, footsteps were heard, and then the locked iron door creaked open, and four people entered.

"Wake him up." The government officer said ferociously, looking down at the prisoner who was wounded by the artillery fire. When his eyes saw the wound on K7's shoulder, a cruel smile appeared on his face. He raised his foot, stepped on the wound with the heel of his leather shoes, and twisted his ankle so that the heel crushed the wound hard.

This wound was no longer bleeding. It was crushed by the hard heel, and the bright red blood and the layer of scabs combined to produce strands of blood, revealing a bright red and hideous wound.

K7 didn't move, as if he lost consciousness, but frowned tightly, as if he frowned because of discomfort in his sleep.