After being killed by the three Ashes, all the boys were killed, and his own legs were shot twice. Tommy gave up completely.
"My boss's name is Vigo Tarasov, and he asked me to blow up you."
Ash put his foot on Tommy's knee and kindly helped Tommy stop the bleeding.
Ash pointed at Wolfe and said to Tommy: "Let's make it clear whether I want you to blow up the office or the cool guy next to me."
Ash still wanted to confuse the situation and avoid paying Wolfe's compensation. Unexpectedly, Wolfe followed suit and stepped on Tommy's other leg to stop the bleeding in Tommy's other leg.
"Should you blow me up or him?"
Wolfe's deep voice, like Batman's, stimulated Tommy's nerves.
"Fake, stop stepping on it. My boss asked me to find someone to kill you two. It was you two. You happened to be in that house, so I blew it up."
Hearing Tommy's sincere words and sincere feelings, Ash and Wolf released their feet from Tommy's legs.
Ash pulled out a combat knife that he had never used before, bent down and squatted in front of Tommy, put the knife on Tommy's ear, and scratched lightly, and the sharp blade instantly cut Tommy's ear.
One hand was stepped on by Reise, and his body could not move. Tommy shook his head crazily to avoid the dagger in Ash's hand. He begged for mercy and said: "Fake, what else do you want to ask, just say it, don't torture me anymore.
Already."
"Tommy, why did your boss want to kill both of us?"
"I don't know, I really don't know. My boss just found me and asked me to kill you two. I don't know anything else."
Ash raised his head and looked at Rise, asking for advice.
Ash is not good at this kind of torture. As we all know, in the world of black souls, you only need to hack to death those crazy zombies, without any skills.
In this world, there are special interrogators who ask for information, and Ash does not need to intervene.
Only Riese, who was once a CIA member, was the only one present now who had relevant experience.
Reese took the dagger from Ash's hand, stretched out his hand to pick up one of Tommy's legs, and pulled Tommy into a nearby room.
Inside the room was Tommy's cry for mercy, and outside the room was Ash and Wolf taking a rest.
"Wolf, would you like a drink?" Ash found a bottle of wine with the best packaging, opened it, poured a glass, and asked Wolf.
Wolfe did not look at the wine that Ash handed over, but took out a bottle of whiskey with black liquid from the top corner of the wine cabinet.
Wolfe found a towel, wiped the non-existent dust on the surface of the bottle, and handed the wine to Ash.
"Macallan whiskey, a little lower in alcohol than single malt whiskey, worth six thousand pounds. Drink this."
"What I have in hand is also good."
"Common stuff worth forty-five dollars."
The plain words were vaguely mocking Ash, an ignorant guy. The key point was that Ash really didn't understand the price of alcohol, so he had to admit defeat.
With the intention of not doing anything bad, Ash took out a new cup from under the bar, reached out and wiped a hand of dust from under the bar drawer, pinched the cup, and pushed the cup to Wolfe on the other side of the bar.
"Wolf, look at this cup, does it feel uncomfortable?"
Seeing this, Wolfe endured the blood pressure of bursting blood vessels in his brain, and gradually reached for the gun next to him.
The crisis was about to break out, and the two people's eyes could only see lightning spreading.
Rise pushed open the door and walked out, wiped his hands with some gangster's clothes and said, "I've asked clearly."
"What's going on with you guys? Are you going to eat each other?"
After finally asking the reason, Rise pushed open the door and saw two people glaring at each other, trying to kill each other with their eyes.
Ash put away the bottle of whiskey worth six thousand pounds, pretended that nothing happened, and drank the cheap whiskey in the glass in one gulp.
Putting down the cup, he regained his composure and asked Rise: "Did you ask anything?"
"Their boss didn't know where he got the news that the Five Major Gangs Federation has run out of money, and Ash, you have a large investment in Wolfe."
"So this Vigo wants to kill you two, keep the money for himself, and then set up another big organization."
When Ash heard this reason, he didn't know what to say. He got a sum of money for Sheffield, and the money came back to him in a roundabout way. After killing the property custodian of the five gangs, the matter of the five gangs came back to him.
.
"Have you asked them where their boss is?" Ash said through gritted teeth.
"In the penthouse of another nightclub."
Put down the cup in your hand, fill the magazine of the Benelli M4, load it, and fill another round into the magazine, so you have nine rounds of ammunition.
"Let's go, let's go deal with that greedy guy."
"What should we do here?" Rise pointed to a messy nightclub. There were tired people lying down everywhere, and items that had been smashed after a carnival were everywhere.
"Why not ask about the magical conch?"
Ash took out his cell phone again and called the aftermath cleanup team.
"Clean the entire building, details unknown, cash on delivery." After explaining the address to the cleaning staff across the street, Ash waved Reese and Wolfe to leave.
The three of them returned to the Chevrolet in the parking lot with their equipment, and watched as three fire trucks led a whole team of firefighters and rushed into the nightclub with the alarm on.
Seeing the aftermath personnel called by Ash arrive, Rise drove everyone away. On the way, Rise asked Ash: "Is this your magical conch?"
Reese looked in the rearview mirror at Ash, who was half lying in the back seat of the car, and gently stepped on the brakes, but Ash still didn't move.
"The magic conch knows everything, why not ask the magic conch!"
The disheveled Ash imitated Spongebob's voice, faced the black-faced octopus Rise, took out his cell phone, and handed it to Rise.
Riese took the phone and said into the phone's microphone: "Magic Conch, I want to know why the guy in the back seat doesn't drive by himself."
Reese discovered that from the time he followed Ash, Ash was either walking or driven by Wolfe and Reese taking turns.
Hearing Rise's words, Ash's face instantly turned as dark as Squidward's, and he reached out to grab the phone in Rise's hand.
"The magical conch doesn't know, the magical conch doesn't want to tell you."
Standing on the back seat, Ash leaned his whole body into the driver's seat of the vehicle, fighting for the phone with Rise, squeezing Wolfe's space with his entire back, forcing Wolfe to press against the window
superior.
After taking back the phone, Ash returned to the back seat. Wolfe reluctantly took out a new pair of glasses from the glove box and put them on. The previous glasses had been squeezed into nowhere amidst the fuss between Ash and Rise.
Went.
Rise reached out and pressed the headset, and said to Ash in the rearview mirror: "Did you know? I also have my own magical conch."
Riese was referring to Finch on the other side of the headset, the genius of the Internet. Finch could check out almost all news in time.
"My magic conch told me that the guy in the back seat didn't have a driver's license. Hahahaha!"