Chapter 852: Catch the wrong person

"You, who are you? Why do you attack us?" The white man swallowed hard and asked again with some timidity. Just look at the entertainment embarrassment pictures.

"Go to you, when is it your turn to ask us?" Dong Haibo came up and felt a little worried. The American fell on the ground in pain for a while before he raised his head with difficulty.

"You, you can't do this, the People's Liberation Army, treat prisoners with preferential treatment." He shouted. He could see clearly now that these people were Chinese and their words were all Chinese, so of course he had to judge that they were the People's Liberation Army.

"Why do you think this is the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea? Wake up, little bastard, answer the question truthfully, dare to slap a little more, I will cut off one finger for every word." Dong Haibo smiled grimly, and cursed in English. He raised his chin with a wide tiger-toothed sword, and his eyes fell on his thumb, causing a coldness in the heart of the American.

"Name." Liang Chen asked coldly for the third time.

"No, don't do it anymore. My name is Paul, American." The guy shouted, finally not daring to resist.

"Paul?" Liang Chen's eyes narrowed coldly, but a trace of suspicious light flashed inside.

"It seems that you still refuse to tell the truth." Dong Haibo smiled grimly, and the extremely sharp tiger-toothed sword gradually slid down his face, drawing a shocking blood mark. Then, the tip of the knife continued to fall and hit his back. You could see layers of goose bumps on his back. Then, the knife struck his left thumb and slashed downwards. Paul's heart-wrenching shout, his thumb had been cut down, and blood flashed out.

"No, no, you devils, buy high ones, my hands, my hands..." Paul roared wildly, but Dong Haibo's next two big mouths made him completely silent, his cheeks swollen. Although the pain made his liver tremble, he no longer dared to roar.

"Are you sure your name is Paul?" Liang Chen narrowed his eyes and asked in a cold voice again.

In fact, to put it bluntly, he and his people are not real People's Liberation Army troops, so naturally they don't have to be bound by the military discipline. This extremely happy way of forcing confession also made Dong Haibo feel very happy. He is an extremely free person, and what he can't stand the most is the constraints of the dead rules and regulations in the army. This time he came to the mercenary army, which made him successful.

"My name is Paul, and I am indeed Paul." Paul almost swore to the heaven in the name of his mother. He had never imagined that the Chinese would find this place, and it was such a powerful special forces. However, Paul still had a soul in his heart. The strength of this army was too unexpected. According to his judgment, there were only fifty or sixty people, but he could run five times his troops, and he was still so at ease. Even if it was a raid late at night, he knew clearly that the combat effectiveness of the troops he trained would definitely not be defeated so easily.

What kind of troops is this? Is it the legendary most elite snow wolf commando of the People's Liberation Army? However, their tactical style is completely different from the real People's Liberation Army's special forces. This is an extremely iron-blooded and violent assault style, like a steel tank, even if it is a special war, it will rush around and be unscrupulous. Facing them, Paul feels like facing a beast with a height that has come out of the ancient prehistoric world. Their attacks are like a mountain collapsed on its back, which is simply terrible. Moreover, their style of conduct is cold-blooded and cruel. If you say something wrong, you will burst into blood. It is extremely unreasonable. You only ask the result, not the process. Who are they? This seems to be different from the legendary People's Liberation Army unit that can always use its benevolence, righteousness and morality to protect itself.

For a moment, Paul's heart was filled with thoughts, shocked and frightened. The pain of his fingers broke made him feel even more frightened. Liang Chen didn't dare not answer the questions he asked next.

"Okay, let's call you Paul for now. Let's introduce yourself." Liang Chen narrowed his eyes, walked to his side, spewed out smoke, and stared at his blue eyes.

Paul did not dare to look at him, so he staggered his eyes and replied hurriedly, "I am one of the former Marine Corps instructors of the United States. After retiring, I was hired here to be the training instructor here. I come here twice a year, staying for two months each time."

"Who is the one hiring you?" Liang Chen nodded and continued to ask.

"His name is Wilson, and he is also an American. It's very mysterious. I don't know his origin. But according to my guess, he is likely to be a Cia or FBI." Paul said all the beans that were poured into the bamboo tube.

Americans are different from Chinese. They never think being captured is a shame. Of course, they don’t think it is shameful to confess after being captured. Although this will make them a little embarrassed, compared with the life they love, they still think the latter is the most important.

What's more, Paul is now just a retired former soldier, and this concept is not very strong.

"Where is Wilson?" Liang Chen's heart sank, knowing that things were going to be bad. Unexpectedly, after a long time of work, although he lost Wilson's den, he did not catch the real owner.

"I don't know, he didn't come back tonight, but mysteriously walked away alone. He should be performing some special missions." Paul said softly.

"Oh? In other words, he may come back?" Liang Chen asked with a frown.[

"I don't know this either." Although his fingers hurt, Paul shrugged his shoulders in a very western manner.

"Well, the last question is, what kind of troops are here?" Liang Chen asked with narrow eyes.

"It is said that it is the special forces of General Kuba, a drug lord of the Golden Triangle. I never ask about these things because this is not my scope of responsibility. I am only responsible for training. After achieving the training results, I take the money and leave. That's it." Paul answered truthfully.

"Oh, very good, you answered well." Liang Chen patted his shoulder, but his face became heavier. He ordered people to take Paul down first and then sit down again.

Outside, there were still vaguely howlings of pain. Liang Chen's soldiers were torturing the living guys. However, those guys were very hard-mouthed and had not yet been interrogated for a specific result, which made Liang Chen's heart even more depressed.
Chapter completed!