Song Zhiguo frowned and said, "Come on, I'll go with you to take a look."
A large group of people rushed straight to carriage No. 10 where the prisoners were. As soon as they reached the door, they heard heart-wrenching screams of distress coming from inside.
They kept twisting their bodies in their seats, shouting for white flour, but because of their drug addiction, their words were unclear.
Song Qi and Song Xin had already finished their energy candies.
Now I am really at a loss.
Ling Yong felt in his pocket and found that he still had a bottle. Just as he was about to take it out, Song Zhiguo pushed it back to him.
He ordered the carriage door to be closed, then looked at Song Qi, "Don't you think now is the best time to interrogate him?"
Song Qi understood that, indeed, old ginger is still wise.
"Among the supplies we seized, there was this white flour."
Song Zhiguo said, "Then what are you waiting for? If you want to catch fish, how can you do it without bait?"
Ling Yong looked at the father and son, "As expected, you are a ruthless man who doesn't talk much, my commander."
Song Zhiguo patted Ling Yong on the shoulder and said, "If there are no conditions, we must create them. If there are conditions, we must make use of them. This is the battlefield, a battlefield without gunpowder smoke."
Song Zhiguo left.
Song Qi and Ling Yong went to get some flour, and then entered carriages number nine and ten respectively.
The accompanying military doctor also followed Song Qi and examined the mouth of the person in carriage No. 9 separately. Only after confirming that there was indeed no drug in his mouth did he release him.
He had his first meal of the day. It was quite delicious.
While searching the man in carriage number nine, Liu Gang discovered a tattoo on his lower back in the shape of a water droplet, about the size of a thumb.
Ling Yong looked at the people eating and sat opposite him.
"Your acting is good."
The man smiled, his young face full of a determined spirit, "It's okay."
"What's your name and age?"
The man looked at him and said, "Xu Yang, twenty years old."
Ling Yong raised his eyebrows, "Your last name is Xu?"
"It's just a coincidence. He has no blood relationship with your Commander Xu."
"Who knows? Well, I'm going to ask you a few questions. You can answer them if you want."
Xu Yang was a little surprised, "What do you mean by love or not?"
Ling Yong acted very amused. "Because if you don't say it, the people inside will say it. If you say it, they will say it too. It's no different. I'm just going through the motions."
Xu Yang felt like he was being looked down upon. He was usually a gifted person. "What kind of psychological interrogation technique is this?"
Ling Yong smiled and said, "If you think it is, then it is. If you think it is not, then it is not. Okay, I'm going to start now."
Ling Yong took out a notebook and a pen. "First question, who are you working for?"
Xu Yang was silent for more than ten seconds before answering.
"I work for the organization."
"What organization?"
“Teardrop Organization.”
"Oh, that tattoo on your lower back? Is that the organization's logo?"
"Um."
"What is your mission?"
Xu Yang chuckled. "You're asking even though you already know the answer. Kill you, Song Qi, and that pretty but skilled female soldier, Song Xin."
When Xu Yang said this, he looked at Ling Yong provocatively, but Ling Yong didn't even look back at him.
"How did you get into Vietnam?"
"The organization sent me in. I couldn't have swum in."
"Do you know the Yue people in the valley?"
"I don't know the person who was assigned by the organization."
"Okay, I'm done asking questions." Ling Yong put away the notebook, stood up and was about to leave.
Xu Yang was a little surprised. Is that it?
"Wait, you don't have any other questions for me?"
Ling Yong shook his head. "That's all. How many more questions should I ask of a kid like you?"
Xu Yang was a little bit incredulous when he heard Ling Yong say this. "I'm a senior assassin in our organization. Can you please be more respectful when you speak to me? I'm 20 years old, not a kid anymore!"
Ling Yong laughed heartily. "High-level assassin? Then it seems your organization isn't that great either."
Xu Yang was enraged and stood up. "I was just unprepared that day. A real man would fight back!"
Ling Yong exchanged a glance with Liu Gang, who was standing beside him. "Alright, let's stretch our muscles."
Liu Gang took the others to the rear of the carriage to make room for Ling Yong and the other two.
As their eyes met in the carriage, Xu Yang took action first.
His attack speed is very fast and he is flexible beyond his size.
Ling Yong still gave him high marks for his skills.
But this guy has a weakness, his chassis is unstable, his upper body is very strong and powerful, but his lower body is like a pile of shit, it looks very strong, but it is all dead muscle...
Ling Yong focused on attacking his lower body. The two exchanged more than ten moves, and finally Ling Yong defeated Xu Yang with an over-the-shoulder throw.
Ling Yong looked down at him, "High-level killer? From today on, you've been demoted."
Xu Yang was pulled up by Ling Yong, still a little unconvinced, "Come again."
"Little Xu Yang, you've already lost twice here. Didn't that kick from our Deputy Captain Liu teach you a lesson? You're too conceited. You overestimate your abilities and take on tasks you can't complete. You're doomed to failure."
Xu Yang was really angry this time. This person actually called him "little kid" again and again!
He also never imagined that the short and thin PLA soldiers he had in mind were completely different from what he imagined.
Not only is he good at fighting, but he is also cunning and speaks rudely.
It's completely different from what the organization said.
"Hey, I want another round! I didn't play well just now."
Ling Yong ignored him and walked away.
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