As soon as Waynblad saw the captured tongue, he felt something was wrong.
Although most people in Venezuela are white, they are all mixed race, and Wayne himself is also British. The subtle differences in facial makeup can still be seen. The person in front of him should not be a native of Venezuela, and it is very likely that he is not.
A soldier armed by the Protestant ***, because Wayne saw that this man looked very gentle, wore glasses, was extremely thin, and had no trace of any battle. He was fair and clean, and looked like a pretty boy, but his body
, even though he was wearing the clothes of the Protestant ***, the soldiers of Untr also caught him within the scope of the Protestant influence.
Untr's soldiers did not get the order to interrogate the tongue, so no one dared to touch him. They just tied his hands and feet and kept him in an idle warehouse.
There is no prisoner-of-war camp set up in this city stronghold because it is simply not necessary. During the battle, it was almost impossible to capture alive Protestant *** armed soldiers. The soldiers of this *** armed force were quite extreme and would rather die.
I don’t want to be captured either, because the power of religion is still very powerful.
Wayne was no longer so kind. He captured every one he could, and even after he was caught, he couldn't ask for anything. He escorted him directly back to the rear and handed him over to Ava DeFranco. He looked at the person in front of him with suspicion.
The prisoner was still not used to the sunlight. When the door opened, light suddenly shone into the room. He curled up and shrank back. The dazzling sunlight made it difficult for him to see who was standing at the door.
"Let me go, I'm not a combatant." The prisoner coughed heavily and said in broken Spanish.
"Speak English, Spanish is not suitable for you!" Wayne listened to that interesting accent and waved his hand. His men closed the door. Two soldiers stood at the door and turned on the light again, all in a hurry.
I brought a table and found two chairs from nowhere and placed them in the center of the room.
"Sit, I won't hurt you, as long as you can tell me what I want to know." Wayne wiped the dust on the chair and sat down, putting his feet up on the table and finding a very comfortable position.
The prisoner sat across from Wayne tremblingly. "Are you from Untr?" His accent had changed to pure American middle English.
"Yankee?" Wayne thought this was very interesting and put his foot down again. "Tell me, what's interesting about you?" Although Wayne didn't know the identity of the other party, he understood that being able to come to the war zone and be in the same place
An American who wears the clothes of an armed protestant soldier must not be simple. He does not use methods similar to torture to extract confessions. People's pain can be endured. The harder the beating, the greater the degree of resistance.
.And information, as a thing, loses its meaning after twenty-four or forty-eight hours. Even if he speaks it out at that time, it will be useless.
To deal with this person, you need to use psychological offensive. This is something Wayne learned in the NATO special forces. Psychological offensive is far more effective than physical damage.
The prisoner rolled his eyes at Wayne with a look of disdain on his face. It seemed that he looked down on Untr and didn't say a word.
"I don't want to know any personal information about you." Wayne tapped his fingers on the table. "What I want you to know is that if you can tell me what I want to know, you can walk out of this room alive.
"Actually, Wayne didn't know the specific identity of the person in front of him and couldn't even guess, let alone what he could get from him.
"untr, a ragtag group of people were actually beaten like this by a religious force. Sir, it seems that you are the commander of this army. More than 40,000 people were beaten like this, and you still have the nerve to interrogate me? Hahahaha...
"The prisoner began to laugh.
The two UTR soldiers standing behind Wayne were about to step forward to teach him a lesson, but were stopped by Wayne.
"Don't threaten me with your life. If you can find a few girls for me to have fun with, I might tell you something like that when I'm most happy!"
The harder the prisoner spoke, the more interested Wayne became in what was hidden on him. He personally stepped forward and untied the rope from the prisoner. "Being polite is not because I'm afraid of you, nor is it because I want to
The intelligence on you. In fact, I will be able to execute you when I capture the second prisoner. So I think you should trade what you know for your life before you lose your value to us.
.Because no one, including me, is not afraid of death. Of course, people die in different ways. I will give you half an hour to think about it." Wayne walked out of the room with a smile and said to the untr soldiers behind him.
"Don't be fooled by his appearance, keep a close eye on him. Where are the things he is traveling with?"
The soldier hurried to the corner and found a camouflage-painted backpack. "There is nothing except this bag. You came here before we checked it."
Wayne glanced at the door again, took the backpack over, opened the zipper, and dropped the things to the ground with a clatter.
He rummaged through things on the ground, including pistols, daggers, soldier rations and cans, drinking water, and some other things necessary for survival in the wild.
