It's hard.

He's a dry agent.

Dewey couldn't help laughing, sat down across from him, and said, "Don't worry, I'm not going to ask you anything." ”

Don't ask anything?

The barber didn't believe his ears and looked at Dewey with a sigh of relief.

"Don't look at it, you heard it right, I know that you blackwater are all iron-beaten men, and if you ask, it's useless to ask, it's better to-" Dewey smiled and pulled out his pistol, "Just kill it and save trouble." ”

Thousands of alpacas run wildly in the barber's heart.

Nima, don't wake me up!

Why didn't you ask me anything?

Wouldn't it be good to kill me directly, and I won't hurt if you save trouble......

Dewey took out the muffler again, slowly screwed it on the muzzle, and when it was done, he took out an empty magazine and began to stuff bullets into it one by one.

The more he did this, the more panicked the barber became, and hurriedly shouted, "Wait a minute, why are you on such bullets?" ”

"Because my marksmanship is not very good," Dewey seemed to suddenly remember something, and reached out and pulled the towel on the chair, "By the way, you don't say that I forgot, I have to shut your mouth, so that you don't have to scream again if you don't kill you with one shot." ”

The barber also reacted: "yes, why didn't I call it?" ”

He hurriedly opened his mouth to call for help, but Dewey was much faster than him, and he just opened his mouth and stuffed the towel in.

"Woo woo woo ......"

The barber couldn't shout anything, only whining.

Dewey sat back down and continued to load the bullet, not even looking at the barber.

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is the waiting for death.

The sound of clicking up was like the steps of death to the barber's ears, and drops of cold sweat poured out of his forehead at a speed visible to the naked eye, mixing into larger droplets of sweat and sliding down.

With one last click, Dewey finally filled the magazine, shoved it into his pistol, and pointed the muzzle at the barber.

However, the muzzle of the gun was not pointed at the barber's head, but at his right shoulder.

This is not a lethal part, even if you take a shot, you will not die, it will only increase the pain.

If it weren't for the gagged mouth, the barber would have wanted to scold.

Go to Nima's marksmanship is not accurate!

You don't plan to hit the horse!

Killing!

This is the torture of Chiguoguo!

The barber twisted his body to avoid the muzzle of the gun, whimpered incessantly, shook his head desperately, and used his eyes to convey to Dewey what he wanted to say.

"Look like you still have a last word?"

Dewey put the gun back and tilted his head to look at the barber: "For humanitarian reasons, I should have asked you to leave your last words." But what if I take your towel off and you scream? ”

"Woo woo woo ......" the barber shook his head desperately, indicating that he would not shout.

Dewey pretended to be silent for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll give you a chance to leave a last word." ”

He went over and took down the towel that was covering the barber's mouth, and the barber gasped twice, then hurriedly said, "You are torture!" Don't you Huaxia people treat captives preferentially? You can't be ......."

Syllable!

Dewey stuffed the towel back and shook his head regretfully: "I asked you to leave your last words, not to listen to you say these nonsense, since you don't cherish it, forget it." Oh yes, Huaxia does give preferential treatment to prisoners, but preferential treatment is given to prisoners who are willing to cooperate with us, people like you who don't ask anything, I'm sorry, not among our preferential treatment. ”

"Woo woo woo ......" the barber once again said that he had something to say, and his eyes were red with so much anxiety.

"You still have something to say, then I'll give you another chance, I hope you don't waste it." Dewey took the towel down again.

The barber's tears flowed down his cheeks and he shouted at Dewey, "Did you ask me?" You don't ask anything, how do you know I'm not cooperative? ”

"You didn't say it yourself, I don't want to get a little bit of information from you." Dewey said.

"Then you should try it too? If you don't try, how do you know I won't tell? The barber cried.

"Makes sense, I should try," Dewey nodded, "Then I ask you, where is Deno?" ”

"I don't know where he is."

As soon as the barber's voice fell, he saw Dewey's eyebrows raised, and hurriedly added: "I really don't know, I want to know and take Jereman to find it, will I stay here?" And I'm just the lowest level of liaison, so I really can't get access to that level of intelligence. ”

"It seems that you really don't know," Dewey nodded seriously, "since you don't know anything, it's useless to keep you." ”

"Don't don't, I don't know everything, I know who has news of Deno, as long as you don't nail me, I'll tell you everything." The barber snapped.

"Really? You didn't mean to shake me, did you? Dewey looked at him with a non-smiling smile.

