Chapter 539 What Is Despair (Please Subscribe!)

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April Fool's Day is long over.

Suppressing the shock in his heart, Mole shook his head and said, "This is impossible. There is no killer organization in the world that will take over this task. No matter how much money you give, it will not work. This is the norm."

He tried to find the loopholes in the other party's words, and he didn't want to believe that it was true, because unless a national-level force made a move, and it had to be a big country, or the killer world united to attack them.

Otherwise, the other party's wishful thinking will not work at all.

And these two cases.

Neither applies.

The soldier smiled, shook his head and said, "Mr. Mole, these are just trash fish, we don't need to look for them, we have already found someone to do this, and within three days, it is estimated that the mission will be over. It's also because you are lucky that you weren't included in the removal list."

It doesn't seem like a joke to look at the person in front of you, but Mole can't really believe it. Seeing is believing. Now all information is blocked. You can say that you are going to kill God tomorrow, and no one can confirm the truth. Pseudo, he cared about something else.

"Can we go out again?" the Mole asked, frowning.

"It's possible, but unless you can show your value and the reason why you need to go out, it's actually pretty good to live here. You're not a person who likes to play thrills, aren't you?" the soldier replied.

"Hehe, you really know me." Mole smiled bitterly, he remembered what he heard about his character analysis just now. This feeling of being looked down upon by others made him very inappropriate.

He is a sane, intelligent man, especially sensitive in this regard.

"Knowing the enemy is more important than knowing yourself. This is the law of survival if you want to live long. Now, Mr. Mole, please make your choice, whether to cooperate or we use means." The soldier smiled.

Speaking so kindly about the means of use made Mole feel a real cold breath from the bottom of his heart.

This is a terrible person.

The Mole thought about it for a while, and then asked curiously, "They will all be the same way?"

"No, you are a smart person, so you will use smart methods. Others, except Feiyu, are not smart people, but ruthless people." The soldier also told the truth, why did he talk so much nonsense with the mole, just because He can only be persuaded by reason.

This is also the basic quality of being a captain, rationality, judgment, gains and losses, and awareness of current affairs. A captain without these skills has long been drowned in the long river of history and will not live long.

The Mole didn't think so either.

This kind of quality suitable for being a captain turned out to be so annoying, yes, he is indeed as the person in front of him said, rationality, coupled with personality, so that he has no idea of ​​resistance now, but he can't be without dignity.

After a moment of silence, Mole said firmly: "I promise, but this time you won't be able to win. As long as the one who shoots the cold gun wins me in a one-on-one battle, I will say anything."

As a man, it was done when he was shot, and he refused to admit defeat.

The soldier said: "Mr. Mole, he has left, but we can learn from each other."

The Mole was taken aback.

"You? Are you not a civilian?" From a mole's point of view, this person's negotiating and persuasive abilities are obviously not like a soldier fighting on the front line, but more like a negotiator.

"How can there be special civilian staff in this kind of place. I'm about the same strength as the person who captured you. I'm happy to do it for you. If you win, I won't ask anything." The soldier smiled.

"Yeah, let's do it then." Mole thinks about it right, civilian? Civilians should also learn to fight, well, that's about it, he needs one last reason to convince himself.

in a man's way.

And the chips are very good. If you win, you will at least keep your savings. Although it may not be spent in this life, even if you die, that is where your confidence lies. You have food in your pocket and don't panic. This is his habit.

Mole walked to the open space next to him and made a fighting move. Here the table and chairs are welded to the ground, and they can't be used as weapons. The only thing that can be used is his fist.

The soldier stood up and walked across from the Mole.

"Please do it."

The soldiers are becoming more and more gentlemen now. Why, it is because they have learned some basic etiquette and expression training in the special skills training center, but they still cannot be used as spies, because the training fee can produce a new spy robot.

The voice just fell.

Moles don't talk nonsense either.

"Drink..." The Mole stepped forward, shouted loudly, and punched the warrior.

This punch.

He used it with all his strength, dealt with his opponent, and didn't hold back. This was his respect for his opponent.

Facing the iron fist rushing towards his face, the warrior still smiled. When the fist was less than ten centimeters away from his face, the warrior moved. His right hand was as fast as lightning at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye.

"Snapped."

A slap slapped Mole's hand away.

After that, at a speed that the mole couldn't see clearly, the soldier turned his body sideways, took a step back, swept across, kicked the mole in the chest, and kicked the mole away.

"Peng..."

"hiss..."

Mole's body hit the ground, feeling the pain in his chest, and took a deep breath.

