Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 660 Torture
Familiar Spanish words came into my ears.

Barrett could tell that the people holding him down were Mexicans.

After all, he is a professionally trained agent.

He reacted quickly and desperately put his hand into the noose to prevent the rope from pinching the artery and causing temporary cerebral ischemia and fainting.

If you faint, you're doomed.

"I...I'm...Barrett...Song's..."

At this moment, Song Heping suddenly became his life-saving straw.

After all, Song Heping has been very famous in the Mexican drug dealer circle in the past two years.

Everyone knows that this is a ruthless character who can even wipe out the Los Zetas organization.

Anyone who is involved in this circle will have some concerns when mentioning this name.

But he was wrong.

The other party had no intention of stopping at all.

They continued to talk in Spanish.

"Morado, hold on tighter, this guy is struggling too hard."

"Torres, what are you standing there for? Pour water on his towel!"

"Damn it! Tighten it up!"

"The boss said he can't leave this room alive!"

Barrett is very familiar with Spanish.

Hearing this, his heart suddenly turned cold.

The other party was coming for his life.

"Who is...your boss..."

His hand finally reached the noose. Although it was painful, it gave him a chance to breathe and he was finally able to speak complete sentences.

"Who is it?! Haha! You know our boss!"

Then someone said, "His hands! Get them off!"

"Okay!"

Someone agreed immediately.

Barrett suddenly felt a sharp pain in the hand that was in the noose.

A sharp weapon pierced his palm directly...

No.

That's cutting your own fingers!
"what--"

He started screaming.

"Shut him up!"

Someone is roaring.

Suddenly, the towel was taken away and stuffed into his mouth.

"Uh-huh--"

Barrett felt the approach and threat of death at this time.

The god of death seemed to have spread its wings and was circling overhead, ready to drop down and take his life at any time.

However, he also saw the people in front of him clearly.

Typical old Mexican.

You can tell at first glance that he's a gangster killer.

Each of them had a fierce look in his eyes.

These people have no mercy.

In their eyes, there is no difference between killing a person and killing a fish.

The severe pain came again.

A killer standing next to the bathtub actually used a knife to bend Barrett's fingers and cut off his middle finger.

But the work was done so crudely that it was broken off without being cut...

Barrett screamed, but no sound came out. He struggled, using up all the strength in his body.

"Damn it! It's so hard to cut my fingers..."

The killer seemed to be commenting on his knife skills in the kitchen. He took the severed finger and examined it for a while, making an exclamation similar to that of evaluating a pig bone.

"Don't worry, I have experience this time..."

He actually grinned and offered some psychological comfort to Barrett, as if he were a doctor in the middle of an operation suddenly saying to a patient who had already worn off the anesthesia and was in excruciating pain, "I'm sorry, I forgot the scalpel in your stomach. It's okay, I have experience, I can help you get it out."

"Uh-huh--"

Barrett's pain nerves once again suffered this hurricane-like impact.

Because that guy really took the dagger and started cutting his index finger...

But this time it was much smoother than before.

The killer came up and directly peeled the index finger out of the noose, then broke it hard... snap!

Barrett heard the sound of his finger bones breaking.

"Well--"

His eyeballs bulged an inch, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

But the cry was still low.

It seems these killers are really experienced.

The skill of stuffing the mouth is first-rate, and it is stuffed so tightly.

After breaking the finger, the killer in charge of cutting it showed a satisfied smile. Looking at Barrett's index finger, which had drooped uncontrollably, he boasted to his accomplice, "Look, it's much easier to cut it this way."

After saying that, he cut along the joint and easily removed Barrett's index finger...

Barrett finally couldn't bear this inhuman torture and fainted.

The killers breathed a sigh of relief when they saw their target faint. They took out ropes and tied up Barrett like a pig. Two of them carried him down the garage, one in front and one behind, and threw him into the trunk of the Lexus.

The garage door rose, and the Lexus SUV slowly drove out. When it reached the yard, one person got out and returned to the room. About five minutes later, he got back in the car.

The vehicle quickly drove westward in the twilight and disappeared in the direction of the setting sun.

boom--

Shortly after the killers left.

Barrett's house exploded with a loud bang, and the second and first floors of the house were all turned into pieces in the explosion.

Afterwards, thick smoke came out from the first floor.

Then there is fire.

The fire grew stronger and stronger.

The neighbors who ran out screaming watched from afar as the detached villa turned into a fireball in the twilight and eventually turned into ashes.

Two hours later, Song Heping's cell phone vibrated while he was far away in the Yiligo Desert.

"dwarf?"

"Yes, it's me."

The dwarf's voice sounded a little smug.

"Barrett has already hung the street lamp."

"Um……"

Song Heping looked at his watch.

It's only been less than five hours.

"Your efficiency is pretty good."

He praised the dwarf like a teacher praising a student.

Shorty said, "This is going to be a big deal. If he's the CIA, then I'm going to be in trouble too. I have to admit, I'm taking a big risk this time."

"You want to eat meat without taking risks?" Song Heping said, "There's no such good thing in the world. Shorty, if you really want to break free from the CIA's control and sit down at the table to negotiate with those agents, this may be your last chance."

The dwarf fell silent.

After a long pause, he said, "You're playing such a big game, aren't you afraid of being assassinated by the CIA in the end?"

"Assassination?"

Song Heping suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha! Do you know when they started the assassination attempt on me? That time when I went to your villa to discuss the alliance with several other families, did you forget that your helicopter crashed? Who do you think provided Los Zetas with things like the Stinger missiles?"

The dwarf was stunned.

He remembered what happened.

Then a cold sweat broke out on my back.

"I think I should hide for a while."

"No problem, hide and wait for my news."

"By the way, how do we ship the goods during this period?"

"Don't worry, Barrett is dead, and the transportation network is in your hands now. If you're worried about any problems, I can send someone to take over."

The dwarf hesitated.

Now is a very good opportunity to take over the Barot transport network.

But he didn't dare.

I really don’t dare.

Now that we have declared war on the CIA, it’s better to let Song and Ping take the lead.

He also swallowed up the entire drug transportation network. Of course, the strength of the organization would be greatly enhanced, which was also what he had always dreamed of.

But once that happens, he will be the most popular guy in the Mexican drug lord circle, and everyone will keep an eye on him, whether it is the CIA or those colleagues with ulterior motives.

"Forget it, you should send someone to take over... I don't want to take on this hot potato."

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