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Chapter 414 The Ten Great Tortures! (Third Update!)

Upon hearing the name, Hazari stopped tapping the thermometer, gripped the scalpel in his right hand, and looked at the bearded man with an uncertain gaze.

He was familiar with the name Larry.

Back when he was still in the Sadr movement, he had a comrade-in-arms named Larrit. Later, they went their separate ways, and I heard that he also went underground and I don't know what he did.

Excluding him.

There are many people in Iraq with this name, at least 8000 if not 1, and we need to figure out whether it's a given name or a surname.

He picked up another thermometer, gently broke it, and then held it above the bearded man's forehead, letting him watch the mercury inside slowly flow.
"His specific name, appearance, age, and where you met him?"

Just as the watermark in the thermometer was about to drip, the bearded man screamed again:
"Abbas Larrit, about 20 years old, about 1.7 meters tall, weighing about 60 kilograms, did not have a big beard, but had a mustache."

"His face is a bit thin, he has a triangular scar on his left forehead, and he wears glasses."

"He looks shifty and sneaky!"

“When our people were gathering intelligence in Baghdad, they inadvertently learned that this guy had explosives with very high performance and a complete set of detonation equipment.”

"We were just thinking of getting our hands on that batch of explosives."

"But when our people reached an agreement with him and went there with the money, this guy said that he had already sold a batch of explosives."

"He also said that if we give him a deposit, he will consider reserving the goods for us."

“We arrested him right away, and after a severe interrogation, he said that his supplies came from you, and even provided his contact information and location.”

"We got in touch with you because we had your contact information!"

As he finished speaking, the bearded man trembled involuntarily, because the mercury from the thermometer in Hazari's hand eventually dripped onto the wound on his forehead.

The next second, to the bearded man's horrified gaze, Hazari picked up the thermometer again:
"Then, my dear friend, please tell me, where do you come from?"

"You told me, and I'll give you a quick death!"

"If you don't tell me, I have a million ways to make you wish you were dead!"

After speaking, Hazari perhaps felt that the bearded man shouldn't die like that, so he turned around, put down the thermometer, walked to the cabinet next to him, fiddled around in the cabinet for a while, and took out a glass bottle with the opening plugged with gauze.

The markings and text on the glass bottle indicate that it is a bottle of medical alcohol.

Hazari returned to the bearded man with the medical alcohol, bent down, and very considerately began to clean his wounds.

After cleaning the mercury from the wound, he gently lifted the skin and placed the alcohol bottle upside down directly on the wound.

In an instant, a pig-like scream rang out.

Amid the screams, Hazari's gentle voice offered words of advice: "I watched a movie a few days ago, a movie called The Ten Great Tortures."

"Besides the ten most brutal tortures, there are many, many other forms of torture in the movie."

"I've always wanted to try it out, but I haven't had the chance yet."

"One of the punishments is called being cut into a thousand pieces."

"It's about cutting off pieces of flesh from a person with a knife. In the past, the manufacturing process of knives wasn't very good, and the knives were quite thick. But now, we have professional surgical scalpels that are thin and sharp."

"The movie says that a qualified executioner can cut a person 3600 times and still keep them alive."

"This is my first attempt, I should be able to make $3000!"

"What do you think!"

After speaking in a low voice to the bearded man, Hazari picked up the scalpel again, removed the overturned bottle of alcohol, and rinsed the willow-leaf-shaped scalpel with the remaining alcohol.

Before the alcohol had even dried, the cold scalpel was pressed against the bearded man's forehead, onto the wound from before.

With a gentle pull, a piece of the previously broken skin was sliced ​​off.

The residual alcohol on the scalpel instantly penetrated the dermis, stimulating nerve endings, and the excruciating pain caused the bearded man to curl up like a shrimp in an instant.

After making the first cut, Hazari turned around, walked to the cabinet, took out a few bottles of alcohol, and returned to the bearded man's side.

He poured the alcohol into a water ladle beside him, and then put the scalpel that had just been used to make a cut into the ladle, stirred it a couple of times, and then, along with the remaining alcohol, dripped it onto the bearded man's forehead.

Another knife.

At that moment, he finally understood that the guy in front of him wasn't joking, but serious.

