Of course, Scott understood the joke and replied humorously: "But we have to come one by one, we can't go together, haha."

"That's right, haha." Mukhtar also laughed.

"You're funny, Mukhtar."

Scott gave a thumbs up to praise, then patted the roof of the car and said, "You have touched me successfully. Can I test drive it?"

"Of course, please."

Mukhtar enthusiastically opened the main driver's door, then walked around to the other side and sat in the co-pilot, and continued to brag: "I'm telling you seriously, my friend, this car will definitely be the safest car you have ever driven."

"Oh? Why do you say that."

Scott joked while wearing his seat belt: "Is it because it's a metal body?"

"Ha ha."

Mukhtar was amused, and without a direct answer, he asked back, "Do you have children now?"

"My fiancée and I are considering it, but I am still a little childish."

Scott continued to talk nonsense, his hands flipped around.

He easily found the key to this car on the passenger's visor. He used to put the keys in these places in second-hand car dealers in European and American countries.

"Do you want to test drive? I can arrange a salesperson to accompany you."

Mukhtar had just said halfway, when the rear side door was suddenly opened from outside, and a huge burly man was stuffed in.

This person is Long Zhan.

"No need to call anymore, I'm just accompanying you." Long Zhan said, grabbing Mukhtar's shoulder with one hand.

"What are you doing?"

Mukhtar was frightened by Long Zhan's burly. He wanted to open the car door but found that the hands on his shoulder were like iron pliers, pressing him down and unable to move at all.

"The test drive has begun."

Scott grinned, started the car and rushed out.

However, just when Long Zhan and Scott used a sub-scheming to successfully take away the target character Mukhtar, a van parked on the side of the road also moved.

Followed up all the way.

...

In the scrap factory.

Locke was not buried alive immediately, and was shot into a sieve by guns, but was taken into the right side of the factory, covering an area of ​​more than 1,000 square meters, tied to the load-bearing cement column with thick and hard ropes.

It's very lively here.

You can see dozens of militants using equipment to modify various items, mainly modified vehicles.

"According to a man named Gray in Beirut, someone wants NATO intelligence, but every base and facility is fully on guard, and you can't do it."

Lock seemed to have guessed where McCanna and the others were going to attack, so he deliberately used words to stimulate him.

Want to verify the correctness of the guess!

"What about NATO's network center?"

Sure enough, someone fell into the trap. The leader of the Arabs asked a question. This question was actually the answer, which was equivalent to telling Locke where the attack was.

McCanna is much smarter in this regard, and you can tell at a glance that she has been trapped.

He scolded angrily: "Are you a fool? How much more information do you want to reveal to him?"

"He is going to die anyway, so what else do you know?" the Arab leader said indifferently.

"So what do you want? Logistics data, base operation details?" Rock asked.

It's also a cliché.

Regardless of whether you can go out alive in the end, find a way to get information in your mind first. If you can go out, you will make a lot of money.

Neither McCanna nor the Arab leader spoke, Locke then said: "I'm sorry, you are unlucky. I have issued an order to make changes and upgrades to the access agreement. You can't get in at all."

“What is the new agreement?”

The Arab leader immediately raised his rifle and pointed it at Locke's head.

"As for the current situation, I don't need to say it."

Locke adds his bargaining chips to himself. As long as he still has value now, he will not be killed by the other party, and the higher the value, the higher the probability of living.

"Yes, so..."

The Arab leader agreed with Locke that he would not kill him until he got the information, but he wanted to get along with him in his way.

A dagger taken out from his waist slowly walked to Locke.

First, he stabbed Locke's gun hole with his right index finger. The pain made Locke's face turn white and sweating. However, he was a tough guy, and he bit him without screaming and begging for mercy.

Seeing that he was so tough, the Arab leader decided to take some more ruthless tricks.

He put the knife down Colonel Locke's chest and prepared to open a few holes on him to bleed, or cut some meat down to reduce weight.

Let Colonel Locke feel what life is worse than death, and then pry his mouth open.

but.

"Wait, I have a better way."

Just as the Arab leader was about to take the knife, McCanna, who was beside him, suddenly made a sound and stopped him, walked to Locke less than half a meter away and said, "I was going to tell you when I was pulling the trigger. I know who killed your son."

Colonel Locke, who was originally prepared to die, had a desperate desire to die, had indeed changed his face when he heard this.

Colonel Locke's son was killed by terrorists, to be precise, by the IRA, which has always been a pain in his heart.

He also kept thinking about finding his son's enemy and avenge his son.

Now that I finally heard the news of Killing the enemy, how could he not let the waves stir up in his heart? No matter how stable his heart is, he is still here to break the defense.

Seeing that what she said was effective, Colonel Locke's eyes had changed and he had a chance to take advantage of.

She immediately continued: "As long as you tell us the new agreement, I will not only tell you the name, but also let you leave alive and take revenge."

I have to say.

McCanna's conditions are indeed very tempting, and it is a huge psychological test for Colonel Locke.

Colonel Locke was silent, and the scenes of his son appearing in his mind.

At that time, the three of them were about to go out to play. The son happily walked in front with the key and went to open the door. His wife walked in the middle and followed his son.

And he answered a call when he was about to come over from behind, but the other end of the phone was intimidating him.

Let him atone for his sins and compensate for his sins.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Colonel Locke realized something was wrong at this time, and Lian Wan wanted to ask his son not to get close to the car, but unfortunately it was too late and his son had already received the keys for the car.

The moment the car door opened, the whole car exploded into pieces.

The son was blown to death on the spot.

The complete corpse cannot be found.

Thinking of his son's death so miserably, Colonel Locke's guilt and anger could no longer control himself and all exerted the flames of revenge.

"Okay, you won."

In order to get the name of his enemy, Locke finally chose to surrender.

Choose to be a competent father.

The medicine smells of revenge on the son and wife.

"Twenty years have passed, your wound still hurts very much. I still remember your son's death. It seems that you are a qualified husband. Fortunately, your wife is still alive." McCana smiled proudly.

"I think it's better to use the word survivor. I can only be in a wheelchair with a sixth-degree burn on my body," Colonel Locke said in pain.

"That's really pitiful. Why do you call it? Indirect hurt?" McCanna smiled.

"Do you know who installed the bomb?" Locke didn't want to talk nonsense anymore and chose to go straight to the point.

"It's the same person as the maker," McCanna said.

"Only another bomb has the same characteristics, the same person can be used to." Locke asked, he was not that easy to deceive.

"I can tell you where to find him in the 1996 Canary Wharf bombing." McCanna gave the evidence.

"I don't believe you will let me go. As long as I say what you want, you will definitely kill me immediately. What's the point of knowing who it is?" Locke replied sane.

"Then do you want to know who I am?" McCanna asked tit-for-tat.

Locke didn't speak.

"Your son's death is all because of your identity and everything you do." McCanna wanted to induce and force Locke to say what he wanted.

"Whenever I close my eyes, I can not only see him, but also feel the breath he left on my neck, and the temperature he used to be. I once wanted to shoot every bastard involved, but..."

Locke seemed to be relieved and said in a calm tone: "Anthony is dead, France is dead, it is meaningless.
To be continued...