Seeing this scene, the three of them collapsed in fright almost instantly.

Because, they knew very well that since this group of men in black were able to deal with their nine brothers directly without showing any signs of expression, it proved that the strength of this group of people was probably beyond what they could have imagined.

This also means that the three of them will not escape bad luck in the future!

Just when the three of them were terrified, several subordinates came in with four unconscious men on their shoulders, and one of them said, "Master, we found four drivers in the four cars, and the other ones in the trunk There are also two unconscious women hidden."

Seeing that their brothers in the car were also caught, the three of them immediately realized that this time they were completely screwed.

At this time, Wan Pojun, who was wearing a black combat uniform, walked up to the three of them and asked in a cold voice, "Who is the boss among the twelve of you?"

The three of them were too scared to speak, and kept thinking about how to escape at this time.

Seeing that the three of them were silent, Wan Pojun immediately stretched out his hand, strangled the neck of the person in front, and pressed his thumb on his Adam's apple. With a little force, the person's face turned red from holding back, excruciating pain But no sound came out.

Wan Pojun stared at the man, and said coldly: "If you don't say anything, I'll break your neck. Anyway, if you don't tell me, I still have a dozen people who can ask one by one, and someone will always say it!"

The man's eyes widened in shock, and he desperately wanted to nod.

Seeing this, Wan Pojun let go of his thumb, allowing the opponent to finally breathe normally.

Immediately afterwards, the man quickly pointed to a comatose white man on the ground, and said out of breath, "He...he is our boss..."

Wan Pojun immediately pushed the man to the ground, then strode up to the unconscious leader on the ground, grabbed his hair, and pulled him up from the ground.

The severe pain in the scalp made the man wake up instantly, and then he looked at Wan Pojun in fear, and blurted out, "You... who are you..."

Wan Pojun said coldly: "Let me ask you, where are you going to meet up next?"

The man was too scared to make a sound.

Because he knew very well that if he told it, Andre would kill himself after he knew it.

Seeing that he was silent, Wan Pojun took out a dagger and inserted it between his left ribs without blinking.

The man never thought that Wan Pojun would stab the knife as soon as he came up, the wound suddenly hurt terribly, and the intense pain went straight from the wound to the internal organs.

Before he could cry out, Wan Pojun smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, I haven't stabbed your vitals yet, and my knife doesn't have a blood guide groove, so your skin and subcutaneous fat can be well healed." It sticks to the sides of the blade so not a single drop of blood comes out."

Hearing this, the other party turned pale with fright.

At this time, Wan Pojun waved his other hand to the subordinates beside him, who immediately presented him with a micro-syringe.

This type of syringe is only two to three centimeters long, of which the needle is about one centimeter long, and behind it is a hose-shaped medicine bag, which contains about one milliliter of an unknown liquid.

Wan Pojun looked at the man, and said lightly: "Your wound should be very painful, right? But don't worry, the medicine in my hand has a strong stimulating effect on your nerves. After injecting you, your The pain will be magnified a hundred times, and you will feel more sour by then."

The man trembled violently in fright, he didn't doubt Wan Pojun's words at all, because he had heard of this kind of thing before, but these were all used by top secret agents, and he didn't usually have the opportunity to touch them.

Seeing that this group of people is extremely strong and professionally qualified, he realized that this group of people must have a lot of background, so it is not a problem to have this kind of medicine.

Just when he was terrified, Wan Pojun had already stabbed the needle point into his neck.

This needle is very thin and very short, much smaller than ordinary blood collection needles. Under normal circumstances, being pricked by this needle will not hurt too much, but he feels that after the needle is inserted, a A sharp pain spread rapidly from the needle hole, and the feeling and intensity of the pain continued to rise.

Wan Pojun opened his mouth and said: "There may be a little medicine on the tip of the needle, so you should already feel a little bit of it now, but the medicine on the needle tip only accounts for one thousandth of the total medicine, you can imagine, After I inject this needle into your body, how will you feel, let me tell you, every time you breathe, it will feel as painful as if you sucked a pile of broken glass into your trachea!"

The man suddenly shouted in horror: "No, please don't...I said...I can say anything!" JrNovels.com