Overwhelmed by fear of punishment, he let out a terrified scream and quickly said:
"Türkiye! Türkiye's National Intelligence Organization!"

"Our goal is to gather intelligence on various organizations in Iraq. This time, we stumbled upon an unfamiliar arms dealer and decided to investigate his connections."

"I really don't know anything else!"

Hazari stopped scalpel, blinked, and tentatively accepted what the bearded man said.

He stared at the man for a few minutes, noticing only fear in his eyes. He sighed, put down the scalpel, lifted his robe, took out a pistol hanging from it, pulled the trigger, and aimed it at the bearded man's forehead.

"I do what I say!"

boom!
A gunshot rang out, and the bearded man, who was strapped to the table, revealed a hint of relief in his eyes. Hazari put away his gun and turned to tell the others to clean up the scene.

Just as I put the gun away, my subordinate leaned over and whispered:

"We can keep him alive to torture him and get more information!"

“There’s no need!” Hazari shook his head, noticing his subordinate’s still puzzled expression. He explained, “I’m asking you, we know his identity, so what? So what do we do? What can we do?”

Three consecutive questions left his subordinates confused.

Indeed, the other party said he was Turkish, so what could these people possibly do?

Nothing can be done!
Their current task is to consolidate the territory they have already acquired.

The other side's area of ​​activity is Baghdad and Türkiye.

Baghdad is not their territory; it's more of a political show.

They couldn't risk offending other organizations by going to Baghdad to kill these guys for their sake.

It's even less likely that they would cross most of Iraq, enter Turkish territory, and fight with Türkiye.

Moreover, even if they share this information with other organizations, those organizations will perceive it as a conspiracy by their Justice League.

Therefore, whether or not you know this guy's identity is not important!

Moving away from your current location and ensuring your own safety is the most important thing.

Once the subordinates understood, they turned around and began cleaning up the scene.

Hazari stepped out of the room, glanced at the midday sun, and took out his phone to make a call, but stopped a second before pressing the number.

He stuffed his phone back into his pocket, turned, and walked towards another room, telling the people in the yard to clean up the scene and prepare to move to another location. Iraq is mostly desert, with many uninhabited places, perfect for burying bodies.

Hazari and his group of about twenty people threw the bearded man's body onto a pickup truck, dragged it to the desert east of the village, dug a hole at random, buried a pressure-activated landmine in the hole, and then carefully put the body into the hole and buried it.

The pickup truck then turned around and headed further south.

At a bend in the road, Hazari had the car stop, and then he led a dozen or so men up the hillside on the right, slowly making their way toward the direction where the bodies were buried.

On the hilltop, they stared at the direction where the body was buried, driving from noon until afternoon, and then from afternoon until night. Only after confirming that there was no movement did they reluctantly descend the mountain and head towards the small town of Sadia further south.

The two small towns are not far apart, only about 60 kilometers apart. The convoy traveled at full speed and in just over an hour, the convoy dispersed and entered Sadia.

In Sadia, Hazari met with Zais and told him everything he had learned from the bearded man.

The name wasn't familiar, but the description of his appearance sounded like someone I knew. After a long pause, Zais hesitated before asking, "Is it that little brat from the Larrit family?"

“It must be that brat Kubas! Should we give them the intelligence now, or…” Hazari only got halfway through his sentence, and Zais had to make the decision.

After a moment of contemplation, Zais raised his head and said, "Tell Sadr that he will handle it himself."

“I’ll handle it!” After receiving Zais’s opinion, Hazari turned around and went to contact Sadr Jr. by satellite phone.

Meanwhile, at the place where they buried the bodies, eight black figures quietly emerged from the darkness and finally appeared at the burial site.

The leader looked at the ground for a while, then waved his hand: "Dig it up, at least bring his ashes back."

Upon hearing this, the four dark figures took out tools and began digging into the corpse.

The person who gave the order, along with the remaining three, picked up their guns and walked to the side, listening to the rustling sound of shovels hitting the sand, carefully keeping watch on their surroundings.

But the next second, something exploded behind him.

With a loud bang, the four people who were digging up the corpses were blown into the air and then crashed heavily into the desert. In a short while, they were completely still.

