The smoke of Barrow Town slowly dissipated, and the peace of the past once again enveloped this quiet town. The wreckage on the street was quickly sorted out, and all the blood and corpses were treated. If it weren't for the shocking bullet marks that could be seen everywhere, I believe no one would believe that a war had just begun here.

The wind was whistling gently, and the residents of Barrow Town took to the streets again. Before the sky was dark, they continued to repeat their daily lives. Everything lost in this war will be paid by the Chinese government, so the locals, regardless of all walks of life, were as calm as if nothing had happened.

In a temporary camp outside the town, thousands of captured people were undergoing the final investigation by the local garrison. The injured were sent to the medical base, and the uninjured ones were honored to become one of the future workers in the town after the investigation. Their work will begin the next day.

On an independent open space in the base, next to a military tent that is not too large. More than a dozen special forces soldiers with bright eyes are guarding this place. No matter who is not allowed to approach within three meters without orders, it has become the only forbidden area in the base.

There are no facilities in the tent, after all, they were built in a hurry. It can be said to be extremely simple, so simple that there is only one chair. At this time, there was a person sitting on the chair, smoking leisurely with his legs raised.

Nighthawk was very relaxed, and he won a victory, and he planned a victory after so long. Whether it was inside or in his body, he had the right to relax.

In front of him, there were ten people kneeling in a row. Originally, everyone's eyes were filled with hatred, but under the "care of" by the special forces, these people only had the desire to die and no longer had the intention of threat. Except for one person, her eyes were still as fierce as a beast no matter when.

Nighthawk exhaled a puff of smoke and looked at the woman kneeling not far away through the smoke. Her hair floated on her shoulders, and her face had the unique beauty of Middle Eastern people. Her outline was clearly a rare beauty.

Unfortunately, this person is the second person in the Revenge Team that has been made by all terrorists. Her life is unclear, so everyone can only call her by the major general for the time being.

The major general kept staring at the Nighthawk with a look that could almost devour people. She wanted to roar and rush towards the Nighthawk many times, but she would be pressed to the ground by the tank standing behind her.

Nighthawk is not in a hurry. He wants to slowly watch the core character of the terrorist slowly lose his spirit and become depressed. What people fear the most is being neglected. Science shows that if a person is thrown into absolute darkness, without sound or light, most people will not be able to stand it and go crazy if they cannot survive a day.

Although there are light and sounds here, there is something more terrifying than darkness surrounding the heart of this female terrorist. That kind of fear is called death.

The most terrible thing is to ignore you, ignore death and torture a person's body and mind. You never know when the gunfire will sound, this is the most tormenting place.

After a long silence, the female terrorist who was called the Major General was indeed quiet. There was an uncontrollable fear in her eyes, and she wanted to make the last shot sound like crazy.

"What's your name!" The psychological warfare played a role. It was about ten minutes dark, and Nighthawk finally asked the first question.

The long silence was finally broken, and the major general trembled all over when he heard the nighthawk's voice. She raised her head suddenly, and there was a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

"I thought you were a mute, so these damn people were all mutes." The major general said with a sneer.

"The answer is wrong." Nighthawk said coldly, and immediately a gunshot rang out suddenly. The major general's whole body shook, including the rest of the terrorists here, all of them were shocked at this moment.

A strong smell of blood spread, and a special force soldier put away his pistol. At his feet, a terrorist from the Revenge Team fell into a pool of blood. He did not die, but had an extra bullet hole on his body, and blood was slowly flowing out of his body.

"Remember, you are only responsible for answering questions and are not qualified to talk about other topics with me. My subordinates all suggested to me not to waste time with you terrorists. Actually, I don't want to waste it. Do you look at your companion? In five minutes, he will shed all the blood on his body and die slowly. If you don't want to kill it like a dog, you will answer whatever I ask."

Nighthawk's words were full of majesty and coldness. The major general's eyes flashed again, but this time, there was a hint of fear in the hatred.

"What's your name?" Nighthawk asked again with the same question.

The major general pursed his lips, but when he looked at the companion who was lying in a pool of blood and the panicked faces of his companions around him, she still sighed secretly.