"What is this?" He picked up an object wrapped in yellow plastic paper from the ground. It was only the size of a palm, very hard and thick. Wayne looked at the yellow plastic bag suspiciously and wanted to open it.
"Sir..." the soldier hesitated. "Is there any danger?"
Wayne laughed. "Hahaha, soldier, you are thinking too much. Nothing will go wrong." Wayne quickly opened the plastic bag. Inside several layers of oil paper, there was a palm-sized piece similar to a circuit board.
Something. "This is..."
"Mr. Brad, is this a hard drive?" The soldier was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that the prisoner actually had such a thing in his entire backpack.
Weighing the hard drive in his hand, Wayne quickly ran to the radar, shook the mess on the table, and carried a technician over. The technician was startled by Wayne. "Sir, what's wrong?"
"
"Plug in this hard drive, I need all the information in this hard drive." Wayne took out the hard drive.
The technician looked at Wayne suspiciously, then found a few wires and directly disassembled the laptop. In order to prevent viruses in the hard drive, he also deliberately disconnected the laptop's database. He plugged the hard drive into
Laptop motherboard.
After turning on the computer, several huge English characters popped up on the screen.
"Technology and Security Department of Dashi Development Group, please enter your account name and key."
Wayne became anxious when he saw it and called Fu Ming directly.
The time now is around nine o'clock in the evening local time in Kinshasa. After dinner, Fu Ming went to rest early, but he did not fall asleep. He was still thinking about whether to use a nuclear bomb.
When he saw the call from Wayne, he picked up the call without hesitation. In a few minutes of conversation, Fu Ming just said "I understand" and hung up the phone.
"Da Development Group, don't you think this thing is not chaotic enough? Why are you everywhere!" Fu Ming knew that the password of the hard drive was not easy to crack. He wanted to know about the relationship between the Da Development Group and the Protestant *** armed forces.
It will take a certain amount of time to establish any connection. He no longer has this time. Once the government forces realize that something is wrong and the agreement between Eva and the government forces breaks down, all the wishful thinking will be in vain.
Coco, who was by his side, was also awakened by Fu Ming's cell phone. She rubbed her hazy sleepy eyes and asked, "What happened? Are you still answering the phone so late?"
Since Fu Ming was injured, few people would call Fu Ming directly unless it was an urgent matter.
"The Great Development Group has also participated in the civil war in the Bolivarian Republic of Venezuela, and is still our opponent. I think we should not delay it any longer and deal with the Protestant *** armed forces as soon as possible without delay."
"You mean..." Coco also frowned. "By the way, we can deal with the Great Development Group?"
"This is a potential enemy. Now Jax Mabrisio has been sanctioned by NATO and is unable to move. The threat has also been reduced. If the Great Development Group develops according to this momentum, it is very likely to become
The second untr, they are a group supported by Americans." Fu Ming frowned. "Coco, it's time for you to go."
Coco chuckled softly. "After tonight, I will go back to Berlin tomorrow. It's time for you to contact Lin Mao and Chen Chuming. We need their help. After all, the Great Development Group has American support. Although I didn't know that this time it was close.
Is Protestantism an instruction from the U.S. government?" The smile on Coco's face turned evil. "If this is a solo action by the Great Development Group, then there will be drama!"
"Even if the Great Development Group acts alone this time, the Americans cannot sit idly by and ignore it. This is their only breakthrough to compete with UNTR." Fu Ming made up his mind that this mushroom must bloom in Venezuela, even if it is love.
She doesn't want her country to be hit by a nuclear attack, even if she says so.
However, the target of growing mushrooms must be changed. If you rashly launch a tactical nuclear bomb attack on the government forces, you will definitely suffer a nuclear counterattack. The two Soviet nuclear bombs that Jax sold to the government forces are still very powerful.
"By the way, what happened to the nine Dongfeng 31d missiles? It's almost time." Coco suddenly asked.
"Well, I kept three for myself and gave the others to Eva. However, the launch module and the password are in our hands. If she wants to use them, she still has to go through the unification between me and the Chinese government."
The three missiles that Fu Ming left behind were for his own research. The batch of fighter jets and tanks from the past few days made Harry Cloud very happy, and the aircraft carrier's transformation plan was almost completed.
"Get some rest early. We need to consider the nuclear bomb issue in the long term!" Coco gently kissed Fu Ming's forehead, "I will go back tomorrow, tonight..." Coco said shyly, her cheeks slightly red.
Fu Ming quickly shook his head, "Don't even think about it, I don't want to die on your belly..."