Locke didn't even look at it and said, "I told you." This guy is dead, you guys killed him. ”

"Huh." The old guy smiled and said, "I think you're mistaken. Could you please take a closer look, huh? Take a look at the photos. I'm talking about this one. The one in the corner of the photo, half-bodyed. See? The old guy said as he put the picture in front of Locke's eyes.

Despite this, Locke still didn't focus on the old guy's former team members. The old guy smiled, and he was not in a hurry, let alone angry. He shook his head and said, "Don't want to see it?" Mr. Locke, you know what? In fact, sometimes complete non-cooperation is also an answer. Why don't you want to watch it? I think it's not difficult to guess the reason, you are afraid that your gaze will betray you in an instant, and it is said that the eyes are the windows of the soul, and the most difficult to disguise are the eyes. You can control your face without any expressions at all, but you can't control your pupils and eyes. Hehe. The old guy said and smiled, "Am I right?" Mr. Locke? ”

"Say whatever you want. This gentleman. All I can say is that I know and tell you. As for the rest. I do not know. Locke said calmly.

"Good!" The old fellow complimented, "I admire you, Mr. Locke." Sometimes, though, your judgment may not be accurate. For example, in this case, you can look at Mr. Kutcher. You're not going to tell me you don't even know him, are you? It would be too boring if that were the case. ”

Locke glanced at Kutcher in his chair and retracted his gaze, his expression full of disdain. Kutcher looked at Locke with a relaxed expression, "I don't know why you look at me like that. Actually, I didn't tell them exactly where you were. And you're here right now, and I don't think you're qualified to put that expression on me. As far as I know, there are only four people who have come to you, and you have six or seven people under you, right? As a result, you showed up here, which means that you were defeated by an opponent who was half as manlong as you was, and you were captured alive. I think that look should have been on my face and not yours. ”

"Huh." The old guy nodded and smiled, "yes." I wonder if you did that raid before. It feels like it's all about two people. ”

Locke didn't speak, and sat against the wall with a blank face. The old guy looked down at him, "You can see we didn't do anything to Mr. Kutcher. I know a lot of theories out there about our mistreatment of prisoners, each more cruel than the other, but I tell you... Those are ... It's true. Hahahaha" The old guy burst out laughing. The laughter was so loud that Locke was startled. In fact, Locke's casualness was pretended, he was actually very nervous, and his brain was running rapidly. I don't believe that a person can really sit still in such a situation and think about nothing. People with such big hearts probably don't have it, and even if they do, they won't do it.

"Of course ... I never believed that. I think interrogation is an art, like I said earlier, it's an ancient art. Relying on torture, all kinds of torture, is not interesting at all. It felt like a boxing match where an adult was beating a half-year-old child. The old guy said and looked at Locke, "I'm still willing to have an exchange. Language exchange. And not physically. You can lie to me, make up all sorts of clever lies, make them up in a split second, and tell them very logically. It seems to me that it is like a wonderful drama, and not only will I not take revenge on you in anger, but I will praise it, and it will be the kind of admiration that comes from the heart. ”

"Huh." Locke smiled and said, "Do you old spies have special habits?" None of them are normal. ”

"Oh?" The old guy smiled, "Do you know any other abnormal old guys?" ”

Locke smiled and began to be silent again. The old guy spread his hands, "Look, we just got off to a good start. The old fellow said, pulling a chair and sitting down in front of Locke, "I'll tell you something. Before I say that, I want to confirm with you, do you have a move tomorrow? Joint actions against the transfer of Mr. Kutcher to the Russian side? ”

Locke continued to look to the side and did not speak. The old fellow continued, "Silence is a tacit acquiescence. Then I'll move on, this action ... It's a trap I created. Hey, hey, hey. The old fellow smiled sinisterly, "A trap." He said and gestured to Semolov to the side, "This is the helper I called." If you look at him, you should know that I'm not lying. We should have something to know about your dealings. I've called in a lot of helpers, and I've dug a big pit ready to bury you all

Finish. Hahaha. ”

The old guy's words obviously touched Locke. Because his facial expression has changed, although it is not big, it can be seen that Locke is deliberately controlling the uneasiness and fluctuations in his heart.

The old guy laughed and said, "I think we'll catch more of your guys then." Hehe. There are a group of people who are different from you in that they have entered the country through regular means, such as the one who is dead in this photo, and the one you have been pretending not to see. I guess I'll have a chance to meet them tomorrow, right? Probably not all, but at least some of it. I guess there's a good chance we'll be able to catch some, right? Hehe, that's what I expected and how I planned it. Tomorrow I have mustered almost all the forces and men I can muster, Mr. Locke, do you think I have any hope of succeeding? I mean catch one or two worthy people. ”

Locke still didn't speak, didn't even look at the old fellow. So the old fellow then spoke: "Then the guy who has been captured will be as untalkative as you, Mr. Locke?" Maybe he'll be a communicative person. I like people who love to communicate, and sometimes it's funny to talk back and forth, even if it's bad. And then I don't think I have time to look after you anymore. Then you can only communicate with people who don't like to talk much. Hehe. I hope that when the time comes, you will be able to hold on to it, say nothing, grit your teeth, and look at it again. Even if the rest of your colleagues we've caught have already finished telling what they know and what they don't know, you're still pretending you don't know anything. He has seen all kinds of torture and torture methods rumored outside. Then... What do you think you'll have left? Would you rather die than give in to your prestige? Or is it a negative lesson that makes your colleagues who choose to work together feel happy? ”