"I didn't, and I don't dare." The barber cried out.

"But how do you make me believe you? The contrast between your performance now and what you did just now is too great. Dewey said.

The barber said aggrievedly: "I, I, I thought I could be brave, but when death really came, I realized that living is the best thing." If you don't believe me, you can take me with you and make sure the information I provide is correct before releasing me. ”

"You actually took the initiative to be a hostage, it seems that you are indeed very sincere, then I have to think about it." Dewey said with his chin pinched.

"I can't help it, as long as the news of my rebellion spreads, I will die, and I can still save my life with you."

The barber looked really afraid of death, and directly stated his reasons, and felt that the weight was a little insufficient, and added: "Also, although I don't know Deno, they are both engaged in intelligence, and they have some common language with each other. And I've also gotten information about him from my superiors, and I know him a little bit, so I can help persuade him to serve you when you find Deno. With my role model, he will definitely let down his guard and cooperate with you. ”

Hearing his sincere words, Dewey finally nodded: "What you said is getting more and more reasonable, and I am reluctant to kill you." ”

"Sir, you will find that your decision is correct, and it is definitely more valuable to keep me than to kill me," the barber long breathed a sigh of relief, "I swear in the name of God that I will never tell you half a lie, and everything I know will tell you." ”

"Well, I promise you, first of all you should tell me what your name is?" Dewey asked.

"My name is Flanders." The barber replied.

"And who should I go to for news of Deno?" Dewey asked again.

"Well, can you let me go first?" Flander asked tentatively.

"Of course." Dewey untied the rope.

Flander got up and moved his limbs a few times, neither running away nor resisting, and said: "Sir, if you want to know the information of Deno, you can only go to Schubert, he is the person in charge of investigating the intelligence of Deno, he lives at 791 Quintin Street, and before anyone knows that I have defected, we will go to him now." ”

"That makes sense, we'll go to him now, but I'll have to touch up my makeup first, you just made all of my makeup." Dewey said unhappily.

Flanders immediately said ashamedly: "Sir, I'm sorry for that, I ...... at the time"

"Alright, don't talk about those useless ones, you should have camouflage paint here, bring me some." Dewey interrupted him.

"Wait a minute, I'll bring it at once, oh, sir, why don't you come with me?"

Flander took the initiative to invite Dewey to follow, which was self-explanatory, of course, to avoid arousing his suspicion.

Dewey nodded and asked, "Where?" ”

"This way."

Flanders led Dewey to a cabinet full of hair dye, took out the top two bottles of hair dye, and didn't dare to mess with it under Dewey's nose.

"I don't have any ready-made ones here, I need to mix them according to your camouflaged skin color, please wait."

"Okay, you can mix it now, but don't match the wrong color." Dewey said.

"Sir, rest assured, this is my specialty, and I guarantee that I have the same color as you." Flander said.

He mixed the color in front of Dewey, and deliberately painted some on his forearm, on the one hand, to contrast with Dewey's camouflaged complexion, and on the other hand, to avoid suspicion and prove that this thing is safe and non-toxic.

"You are careful enough, it seems that Heishui does not pay attention to talents too much, and people who pay so much attention to details are actually just a low-level cannon fodder." Dewey sighed.

Flanders was also indignant and complained to Dewey: "Who says it's not, I've been working in Blackwater for more than ten years, and I haven't been promoted, in fact, I know it's because I have no background and only deserve to be low-level cannon fodder." ”

"I've heard for a long time that Blackwater has a strong bureaucratic atmosphere, but I didn't expect it to be like this, it's really unimaginable. You don't have to worry, when the matter is over, if you choose to go to Huaxia, we will definitely give you enough space to show your talents. Dewey said.

"Can I go to the Hidden Dragon? Thank you so much! Flanders thanked him without saying anything, "By the way, sir, may I know your name?" ”

"My name is Dewey, and you've probably heard of me from Jeriman." Dewey replied without hesitation.

"So you're Dewey! You're so famous inside Blackwater that everyone knows that you defeated Jeriman and nearly wiped him out. Really Mr. Du, don't look at us as not belonging to the same front, but in fact, there are many people in Blackwater who regard you as idols, and I am one of them. Flander exclaimed.

"Hehe, it's all a false name," Dewey waved his hand absently, "Alright, give me a make-up." ”

"This is not a false name, what I said is the truth, you Chinese people are so modest," Flander slapped the sycophant twice, "Mr. Du, please sit down, I will disguise you." ”