The initial trial of the prisoners was just the appetizer.
In order to deter the scoundrels, a large number of torture videos will be made public, especially the punishment for the leaders, which will be tenfold or a hundredfold.
In the gloomy torture chamber, the lackeys' limbs were tightly locked with heavy iron chains, and their whole bodies were fixed on the torture rack in a spread-eagle position.
Some people had no intact skin left on their bodies, and their tattered clothes were stuck to their bloody bodies.
Each whip mark was so deep that the bone was visible. Blood continued to flow out, gathering into shocking streams of blood, flowing down the body and dripping onto the cold ground, forming pools of dark red blood.
After being identified, the sinful lackey was not shown any mercy.
There is a young supervisor who is well taken care of.
His chest was scorched black by the branding iron, his skin and flesh were curled up, and he emitted a disgusting burnt smell.
His face was covered in a mixture of sweat and blood, his hair was messily stuck to his scalp, and his eyes were full of pleading, but no one cared about the pain and despair revealed in his eyes.
His lips were cracked and pale, and became hoarse and silent from the long cries of pain.
The fingernails had been pulled out one by one, and the fingertips were covered in blood, it was a horrible sight.
The ankles of both feet were clamped so tightly that they were bloody and the bones seemed to be broken.
Every breath was a torture for him, and his body twitched involuntarily, as if he was making his last struggle.
The once strong body had been tortured beyond recognition, like a broken puppet, dying under the torture.
"Useless thing, this is all you have!" The interrogator spat and moved his shoulders. He didn't expect that punishing people could be so tiring.
They fought and vented their anger, but the oil they squeezed out was less than 300,000.
It seems that apart from the superficial glory, the lackeys in northern Myanmar cannot get any real money.
"Pull him out and replace him!"
At the interrogator's command, guards came in and carried the half-dead lackey away. As for whether he could survive in the dungeon, it depended on luck.
When the next leader to be interrogated saw this scene, a trace of fear surged in his heart.
He began to realize that if he did not hand over the large sum of money, he might suffer even more terrible torture.
So, before even entering the door, he said in a trembling voice: "I... I'm willing to pay... as long as you let me go..."
The members of the Slutty Mercenary Group smiled at each other, knowing that the interrogation had finally come to a conclusion.
They loosened the chains on the leader and helped him up.
The leader staggered to the side, took out a check from his pocket and handed it to Langhuo, the deputy leader of the Slutty Mercenary Group.
The deputy chief took the check, glanced at the number on it, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Very good, you made a wise choice. But don't make the same mistake again." After the deputy leader said this, he led the interrogator away.
In the room, there was left the leader, who looked relieved after surviving the disaster.
"Deputy Captain, how much money has made you so happy that you don't even want to interrogate people?" the interrogator asked curiously.
"A leader who can come up with a check for 10 million is something. Such a person should be handed over to the special forces and brought back to the country for interrogation. We won't join in the fun." After Lang Huo finished speaking, the interrogator chuckled, and everyone had a tacit expression.
In another room, Shangguan Zai was communicating with the task force.
"After preliminary interrogation, we've identified eight valuable members. General Mag has numerous businesses in northern Myanmar. The revenue from drug and organ trafficking mostly comes from overseas, and most likely points to the United Empire."
After Shangguan Zai finished speaking, he handed the intelligence collected by his men to the head of the armed personnel.
"Thanks to your help this time. Secretary Wang specifically instructed us to fully cooperate with you before we set off. I thought it would be a very complicated process, but I didn't expect it to be so easy to achieve so quickly. Thank you again!"
The leader of the armed personnel hurriedly shook hands and expressed his gratitude.
Nodding, Shangguan Zai said cryptically, "There are more leaders to be handed over, and I hope you can offer some kind words regarding the consumption of weapons and ammunition."
"Hahaha, Secretary Wang warned me before I came here, be careful of Brother Shangguan. This guy won't do anything without profit. I didn't expect it to work so quickly."
“Ah, this…” Shangguan Zai touched his nose and smiled awkwardly. He felt a little uncomfortable with his secrets being exposed.
"Hahaha, don't worry, Brother Shangguan. The intelligence you collected is very important. The organization has given special instructions. We will do our best to meet your needs within a reasonable range!"
As soon as the armed captain finished speaking, Shangguan Zai's unnatural expression suddenly returned to normal, and even AK couldn't suppress the raised corners of his mouth.
Grabbing the other person's hand, Shangguan Zai said kindly, "Tell Chief Guan that a new target has been identified. A large number of hostages and leaders will be handed over. Please rest assured that I will handle the matter."
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Brother Shangguan. Please do as you please!"
After a brief conversation between the two sides, Shangguan Zai set his sights on a new target, General Ne Win.
Speaking of General Ne Win, he is not as powerful as Old Man Yan, and not as smart as General Mag.
This man's forte is not fraud and organ trafficking, as he feels that those are hurtful to others. Because his last name is Fo, he also likes to keep a Feng Shui master.
His business is spread across many countries simply because he has the best drugs.
Times have changed. Drugs are becoming more and more expensive in China, and only the rich and powerful can afford them.
If you were an ordinary person, drug dealers wouldn't even want to sell you.
Not only is the risk high, but the profit is not even enough to justify the risk.
The reason why Shangguan Zai targeted him was that he hated undercover agents the most, and no less than ten drug enforcement officers had died at his hands.
Because this person's power was hidden deep in northern Myanmar, the police had great difficulty in searching for evidence. Many local residents were spies, and many encirclement and suppression efforts ended in failure.
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