One contains the smoke and the other contains the explosion fragments.

"Collect it for me." Pan Han changed his gesture and continued to exert force.

The two small barriers began to shrink, and finally formed a ball the size of an iron pot, flying obediently in front of Pan Han.

"Yes, it seems that I can also use the power of the laws here. Then the next thing will be easy."

Pan Han nodded with satisfaction. For him, this result was the best that could be achieved.

"Take it and play with it." Pan Han threw the two small pots in front of the captain, and then flew straight to the officer.

"What's your name?" Pan Han's expression was calm, showing no trace of sadness or joy.

"Master...Master...Master."

At this moment, the officer's legs were weak, his back was cold, his scalp was numb, and his mind was blank.

"Be good and tell me your name." Pan Han showed a kind look, and his gentle voice seemed to have magic, pouring into the officer's ears.

"Commander, my name is Liu Debiao."

"Debiao! Tell me, who gave you the order?"

"It's the three elders."

"How did you execute it?"

"No...not good." The officer didn't know what Pan Han meant, he only knew that he couldn't move at all.

"Yeah, I think it's not good either. According to the rules of the Knights Templar, what should we do if we fail to complete the mission?" Pan Han said.

"Your Excellency, he should commit suicide," the officer replied.

"It seems the rules are still the same. Very good. So what should you do now?"

"I know what to do, Master, you don't have to do anything." The officer's eyes were dull, like a walking corpse.

Pan Han nodded and said nothing more.

The officer took out a pistol, pointed it at his temple, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Bang!

Everything that should come out will come out, and everything that should go away will go away firmly.