He felt his internal organs churning a little.

Mole's eyes were a little dazed at this time, was he defeated like this? No, it must have been careless just now, it must be, it must not be this time, so the Mole stood up again.

"Come again..." After shouting loudly, the Mole charged towards the soldier again.

"boom..."

"what..."

"Cough cough..."

"hiss..."

After a few minutes.

The Mole was lying on the ground like a dead fish again, panting heavily, in pain all over his body, and a little bit unable to get up.

His fierce attacks again and again.

Pour all your life's learning.

In exchange, it turned out to be a spike again and again.

How can he bear this? He knows his own strength very well. He focuses on various killing techniques. Even if he fights against the most elite special forces in various countries, whoever will die is out of 50. Now he encounters a 'civilian' in front of him. , turned out to be hopeless.

He couldn't accept it anyway.

But this is the reality. The opponent can always use his own speed and tricky attack angle to crack any of his moves, and then it is a blow. From beginning to end, he has never touched anyone else's clothes.

really lost.

Still failed so badly.

Compared to himself, the person on the other side is really ruthless, only fast is not broken. This sentence, which I don't know where I heard it, echoed in his mind again. Fast, it is really an unsolved advantage. .

endure the pain.

The Mole stood up with difficulty. Looking at the soldier who was still smiling with a complicated expression, after a few seconds, he finally said, "I lost, if you want to know anything, just ask."

Really don't make an effort. . . You don't even know what despair is.

He feels it now.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

Subsequently.

The Mole really knows everything and says everything.

The killer also worships the strong. The current situation is that all his cards are gone. Now he really believes that the opponent wants to destroy the three killer organizations. Whether it is determination or strength, he believes it.

Because there is no need to lie to him at all.

Thinking that these three killer organizations will all be wiped out by Zero together, and that his deposits may also become commissions, Mole feels really ironic. The money he made from 'Poison Python' has now become the funeral expenses of 'Poison Python' .

Ha ha.

Life is really like a play.

I really don't know who Zero invited to carry out this task, or that Zero is a puppet, a spokesperson for a huge force in Myanmar? Thinking of this, Mole felt that the more he thought about it, the more likely he was. He was not an idiot. This possibility was not impossible, and it was still very large.

but.

Now everything has nothing to do with him, he is just a prisoner.

After half an hour.

End of inquiry.

Mole explained everything, let alone, there is a lot of valuable information, plus his deposit of nearly 10 million US dollars, it can be said to be a small profit.

"Mr. Mole, thank you for your cooperation, and please abide by the rules and regulations here in the future." The soldier stood up and stretched out his hand.

The Mole stretched out his hand too, and shook the warrior with a wry smile.

This feeling.

It's like talking about a business.

It seems to be quite similar.

The other side made ten to ten million dollars, and he became a pauper. Of course, he was not completely pauper, because the other party was only interested in cash. He also had more than one million dollars worth of real estate and valuables. .

It was a little comfort.

"Okay, please take care of me in the future." Mole smiled bitterly. A few hours ago, he was a free killer. Now, he has become a prisoner. Life has been reversed so quickly, and he has no psychological preparation.

"Come with me, please," said the soldier.

With that said, the soldier went out, and the Mole quickly followed.

Subsequently.

A few turns.

Under the leadership of this warrior, Mole came to the locker room.

"Mr. Mole, go in and take a good bath and change into this suit. Your number is thirty-seven, and you live in room thirty-seven." The soldier handed over two sets of prison uniforms, inside and out and shoes.

Look at the soldier beside him.

Look at the prison uniform in his hand.

Think about the future life.

Mole sighed, turned and went in to take a shower and change.

After taking a shower.

changed clothes.

Shaved hair again.

Mole was taken to the lowest prison by this soldier. Now Mole really knows that there are really few guards here. This person is not only interrogation, but seems to do everything.

But think of its strength.

He felt that it was enough. The guy in front of him was really capable of one-to-ten one, and he could see that the other party didn't use all his strength just now. Otherwise, with one move, he would definitely die.

Although the soldier still turned his back to him.

But he did not dare to have the idea of ​​sneak attack.

On the ground floor, he saw the other 'inmates'. Passing through the rooms, Mole found that their eyes were full of light that should not have been there. It was not despair and provocation, but curiosity and hope, and there was no tyranny. .

Are you going to let Lao Tzu pick up soap?

Think of this.

Mole's whole body jolted, no longer paying attention, he followed the soldier without squinting, thinking, "Mad, let's see who dares, Lao Tzu castrated him."

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