"My name is Pova." Major General seemed to have suffered the greatest shame in his life, and tears actually slid from his eyes.

"Very good, this is a good start." Nighthawk smiled. He had learned from other terrorists. The members of the Revenge Team were adopted since childhood and finally stayed after countless training and eliminations.

Although they are ruthless to their enemies, their companions have a kind of friendship that is better than anything else. After all, they grew up together in pools of blood and war together, and they have a kind of feeling that outsiders will never exhaust themselves.

Nighthawk fully grasped the feelings between these terrorists and wanted to take advantage of this psychological gap to find out where the secret base behind them was.

He waved his hand, and immediately a military doctor stepped forward to stop the bleeding for the terrorist who was lying in a pool of blood. He quickly started the simplest treatment. He was penetrated by a bullet at a close distance, and the wound was sutured and blood was directly transfused.

Looking at the military doctor's actions, Nighthawk turned his head and looked at Pova and said, "I can pull out the blood transfusion tube at any time, but I will not let your companion die so happily. Next time, my soldiers will not use a gun, but will slowly cut off the bloodlines of your body with a knife, so that your companion will die in pain. The last one will be your turn."

Nighthawk's words are extremely cruel, very much like a cruel warlord. However, this effect is very useful for terrorists like Pova. Their original ideology is very extreme. In their religion, there is no difference between killing people with stones and slowly killing people with knives, just to allow the other party to get the greatest pain.

So Pova did not hesitate at all after hearing Nighthawk's words, but just nodded slightly: "Ask, what do you want to know? I just need my companions to survive, and there is no other requirement."

Nighthawk smiled and said that this was the effect he wanted. He looked up and down at Bova's charming figure that could not be wrapped even if he was wide in military uniform. Nighthawk felt a little regretful for this beauty.

"Where is the main force of the Revenge Team?" Nighthawk asked directly.

Pova sneered: "Do you want us to betray our companions? If you are asking this, then you can kill us. I believe that everyone here will die proudly for this!"

Nighthawk had known this for a long time, and was not angry at this moment. He just smiled and said, "Actually, we know that in the vast desert, Babu set up many temporary bases. There was a lot of supplies and food in it, so that one day when the war came, it could become a continuous logistics supply place."

"But a long time has passed, most of the bases have been buried by yellow sand, and half of them can almost never see the light of day. What you occupy is only a very small number of bases, so you keep coming out to loot all villages. In name, you want to shock the surrounding countries and prove that you still exist. In fact, it is because the bases you occupy cannot meet the supply of your sudden expansion of troops, so you want to rob them."

Nighthawk said word by word. The major general was calm at first, but the more he looked shocked. Nighthawk was secretly amused, this was the information he learned from other prisoners.

Although the people in the Revenge Team are very powerful and are first-class special forces. However, their life experience is too low. They will always live in the desert. All they have to accompany them are guns and wars, so where can they have the opportunity to deal with people?

Nighthawk just fooled her for a little while, and sure enough, Pova's expression changed drastically, thinking that Nighthawk had already known all their deployments.

"How did you know?" Pova was nervous.

Nighthawk smiled coldly: "Do you think that if you don't say it, other people won't say it? I'm just giving you a chance to live, and give you and your companions a chance to survive. But if you don't seize this opportunity, well, my people will soon arrive at your so-called base, and then kill all your companions without leaving a single survivor. Don't blame me, if you want to blame, you blame yourself for not cooperating."

Nighthawk suddenly stood up and was about to walk out. Pova seemed to have died once, and her whole body was covered in cold sweat, and she shouted: "Stop!"

Nighthawk's feet stopped under the tent, but there was a smile on his lips. The plan was successful, and this beautiful but unscheming woman was successfully deceived by him.

"What else?" Nighthawk didn't look back.

"I tell you everything, but I hope... I hope you can let more of my companions survive. They are all my family." After saying that, Pova seemed to have lost all her strength and collapsed on the ground, tears flowing down uncontrollably.

Half an hour later, Nighthawk walked out of the tent excitedly, holding a sketched military map in his hand, with several points marked on it, all of which were the specific locations of the terrorists occupying the desert base.
Chapter completed!