Let you be a conscript, but you build the Matrix

In the interrogation room, Chen Jun also saw the two hideous-looking agents of the United States.

These two are the guys in charge of interrogating the village chief!

Looking at those two people, a hint of murderous intent flashed in Chen Jun's eyes.

If you want to save the village chief, you must kill these two people first!

Chen Jun immediately thought about it, now, the other party didn't pay attention to him, after all, his costume was a guard, and the other party wouldn't think much about it even if he saw it.

At that moment, the two agents suddenly stood up and began to take turns interrogating the village chief.

An agent held a dagger in his hand, and the bayonet was directly on the thigh, and with a hard drill, blood continued to drip down, but the village chief did not snort.

After a while, the village chief's pants were already wet with blood, but he still didn't say a word, but at that time, his body was almost at the limit, his face was as white as paper, his breath was not very stable, and he was about to faint to death.

An agent on the side sighed, looked at the village chief and said, "Don't be tough, cooperate, you will have thirty percent of the profit, the wealth you have not seen." The

village chief looked up at the two agents coldly, but still did not speak.

The agent holding the dagger was even more angry, his face was distorted with anger, he stared at the village chief, gritted his teeth, and spat out a sentence, "Are you sure you don't say it when you die?"

The village chief began to tremble with pain, but there was still no fear in his eyes, and he spat at the agent with a mouthful of blood.

All of a sudden, the agent's face darkened, and he suddenly jumped like thunder.

Before, he had also met a few Yanguo people whose bones were harder than iron, but compared to those people, this village chief was more determined.

They have used the most extreme means, but the other party just won't speak.

"Is it really so hard-mouthed?" The

agent flashed a cold glint in his eyes, and sneered: "You are not afraid of death, but you still have daughters and sons, they are afraid, I will bring them here and torture them in front of you, see what else can you do?"

Hearing this, the village chief was furious, stared at the agent fiercely, and said coldly: "Go and arrest it, our existence is a hero village, and a ghost has recently appeared, specializing in cutting you devils." "

The invaders never survive on their knees, they all die standing up, and even if my blood is drained, they will defend our homeland.

"Aren't you afraid, a few months ago, hundreds of intruders, all of them were cut down by ghosts, and this is your retribution. The

village chief, who had a weak breath, almost squeezed out this sentence with all his might, he had been tortured to the point that he was almost out of shape, but the hatred in his heart was not weak at all.

As soon as the curse ended, he spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva at the agent.

The agent who was spat on again was completely angry this time, and the murderous aura in his eyes kept rising.

If the eyes can kill, at that moment, the village chief has been seconds by her.

In an instant, the thought of killing the village chief flashed through his mind countless times.

He really wanted to shoot the guy in front of him, if he didn't think that the other party was still valuable, he didn't want to say a word, just kill him.

It was the first time that someone dared to speak hard in front of him.

Lao Tzu doesn't believe that there are still people who are not afraid of threats from their families.

Such a person can not succumb to money and fight, but torture can destroy his will.

The agent's face turned gloomy, and he said directly: "Break all his bones."

As soon as the words fell, there was a boom, and an earth-shattering explosion suddenly broke out outside.

With that loud noise, the whole ground began to tremble, and suddenly everyone on the scene became nervous, and there was noise everywhere.

Soon, some guards rushed out.

When the two special forces in the interrogation room heard the explosion, they immediately drew their guns and reacted quickly, after all, they were all elites of the Intelligence Bureau, and they knew that someone must have come to rescue the hostages.

Just as they were about to act, one of the guards suddenly rushed at a rapid pace, and then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, fired two shots.

After two crisp gunshots, the two majestic agents just now, their heads were like watermelons pierced, blood splattered, and then fell straight down.

Seeing this scene, the guards on the side were stunned, and not far away, there were two agents who came together, who had already reacted and were about to shoot.

But the other side is faster, they just want to act, and as a result, the other party's gun is already pointed at them.

The man who had just shot the two agents was Chen Jun.

Seeing those people, Chen Jun did not hesitate to shoot again, and this time, he used all the bullets in one go.

A bullet flew out of the muzzle of the gun and killed a person in no time.

In the blink of an eye, he had killed 4 guards and 4 agents.

Chen Jun flashed sideways to a delivery, began to quickly change the magazine, and continued to replenish the gun.

The whole process was extremely smooth, after all, he had formed the habit of recording the number of bullets when he fired, knowing when it was time to change the magazine, without any hesitation.

Because of the speed and accurate marksmanship, Chen Jun simply pressed the guards in the dungeon to fight, plus those people were in a state of panic, and their marksmanship was affected, even if there was a counterattack, Chen Jun could not be helped.

For a moment, the other guards in the distance had not yet arrived.

After Chen Jun changed the magazine, there was still time, he looked at the corpses of the agents on the ground, his face was cold, "It's cheap for you, if it weren't for the urgency of time, Lao Tzu would split you in half, otherwise, I'm sorry for the nickname of the ghost." In

the interrogation room, the village chief looked at Chen Jun, his weak eyes lit up, "You are a ghost, the protector of the border, aren't you?"

Chen Jun nodded, "I am a special force, and I was ordered to take you home." As

he spoke, he directly took out some medicinal powder and scattered it on the village chief's wound, stopped the bleeding for him, and bandaged it simply.

The village chief looked at Chen Jun's eyes moist, but because of excitement, his lips began to tremble, "Country!"

"Country, remember me."

Chen Jun nodded, "The motherland has always been behind you." Hearing

this, the village chief suddenly couldn't help it, and the tears that had been swirling in his eyes poured out directly, and then melted the blood stains on his face, and the blood in his eyes was mixed with drops.

The Motherland remembers him.

The motherland still remembers a dying peasant, and it is

worth it! Everything is worth it.

The village chief burst into tears and was full of satisfaction, and at that moment, he seemed to have forgotten the pain on his body, but was much more relaxed.

He gritted his teeth and withstood those harsh interrogations, and kept it a secret for the state, and now the country has not forgotten him, which is what he wants to see the most.

Chen Jun quickly treated the village chief's wounds, but at that moment there was chaos outside.

After a moment, he picked up the village chief, whose leg was broken, and said, "I'll take you away, but everything must be under my command." "