"This is not mine, I don't." Emil finally spoke.

"No?" Scott said.

"You made it." Emil insisted.

"very good."

Scott took out another passport, opened it and said to Emil, "Did you see this? This is your passport, the credential for your trip between the United States and Israel. If you don't say it, I will release all of this. As far as I know, Zhu Hairui hates the traitor the most."

Scotter showed iron evidence, but Emil was still insisting and said, "I am already a dying person."

The potential meaning is that I am about to die, and it is meaningless whether I am a traitor or not.

"Headquarters, this guy will definitely not say it anymore. We need to leave immediately." Long Zhan saw that Emil had ambition to die and did not want to continue wasting time.

"Put the documents in his pocket and tell him that the steaming party will kill his whole family." Major Dalton said.

“Farke, Farke, Farke.”

Scott didn't want to do such a despicable thing, but now he has to do so, so he can only helplessly take his passport and bank information.

He stuffed into Emil's pocket and said, "I won't stop you if you want to die, but I will leave these on the corpse. They will definitely kill your whole family, you can do it yourself."

Emil is sixty years old, and his son, grandchildren and daughters are combined into a large group.

Because of his secret cooperation with the middle-level bureau, these people made a lot of money, and his family lived a very superior life.

Emil was not afraid of his death, and was ready on the day he worked with the CIA.

But I thought my family would die.

Emil finally broke the defense.

He said with a red face: "If you destroy all these documents and passports, I will tell you what you want to know..."

"Smack it."

Suddenly, gunfire sounded, interrupting Emil.

It turned out that the militants had rushed up and appeared in front of the passage where Long Zhan was. Long Zhan had to shoot him to death.

The gunshots are the explosion point, and they will not scare away the enemy, but will only attract more enemies.

"Hurry, take him away first."

This place is no longer safe, so Long Zhan could only hold Amir between his waist, fight back while he is fighting, and find a way to interrogate him while moving.

It is very dangerous to stay in the same place, and the structure of such a house cannot be kept under control.

Even if you stick to a certain hole, it is useless. The enemy can bypass it from other directions, or even use grenades to solve the problem.

"Da da da da da..."

The gunshots were loud.

Long Zhan and Scott cooperated skillfully and killed five enemies who had caught up with him, kicked open a door and hid in a family's house.

Throwing Emil on the sofa and lying, Long Zhan moved a big cabinet to hold the door.

Then he ran to the window and pulled the curtains, looked outside through the gaps in the curtains, and called out: "Headquarters, we really need to respond now."

"Damn it, I'm already thinking of a way. You guys get me some useful information." Major Dalton shouted anxiously and angrily.

"Fake, this guy is really crazy."

Scott half-squatted in front of Emile, took out his lighter and said while igniting the fire: "Look, I've burned them all in front of you now, you say it quickly."

"B3, where are you now? We are on the second floor on the left side of the front door."

Major Dalton was so anxious that Long Zhan could only find a way to contact him and put his hope on Martinez.

"I'm rushing over, it will take two minutes." Martinez replied.

Scott burned his passport and information here and urged Emil again: "Now your family is safe, hurry up and say it."

"Forgive me for steaming, it's for their good."

Emil first atones for his actions, and then gasps and says, "He is coming, coming from Syria, and Lesserby is going to bring him."

"Who? Who is going to come from Syria? Who is Lesserby going to bring from Syria?"

Seeing that Emile had less air in and more air, he was about to burp in the next second, Scott had to seize the time and ask him if he wanted to know.

"Zhu, Zhu Hairui."

After Emil said this name, it was like a complete mission.

When Scott heard this name, his expression immediately became extremely serious. He stood up and reported to the door with a gun: "Call the headquarters, Emil has already told me that Leatherby is going to bring Zhu Hairui over and come from Syria. Did you hear that? Zhu Hairui will come from Syria."

"I just knew."

After receiving this news today, Dalton jumped up from the chair, his face full of surprise.

...

Southwest of Moscow.

Peridelkino.

A Rolls-Royce, which had been extended to about ten meters, drove into an extremely luxurious European manor, and a large group of men in black suits were waiting at the door.

When the extended Rolls-Royce arrived at the gate, the man in black rushed up to open the car door and carried out a coffin with gold edges from it.

After the coffin was carried to the lobby of the house and the lid was opened, Victor was inside.

Victor's father, Akati Urlov, walked over with a trembling face, and his emotions broke down when he saw his son's body.

The arms tycoon who had not shed tears for many years had left tears of sorrow at this moment.

He left his white beard along his cheeks and fell to the ground.

Akati, who was only in his forties, had a son, you can imagine how much he loved Victor and how much his death had hit him.

And under this painful sorrow, anger was ignited.

Anger at the pain of killing the child!
Chapter completed!