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Lawless Zone 221 Interrogation

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    "These are the contents of the letter. Do you think the two contacts mentioned in this letter are Shen Fei and Hong Zhi?"

    In the small room where camel feed was stored, He An took a few sips of the camel milk he had just bought from the street, swallowed the wheat cake that almost made him choke and rolled his eyes, and said to the ghost who frowned at the translator:  "Do you want to wake this guy up and ask?"

    "It shouldn't be such a coincidence."

    The ghost carefully read the text in the translator twice, and his tone was quite puzzled.  Just now, she was waiting at the entrance to the city when she suddenly received a message from He An, asking her to come to the backyard of the hotel.  Originally, the ghost was very angry with He An running around, but when He An said that he found something that might be related to Shen Fei and the two of them, the ghost rushed here as quickly as possible.

    "Perhaps this time a blind cat meets a dead mouse, and the two people in the letter are really Shen Fei and the others. Isn't there a saying that no coincidence can make a book."

    He An heard that the ghost's voice was hoarse than before. He handed her the clay pot in his hand and said, "Drink something first. I'll wake this guy up and ask him."

    The ghost took the khaki jar handed over by He An, sniffed the milky white liquid inside and said, "What is this? It has a fishy smell, is it milk?"

    He An clicked his lips, pointed to the wheat cake in the basket next to him and said, "While you were not here, I went to buy camel milk and flatbread on the street. Although it doesn't smell very good, it still tastes good when eaten together.  Not bad. And I can guarantee that there is absolutely no melamine in it - I saw the man squeeze it out with my own eyes."

    The ghost who wrinkled his nose and took a sip of camel milk heard this and asked curiously: "Bought it? How did you get the money?"

    He An waved his hand and said, "Why do you care so much? If the people mentioned in this letter are really Shen Fei and the others, then they will probably be there soon. They need to eat quickly before they have the strength to work."

    The ghost just asked out of curiosity. After hearing what He An said, he stopped asking and concentrated on dealing with the hard wheat cake in his hand.  When He An was searching the man's body just now, in addition to the letter, there was also the hotel room key and a small scimitar.  Of course, what made him more happy among all the things was the dozen U.S. dollars he found. As an international currency, it was not surprising to He An that a desert man had U.S. dollars on his body.  Anyway, he also knew that this man was not a good person, so He An would not feel any psychological burden if he used his money to solve his urgent needs.

    Walking to the man lying in the haystack, He An first cut out a few strips of cloth from his robe and tied his hands and feet firmly.  Without being polite to him, he directly picked up his hand and slapped the man's big ears.  As a trace of bright red nosebleed flowed from his nostrils, the man finally woke up from the pain.

    This man may not have reacted from the chaotic state of his brain. He stayed for a few seconds before trying to stand up, but then he discovered something very bad - his hands and feet were tied!

    The man was struggling while observing his surroundings. He immediately spotted He An squatting not far from him. He was stunned for a moment and then shouted in Pashto: "It's you?!"

    The language translator instantly translated the sentence into Chinese for He An, and He An was not surprised to hear that the other party recognized him.  After all, when the woman gave him the note just now, this man had a brief exchange with He An.  Although He An covered his face with a desert robe then and now, there is no mistaking him just by looking at his clothes.

    "For your own safety, I think you should lower your voice a little bit." He made a shushing gesture, and He An smiled slightly and said: "It seems that your memory is very good, that's me.  .¡±

    After the translator's two-way translation function translated He An's words into Pashto, the man's face showed an angry look and then softened. He said to He An in a lower voice than before: "Excuse me, sir, what are you doing?  What do you mean, I guess we didn¡¯t know each other before.¡±

    He An was surprised that the man could adjust his mentality in such a short period of time, and was secretly wary of him.  He An stretched out a finger and waved it in front of the man's eyes. He An smiled and said, "Of course I don't know you, and I'm not interested in knowing your name. But I think you should understand why I caught you here."

    The man said in a stiff tone: "Sir, is the custom of treating guests there to knock people unconscious first, then tie them up and throw them into the haystack?"

    "I'm very pressed for time, and I don't have time to talk to you in circles." He An put away the smile on his face, looked at the man and said coldly: "Tell me, who is the woman you are holding, and the person you are interacting with?  Whose last name is it?"

    The man was impatient and just about to say something, He An's clenched hand loosened in front of the man's eyes, and a pile of gun parts jingled from his hand.??On the ground.  Stretching out two fingers to twist the trigger on the ground, He An put it in front of the man and said, "Don't fool me with what you just said. If I take my sister to the hospital, I won't hide a murder weapon on my body.  arms."

    Seeing that his gun had been dismantled into parts by the other party, the man did not show much panic, but sternly threatened: "By God, you will definitely regret everything you have done now!"

    "wrong answer!"

    He An threw away the trigger in his hand, grabbed the sharp scimitar he had found, and pointed it at the man: "I'll give you another chance. Who are the two Chinese people who want to meet you, and who are the so-called goods?"  What. You can remain silent or keep talking nonsense, or I can cut off one or two of your fingers depending on your mood - give you ten seconds to think about it."

    Originally, He An thought that if he threatened the other party, this man should have some kind of reaction.  But I didn't expect that as soon as he finished speaking, the man simply closed his eyes and looked like he wanted to kill you or cut you into pieces.

    Just when He Anxin was worried and really wanted to make the other party suffer, he heard the ghost come over and asked: "Did you ask something?"

    He An shook his head: "This bastard has a mouth as tough as a duck's. He won't eat anything soft or hard."

    "Really." The ghost thought for a moment and said to He An: "I have a medicine here that can produce psychedelic effects in people, and it can answer all questions. Although it takes effect for a short time, it does not last long.  , and the dose I brought this time was not large. It would be fine if the two Chinese people mentioned in the letter were really Shen Fei, but if not, wouldn't it be inappropriate to do so?"

    "You have quite a lot of miscellaneous medicines on you."

    He An first sighed, and then encouraged the ghost: "How could it be inappropriate? Although this is Afghanistan, people who carry guns at all times are good people? And Shen Fei and the others will be there at any time. While there is still time, hurry up and  Use the medicine for this guy. Even if the Chinese they mentioned in the letter are not Shen Fei and Hong Zhi, it still involves Chinese people after all. Maybe we can also figure out a cross-border fire and drug smuggling case. How much does it cost?  It¡¯s considered our duty.¡±

    After thinking for a moment, Ghost thought that what He An said made sense. He nodded and said, "Okay, originally, the boss wanted me to give this medicine to Shen Fei."

    While the two were talking, the ghost had already popped out a very thin needle from the arm of the nanosuit.  Seeing the ghost walking up to him, the man shouted with wide eyes: "By God, you will regret it! Wuwuwu"

    He An, who reached out to cover the man's mouth, winked at the ghost, who nodded slightly.  The next second, the ghost had already aimed the needle tip at the artery in the neck of the struggling man, and stabbed it in with extremely precise precision!

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