8mi #419 - Chapter 419 How to get money? Forced confession! Possibility of further cooperation!
#419 - Chapter 419 How to get money? Forced confession! Possibility of further cooperation!
Chen Hao bid farewell to the old man.
While thinking about making money as soon as possible, he walked towards the conference room where the medals were to be awarded.
The scientists had left.
Two female soldiers guarded the entrance.
Upon entering, he found Xia Qingmo fast asleep on the sofa.
This girl…
She was tossed around quite a bit last night and worked all day today; she must be exhausted.
He walked over.
Bent down.
And gently picked her up.
Despite his gentle movements, she still woke up.
She opened her sleepy eyes, and asked vaguely, "Is it time to go home…?"
"Yes, you can continue to sleep," Chen Hao smiled softly.
"…"
She didn't continue sleeping.
She rubbed her sleepy eyes, and her thoughts gradually cleared up a bit: "I can't sleep anymore… Shall we go for a late-night snack?"
"Okay!" Chen Hao nodded.
"Can you carry me on your back?"
"Of course I can!"
Chen Hao gently put her down and squatted down with his back to her.
She smiled sweetly, jumped onto his back, and whispered into his ear with her red lips: "Just carry me for three minutes."
"No!"
Chen Hao shook his head with a chuckle: "I can carry you forever!"
Her back…
Is so bouncy!
"I don't want you to get tired, it's just that…"
She lay on his back, as if muttering to herself: "On your back, I feel more grounded, and I can confirm… whether I'm dreaming or not."
Five stars!
Golden Branch!
Awarding medals to a group of top scientists!
Today, she truly realized what kind of heaven-defying identity her boyfriend possessed, to the point that…
It felt unreal.
"Hold on tight!"
Chen Hao laughed loudly and strode swiftly: "Starting to take off!"
At this moment!
It is youth.
It is love!
However, as Chen Hao carried his wife and ran, amidst her silver bell-like laughter, he was still thinking about making money.
Once the two new car models are launched, he could earn a sum after the auction.
But not much.
What else is there to auction?
Chen Hao's mind stirred.
First, he needs to figure out the specific timing of the actions against North America.
…
Outside the southwestern border of China.
The first ray of morning sunlight shone into the dense forest.
In a stilt house, Sayid woke up.
Sayid is his real name.
He calls himself Muhammad, which isn't exactly a lie.
Middle Eastern names are mostly very long.
Prefixes like father's name, grandfather's name, etc. If you randomly find ten people in the Middle East, half of them are called Muhammad—his given name prefix is indeed Muhammad, but this kind of prefix name cannot confirm his identity.
He came down from the stilt house.
A fully armed soldier greeted him.
"Mr. Muhammad, did you sleep well last night?" the soldier asked with a smile.
"Very well."
Sayid can speak English.
This soldier can also speak English.
Communication was smooth.
"Please, would you like to have breakfast first, or see the Great Leader first?"
"See the Great Leader!"
Sayid nodded immediately.
The highest leader of the overseas legion, publicly declared to be the Great Leader!
After he was captured, he was immediately subjected to strict interrogation, and he told them everything he knew.
He even claimed that he came here to find them.
However…
After asking the questions, the other party did not give him an answer, and Sayid did not have the opportunity to meet the real higher-ups.
"This way, please," the soldier said politely.
"Okay!"
Whoosh!
In the instant he turned around.
The soldier's attack was as fast as lightning, a palm strike to the neck.
Sayid's eyes went dark and he fainted.
After an unknown amount of time, when he woke up from his coma, he found himself tied up with ropes and fixed to a chair.
"Awake?"
The soldier who spoke English sat opposite him.
"What does this mean?!"
Sayid came to his senses and roared: "I have already explained my intentions. Isn't the East supposed to be hospitable? Is this how you treat guests?!"
"Inject him," the soldier ignored him.
At his command.
A soldier immediately walked over with a syringe.
"What do you want to do? What's in the syringe?!" Sayid screamed.
Unfortunately, it was meaningless!
The other party inserted the needle into his blood vessel.
In less than twenty seconds.
His heart rate accelerated!
A heart-wrenching pain spread throughout his body.
That pain, which he had never felt before, felt as if countless blades were cutting him up and down, making him wish he were dead!
"What is your real name?" the other party asked.
"…"
"Continue the injection!"
The soldier sneered.
The drugs arrived by air freight yesterday and were delivered to their hands overnight.
Soon, the second dose of the drug was injected.
"What is your real name?" he asked again.
"…"
Sayid's blood vessels bulged all over his body.
The training he had undergone for a long time to endure torture gradually became ineffective at this moment.
That kind of pain.
Exceeded the limits of human endurance!
"Continue!" the soldier said expressionlessly.
"Sayid…"
He could no longer hold back and shouted hoarsely: "My name is Sayid!"
"An unknown soldier?" the soldier sneered.
"No… I am the leader's right-hand man!"
"Does your leader have a red birthmark on the inside of his right thigh?"
"You…"
Sayid's pupils shrank instantly.
Impossible!
This is top secret!
Even within the organization, only a handful of people know about it. How could the other party know?
Of course, he couldn't imagine that in Chen Hao's previous life, his leader had died.
The body ended up in the hands of North America.
At the same time.
Before dying in his previous life, Chen Hao, who had obtained countless memories, knew many special secrets.
Among them, including the secret of the birthmark!
What does it mean from Sayid's point of view?
The other party even knows this secret. All the questions asked later can be known in advance—if he lies, the other party may find out immediately, and he will bear the brunt and endure more drugs!
In short.
The information provided by Chen Hao made Sayid dare not lie.
"You are going to bomb buildings in North America?" the soldier asked.
What?!
Sayid was almost scared to death on the spot.
This matter…
Is still in the planning stage, and even fewer people know about it, no more than five.
The other party actually knows about it too?!
"When?" the soldier pressed.
"…"
The other party has too many secrets, and Sayid has no way to lie: "It's not certain yet, it should be… in the second half of the year."
"Inject him," the soldier waved his hand.
"No… no! I didn't lie, what I said is true!" Sayid screamed and explained.
The drug was still injected as usual.
Sayid was about to collapse.
He really didn't lie!
But…
After a while, he didn't feel more pain, but the previous pain disappeared inexplicably.
That's right!
The third injection was the antidote.
The interrogating soldier got up and helped him untie the ropes: "Mr. Sayid, we have to use this method to determine whether you are an enemy—sorry!"
Sayid was stunned.
So the torture just now was a test?
"Please follow me."
The soldier walked ahead.
Before long, they arrived at an open shooting range.
The soldier took out a grenade.
It was just an ordinary military grenade. He pulled the pin and threw it out with force.
Boom!
With a loud bang.
A large pit appeared in the distance on the ground.
That power…
Directly stunned Sayid.
This is a grenade?
Its power is comparable to an anti-personnel mine!
So…
This is a high-energy explosive?!