"Who is it?"

"Then you don't need to know."

Mohammed Siad pointed to where Aidid was sitting just now and said: "You just need to know that you will be a stepping stone for me to sit where you are now."

"Siad, you traitor, you will not die a good death."

"I curse you to hell!"

Aidid yelled and cursed again, his eyes wanting to eat Siad.

After doing this for a long time, someone picked the peach out of my fucking head.

This kind of treasure is just around the corner, or a peerless beauty is available.

Suddenly, I realized that it was just a mirror.

The feeling of falling from a high place to the bottom is extremely maddening and resentful!

"Let him shut up first. The noisy person's head will hurt." Siad waved his hand impatiently and ordered.

"Yes, Chief."

One of the subordinates stepped forward, stretched out his hand and slapped him.

Snap!

The constant sound of slaps echoed in the office.

At first glance, I thought something indescribable was going on inside.

His cheeks were swollen and his two front teeth were knocked out.

Aidid just closed his mouth.

If he didn't shut up, he felt that his face was about to lose consciousness and all the teeth in his mouth would be knocked out.

If you continue, you will definitely become the first human in the world to be slapped to death.

This is a way to make your name last forever and be remembered by the world.

It's almost the same as being infamy for thousands of years.

Seeing Aidid, he closed his mouth.

Siad turned off the safety of the golden AK47 in his hand, turned around, and shouted complimentarily outside: "Sir, I have become an honest man, you can come in."

The words just fell.

A tall soldier wearing a skull mask, an individual combat uniform, and carrying an ACR assault rifle walked in.

Aidid also raised his head and turned his gaze to the door...

Only the soldiers who came in were seen wearing tactical hoods with skull patterns, dark red goggle sunglasses, and head-mounted tactical headphones.

Wearing a unique long-sleeved combat uniform and camouflage tactical pants, this outfit reveals a strong sense of cold mystery.

mercenary?!

After all, Aidid is also a veteran who has been on the battlefield for a long time, so it is natural to see that this man has a strong sense of military iron-bloodedness.

Add this person's outfit.

Basically, it can be ruled out that they are not professional soldiers, but actual mercenaries.

The soldier who came in was naturally none other than Simon Riley, the ghost of Task Force 141.

As the deputy field commander of the 141st Special Forces Group, he is also a technical and torture expert.

He appeared here naturally to find out where Aidid's bank account number and other valuables such as cash and gold were hidden.

After all, Aidid is also the largest warlord in Somalia, and he must have taken away a lot of people's wealth and wealth.

After the ghost came in, he came directly to Aidid.

The eyes hidden under the dark red sunglasses stared straight at him.

He remained motionless, just staring.

Aidid's scalp was numb when he saw it, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

Especially paired with the opponent's skull mask.

It was a horrifying feeling, like looking at the grim reaper from hell.

One minute, two minutes...

Until ten minutes later.

Aidid couldn't help it anymore and said: "Ni...Ni Shi is sleeping, Island Brother Xiang...Xiangan Shenmo?"

Because several of his front teeth were knocked out, he could hardly speak.

"Mr. Aidid, do you want to live or die?" the ghost asked.

"..."

Aidid was silent for a moment and said: "Stay alive."

"Explain all the bank account numbers and where you hide the money, and you can survive. Otherwise..."

The ghost didn't say anything else. Smart people will understand what it means. www.bǐqυgetν.℃ǒm

There are some things that don’t need to be said clearly.

"Don't even think about it, I can't say a word." Aidid's expression suddenly sank when he heard this, and he sneered.

The ghost sighed and apologized: "Well, it seems that Mr. Aidid is not very cooperative, so I'm sorry."

rub!

A cold light flashed.

The ghost pulled out a three-edged military thorn and waved it in front of Aidid.

"Do you know what this is called?"

"You know, do you dare to kill me?!" Aidid sneered, confidently saying.

"That's true. Then cut off your finger."

The ghost nodded, threw the triangular spur aside, and took out his fighting knife.

Then he grabbed Aidid's left hand, pressed it on the table and chopped it off with a knife.

Without blinking an eye, quickly and decisively!

Poof!

Five fingers were cut off at the root, and blood splattered.

Ahhh!!!

Aidid instantly let out a scream like a slaughtering pig, and his body struggled desperately to get out of control.

The two big black men, both muscular and round-waisted, held him down tightly to prevent him from moving.

The screams continued!

Siad's eyelids twitched when he saw it, and he couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

Fortunately, I made a wise choice, otherwise I would have ended up like Aidid.

How terrible!

He touched his fingers and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Aidid, can you speak now?"

"Say...shit!" Despite the pain, Aidid was still stubborn.

"Hey, why bother."

The ghost sighed and said: "Give him a Golden Rooster Independence."

The two big black men understood this and immediately covered Aidid's eyes with a towel, then tied them tightly with tape, cuffed his hands behind his back, and tied the handcuff chains between his wrists at one end of the rope.

Hang the other end high so that your feet are just touching the ground.

At this moment, Aidid suddenly felt the tearing pain of dislocating his arms.

Plus the left hand that keeps bleeding.

Now Aidid looks pale, with beads of cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, and his body can't help but tremble...

"Mr. Aidid, can we have a talk now?" Ghost moved a chair, sat in front of Aidid, and asked.

"Jiliguala..." Aidid spat out a piece of Aboriginal language at the ghost, which was a bit incomprehensible.

"??"

The ghost was slightly startled and looked at Siad who was watching the show.

The meaning is self-evident!
To be continued...