Chapter five hundred and seventy-two is not a friend
Various factors have contributed to the current situation where whoever has air superiority can do whatever they want. Although this situation will soon be broken by both sides once again paying attention to air defense, now, in this extremely critical battle, the cleaners have lost.
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The helicopter landed, directly on the ground. There was no need to rappel because the ground had completely lost its ability to resist.
Ram jumped out of the helicopter again. The ones who jumped out before him were Li Jinfang and Irene. A total of three people quickly ran towards the off-road vehicle that was completely ignored.
It was really difficult to move with his hands locked behind his back. Murphy squirmed out of the car with difficulty, turned over with difficulty, and climbed out of the car with difficulty. Then when his feet touched the ground and he was about to stand up,
His arm was supported and pulled up.
Ram held the gun in both hands and placed it across his chest, so he just nodded to Murphy and smiled: "Hi, Murphy, long time no see, I recognized you from the helicopter just now.
Yes, your bald head is very bright."
Li Jinfang pushed Murphy aside, and then he opened the passenger door. Gongyang glanced inside and saw a man with his head tilted, his right hand holding a gun resting on his chest, and the seat cushions were all covered with
It's blood.
He committed suicide by swallowing a gun. It's a pity that he couldn't be caught alive.
Ram Yang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Murphy, your situation doesn't seem to be very good, so who is this guy?"
Murphy stood up straight, staring at the ram without saying a word.
"What's wrong? Old friends don't even want to say a word when we meet?"
Murphy stared at the ram for a moment, and then he said coldly: "I am in this situation because they think I colluded with you. This guy's name is Thompson. He is a man in gray with a great background and a very important position. But
He died and committed suicide. It was me who repeatedly provoked him, so he committed suicide."
The male sheep pursed his lips like a child. After a moment of silence, he exhaled and said, "What a pity."
Murphy shook his head, took a deep breath, and said, "Stop talking nonsense and do what you have to do. I don't know if I can hold on without saying anything under the hands of the Black Devil, but I want to try."
The male sheep shrugged and said: "Black Devil..."
Gongyang didn't finish his words, because what he said casually may become extremely important information in the eyes of the enemy, so even in this case, he would not say anything nonsense. This is a man who knows the importance of confidentiality.
The basic qualities that people possess.
The male sheep was very emotional, and he whispered: "Then you think that I am an enemy, and I will let the black devil entertain you, right?"
Murphy said coldly: "Isn't it?"
At this moment, Li Jinfang shouted to Gongyang: "Safe!"
Ram finally dropped the rifle he had always held in his hand, and then he said to Murphy: "I really didn't know you were in Malakal, otherwise, I would be very sad, because I have always regarded you as a friend.
Yes, ever since you told me to leave the big city and take Elena with you to a deserted place to live the rest of your life, I have always regarded you as a true friend."
Murphy turned his head to the side and whispered: "I just don't want to...it's nothing. I didn't expect you to do better. Not only did you find a safe place for yourself, you also brought everyone with you, sir."
Sheep, we are enemies after all, and we are the kind that cannot be changed."
The ram was silent for a moment, then he raised his head and said, "Then what should I do? What do you want me to do?"
Murphy said solemnly: "I hope you can kill me, shoot me to death, but I don't know if you are willing. If it were me, I would definitely not be willing. I would torture you over and over again."
Again, until you tell everything you know, well, at this point, I shouldn’t have any more extravagant hopes.”
Murphy looked at Thompson in the passenger seat, and then he said angrily: "This damn idiot, he ruined everything, and he also knew that I never sold you any information, so he quickly and neatly
He committed suicide but refused to give me a shot first."
Gongyang smiled bitterly and said: "I am only good at convincing people with a gun. Well, it seems I have to talk to you with someone else."
Is there anything to talk about with Murphy? Actually, no. Gong Yang is not cruel enough and his hands are not strong enough. He doesn't want to kill Murphy, but he also knows that he can't talk to Murphy.
But fortunately, the Rams have a good candidate.
Ram said softly on the intercom: "No. 13, I think it's better for you to talk to Murphy."
Murphy's eyes widened instantly, and then another helicopter began to land, finally stopping next to him.
A thin and small man got off the plane. He walked directly to Murphy and whispered, "I'm very busy, I'll leave it to you. Besides..."
Gongyang whispered in No. 13's ear: "I owe him a big favor. If you really can't help it, kill him, but don't torture him."
Gongyang looked back at Murphy. He didn't say anything else. He just waved his hand and ran quickly into the darkness with Li Jinfang and Irene.
Now only Murphy and No. 13 were left. The two looked at each other quietly. Then, Murphy couldn't help but speak first, because he knew that if they just looked at each other like this, No. 13 would be able to fight him.
Until tomorrow morning, I won't blink an eye.
"You look better."
No. 13 remained motionless and silent.
Murphy raised his head, and said helplessly: "Being stared at like this by a perverted killer like you, even I would feel a strong sense of oppression. Okay, what do you want to say? Or what do you want to do?
"
No. 13 took a step forward, and a small blade appeared on his fingertips. Murphy smiled and said, "Thank you."
The blade began to fly back and forth between No. 13's fingers, but No. 13 did not use his blade.
Finally, Murphy couldn't help but said: "What do you want to do?"
The blade was in his right hand, and No. 13 suddenly stretched out his left hand and slapped Murphy hard on the face.
Murphy was stunned for a moment, and then he said angrily: "What are you doing!"
No. 13 still refused to say anything. He stretched out his hand and slapped Murphy hard on the top of the head again.
Murphy said angrily: "Fake! You know I hate people hitting me on the head the most!"
No. 13 slapped Murphy hard on the head again. Because he was much shorter than Murphy, the slap was not easy for him.
Murphy roared: "Stop! You damn..."
No. 13 took a step forward, and slapped Murphy's bald head hard again.
"What on earth do you want to do! Just talk!"
Chapter completed!