With a gloomy face, Tang Guoming sat upright on a DIY version of the Taishi chair with Chinese characteristics, staring at several prisoners who were tied to the chair with their hands tied up on them.

Almost exactly in line with Gu Weisu's judgment, the four targets who had been sitting in the room smoking and drinking were all officers with the ranks of lieutenant or second lieutenant. Perhaps it was rare to see fine wine and delicacies on weekdays. These officers all filled the Chinese spirits they had robbed. Even without a prisoner-type shock bomb, the consciousness of these officers was no longer sober. Even after being tied to a chair, these officers did not have much fear in their eyes, but instead felt like they were a drunk who was unique to being stingy?

Looking back at Pan Guan who hurried into the room, Tang Guoming asked in a low voice: "What's the situation in the basement?"

Shaking his head at Tang Guoming, Pan Guan replied in a stern voice: "There is no one in the basement, there are only some stored daily necessities!"

Nodding slightly, Tang Guoming said to Pan Guan again: "Let Harbala move faster, we need to confess simultaneously!"

Pan Guan: "Do not care about means?"

There was a clear sense of coldness in the voice, and Tang Guoming shouted in a deep voice: "Compared with the lives of nineteen Chinese people, some things can be ignored!"

Seeing Pan Guan leading the order, Tang Guoming glanced at the faces of the four prisoners in front of him, and took a big step forward, and suddenly squatted in front of the lieutenant closest to him. His right hand quickly found a steel thorn with a dark light from the dark pocket between the trousers, and pressed the steel thorn in his hand against the lieutenant's throat: "What is the identity?"

Obviously still immersed in the silence caused by alcohol. The second lieutenant, who was pushed by Tang Guoming with steel spikes, stared at Tang Guoming with a wide eyelid, as if he was carefully observing the camouflage oil-colored patterns on Tang Guoming's face, and his mouth was full of unconscious silly laughter.

With a slight force on his wrist, the steel spike in Tang Guoming's hand immediately pierced the throat of the lieutenant in front of him, and straightened his cervical spine!

Without even looking, his eyes suddenly turned pale, and his whole person suddenly fell to the ground with the chair. He kept bent and straightening his body like a fish struggling after coming out of the water, but there was a second lieutenant who could not make any sound. Tang Guoming stood up and took a step, squatting in front of another second lieutenant again: "What is the identity?"

He witnessed his companion screaming loudly, but blood was accompanied by the throat, which was a very strange rustling of bellows. Another lieutenant whose throat was hit by Tang Guoming with a steel spike was widened in horror, and opened his voice and shouted a series of tribal languages ​​that Tang Guoming could not understand at all.

With a cold snorted for a while, Tang Guoming repeated the force of his wrist without hesitation, and pierced the steel pierce into the target's throat, quickly causing the second lieutenant to fall to the ground and twisted his body in pain and struggled, but he could not make any sound.

In a blink of an eye, he looked at the officer in the uniform of a lieutenant tied beside him. Tang Guoming seemed to have not seen two struggling bodies twisting beside him, and squatted in front of the lieutenant with blood in his eyes and fierce expressions as mechanically: "What is the identity?"

Perhaps it was really aroused by the tragic situation of alcohol and companions that the fierce aura in his heart. The lieutenant stared at Tang Guoming with angrily eyes widened, and two English words appeared in his mouth: "FUCK YOU!"

Nodding slightly, Tang Guoming stabbed the lieutenant's throat with steel without hesitation: "I like tough guys like you!"

Seeing the three companions hesitate or disrespectful, Tang Guoming ruthlessly stabbed the steel thorn into the throat. The only lieutenant was immediately scared and awakened completely. Without waiting for Tang Guoming who was squatting in front of him, the remaining lieutenant had already opened his voice and shouted at Tang Guoming who pushed the steel thorn into his throat: "Kirke! My name is Kirk! It's affiliated with the United Emirates Guard Brigade of Bissau! Please...I say everything... Please... Please..."

After a little restrained, Tang Guoming stared at the frightened lieutenant's eyes full of horror: "Within three seconds after I asked the question, if you fail to give me a satisfactory answer, you will immediately go and be your three accompanies! Understand?"

He nodded slightly in panic, and the lieutenant's tone was full of pleading: "I will tell you everything I know-to do my best to explain it clearly! Please do not cut my throat!"

Nodding slightly, Tang Guoming asked quickly, "Just a few hours ago, there were more than a dozen Chinese living here. But now they are missing - have you cut their throats?"

His head shook like a rattle, and the lieutenant shouted out with all his strength: "No! I have never done such a thing! In fact, I have never seen them at all. They were no longer here before my platoon entered!"

It seemed that because of hearing the correct answer, Tang Guoming's tone was much more kind, but his eyes were staring at any of the tiny expressions on the lieutenant's face: "You did not kill people by yourself, which does not mean that your accomplices did not kill people. Please explain who killed them? If you introduce them clearly, I can consider just tied you up and threw them into the basement, and then let you obey God's will, so that he will decide whether to send someone else to rescue you and not let you die of thirst and starve. Maybe you are lucky, and your other accomplices will also come to find some stolen goods, and then find you?"

Hearing Tang Guoming's tone became relatively kind, but the terrified look on the lieutenant's face was not diminished at all: "No! Sir! I mean, they had left before my platoon entered! I had never seen them!"

Shaking his head without comment, Tang Guoming continued, "I don't think you have the good habit of burying the body after killing people. At least I didn't see their bodies, so I can believe your words. Then... why do you attack this farm? Answer immediately!"

There was no room for thinking at all, the lieutenant blurted out: "We just want to rob - within a few hundred kilometers of this nearby, only these farms have good things worth our hands on! Wine, meat, clothes... Our tribe lacks these things, so we... "

With his eyes narrowed, Tang Guoming looked like a tiger looking at the prey that was about to be torn to pieces by his sharp claws: "Since you have such a strong desire to demand, why aren't you the first people to patronize this farm?"

Swallowing hard, the lieutenant sweated all over his body, exuding a disgusting sour smell: "We are waiting for the orders of the elders of the tribe! There are four tribes on this large area of ​​land, Karira, Taden, Bister and Orefen. Every time the division of the hunting area is decided, it must be decided by the elders of the tribe. Otherwise, it will cause wars between tribes...a cruel war!"

His eyes passed over the lieutenant's shoulders, and Tang Guoming looked at the messy room with murderous intent in his eyes: "So... these farms and the Chinese on the farm are just your prey? Am I right? Who is the first to attack this farm?"

He clearly felt the murderous intent emitted by Tang Guoming, and the lieutenant's pupils almost shrank to the size of a needle point: "It's not us! We are members of the Karila tribe, and the first people who launched the attack must be from the Bister tribe... They were the first to start!"
Chapter completed!