The remaining four people were hit by the debris and all sustained injuries.

They stared blankly at the huge crater that had been blown out, their eyes slowly turning blood red.

In the end, the leader managed to subdue the remaining three people.

"The explosion will definitely attract other people. Take their bodies with you and get out of here!"

The group didn't dare to delay and quickly collected their teammate's body, loaded it onto a pickup truck in the darkness, and drove further north to Sulaymaniyah.

Once the vehicle entered the mountainous area, the leader pulled out a satellite phone from a hidden compartment in the vehicle, dialed a number, and said to the person on the other end of the satellite phone:
"The mission failed. The Justice League and the Sadr Movement were very cautious. We were unable to get the drones from them, nor were we able to get that high-performance explosive."

"Our team of nine has lost a total of five people, and we now request that the bodies of the five deceased be returned."

After stating his requirements, the leader kept his eyes glued to the satellite phone, waiting for a response. After a long wait, a voice finally came through the satellite phone:
"Evacuation permitted!"

Gaziantep, Turkey.

A bearded man in a blue robe put down the phone and turned to another bearded man: "Adana, our team in Iraq failed to get the drones or the high-performance explosives."

"The trading day is the day after tomorrow. If we can't get enough equipment, won't the Prime Minister be angry?"

The bearded man named Adana turned around, pursed his lips, pondered for a moment, and said:

"Let's leave it at that. The more we do, the more mistakes we might make."

"Just take these equipment to the trading location, and don't worry about the rest!"

…………

In the underground passage of Najaf, Khalid ran swiftly to Sadr and handed him a steel pipe.
"Zais's intelligence says the traitor has been found!"

After taking the steel pipe, Little Sader gently shook it. Hearing movement inside the pipe, he quickly had someone bring a grinder to cut it open.

Inside the steel pipe was a small ball of paper.

The crumpled paper was unfolded, revealing a name followed by a description of the person's appearance.

Based on my description of his appearance, little Sader slowly closed his eyes. A few minutes later, his eyes snapped open again, and his pale blue eyes were now filled with murderous intent and coldness.

"Khalid, go see Larrit yourself and take inventory of all the supplies."

"Follow that and ask where his son, Kubas, is!"

“I understand!” Khalid nodded with a similarly serious expression, turned around, and left without hesitation.

When Khalid entered the shop, Larry was holding a lollipop and teasing his granddaughter Sally.

At three years old, when my little one loves candy the most, I'll do anything for it!
Seeing the person at the door, Larry handed the candy to Sally and greeted her with a smile: "What brings you here?"

Khalid tilted his head towards the door and said, "There's something I'd like to discuss with you privately!"

Knowing that Khalid was in trouble, Larrit reached out and picked up his granddaughter, then led Khalid to the backyard.

Upon arriving in the backyard, Khalid asked directly:

Where is Kubas recently?

"He went to work for a telecommunications company in Baghdad."

Upon hearing that the other party had gone to Baghdad, Khalid gave a wry smile and then suddenly asked, "You told him the Justice League's contact information and their latest contact location, right?"

At this moment, Larry finally realized something was wrong.

Informing Kubas of the Justice League's contact information and address is so that Kubas can seek the Justice League's help when he encounters trouble.

He hadn't told anyone else about this, so why did Khalid ask that question?
Soon, he realized a terrible possibility!

Swallowing hard, Larry slowly looked at Khalid and asked in a trembling voice:

"Kubas is dead?"

"I don't know!" Khalid shook his head, meeting his old friend's pained gaze, and said coldly:
"Intelligence from the confessions of those arrested by the Justice League indicates that Kubas did not work for Baghdad Telecom, but instead sold weapons in Baghdad, including the high-performance explosives that we had carefully hidden."

"Then a group of people claiming to be from the Turkish National Intelligence Organization approached him and asked him to sell explosives. He said he didn't have any explosives and asked someone else to pay a deposit."

"In the end, those people arrested him, and he also revealed the Justice League's latest contact locations and contact methods."

"Those people who claimed to be Turkish approached Hazari."

"Hazari tortured those he captured and extracted this information from them."

"So, Larry, tell me, are the supplies still there?"

"And what am I supposed to do with you?"

(End of this chapter)