Johnny held a coffee in his left hand and leaned slightly, looking at the bearded man with braids who was playing cards.
"Look at me, don't I look a little familiar?"
Johnny leaned forward, staring directly at the bearded man.
He looked at Johnny, vaguely feeling a sense of familiarity, but couldn't recall where from.
Soon, his memories began to churn. Going back a day, he seemed to have seen this guy in front of a certain house, and this guy had witnessed them kidnapping two girls.
"It's you!"
This bearded man was Mark. He had already recalled who this guy was, so he immediately reached for his right hip, attempting to draw his Pistol.
But at that moment, Johnny delivered a direct knee strike, fiercely hitting him on the temple.
Bang!
The heavy knee strike sent Mark crashing to the ground, his head spinning.
The sudden situation startled everyone present. They all began to draw their daggers or Pistols, but Johnny's sand viper was already raised. He quickly swung it in a circle, his finger continuously pulling the trigger.
Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff!
With five gunshots, all six people present, except for Mark, were shot in the forehead and fell dead.
At this point, only Mark remained alive in this stronghold.
Meanwhile, Harry also came up the stairs, carrying a gun.
After coming up, he glanced at the still dazed Mark on the ground, nodded, and confirmed it was him.
Then, Johnny directly grabbed Mark's arm. Mark still wanted to resist, so Johnny delivered another knee strike, fiercely hitting him on the forehead.
Having suffered two knee strikes in quick succession, Mark was on the verge of passing out.
Johnny casually pulled his arm up, took out a specialized zip tie from his person, cuffed his hands behind his back, and then pulled the zip tie tight.
Even with a knife, it would take a while to cut through this thing.
It was impossible to break free with physical strength alone.
Just then, another set of footsteps sounded. Johnny and Harry exchanged glances, raising their guns towards the stairwell.
The next second, a man ran out. He was also stunned when he saw Harry and Johnny.
"Brian Mills?"
Johnny asked, a little uncertain.
Brian was stunned when he heard Johnny's words, then suddenly remembered what his friend had told him. So he opened his mouth and asked, "Johnny?"
Hearing Brian say this, Johnny immediately put away his Pistol. He knew who this person was.
He was Michael's friend, Brian. When Brian saw that Mark had been captured by Johnny and his companions, he breathed a sigh of relief and immediately headed to the third floor.
Johnny and Harry followed. There were many rooms upstairs, but each room had a young girl lying on the bed, unconscious.
"They were all injected with liquid heroin." With just one glance, Harry made his assessment, sighing.
Johnny took in the scene before him, but there was nothing he could do at this moment. Just then, Brian walked into one of the rooms and saw his daughter's best friend, Amanda.
"Amanda, do you remember me?"
Looking at the unconscious Amanda lying on the bed, Brian's heart felt cold. He didn't know how his daughter was, but the only good news was that he hadn't seen his daughter, Kim, in any of the rooms here.
This was perhaps the only good news amidst all the bad. As long as she wasn't seen, it meant there was still hope.
"Amanda, look at me, Amanda." Looking at the unconscious Amanda, Brian tried to wake her, but he was quickly disappointed.
"Alas~"
Seeing the situation, the three could only sigh and turn their attention to the captured Mark.
"Thanks."
Brian didn't have much emotion at this moment. He knew time was urgent, so after a simple thank you, he went down to the second floor.
Johnny and Harry said nothing, because they knew very well that only 96 hours had passed since Kim was captured, and 26 hours had already gone by.
The remaining time could be described as a race against the clock.
Brian dragged Mark into a room and finally tied him to a chair. Mark was now conscious, looking at Brian in front of him, still not reacting.
"I told you, all I have are some special skills... these skills are enough to become a nightmare for people like you. I will find you... and kill you."
Brian stared at Mark, speaking fiercely, but Mark responded with an indifferent expression and a cold sneer at the corner of his mouth. Even though he was captured, he showed no panic.
But Brian didn't intend to continue talking to him. Instead, he took out two long steel nails, held one in each hand, and then fiercely plunged them into Mark's two thighs.
"Ah!"
The excruciating pain made Mark cry out loudly, but Brian calmly twisted the two large nails and pressed down again.
"Fuck!"
Mark couldn't help but curse, but Brian said nothing. Instead, under the gaze of Johnny and Harry, he walked to the side, then pulled up two wires and approached Mark.
They had seen with their own eyes that Brian had just used some simple tools to make a taser.
As a retired former CIA agent, he was very proficient in interrogation techniques, and making such small tools was effortless for him. He clamped the two clips onto the nails.
"It's okay, you don't have to tell me now, but you don't have many chances."
Saying that, he forcefully stuffed a piece of rags into Mark's mouth.
Immediately after, Brian went to the side and activated the taser. A powerful current instantly passed through the taser to the two nails, then unleashed itself within Mark's body.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"
Although it was only for an instant, the powerful current made Mark roll his eyes, and his muscles twitched uncontrollably.
Under the powerful electric shock, thanks to the protection of the rags, otherwise, in that very instant, Mark would have bitten off his own tongue.
Brian, who had turned off the taser, walked towards Mark, leaned over and looked at him, "Now tell me, where is my daughter?"
Mark looked at Brian with an angry expression. After Brian pulled the rags out of his mouth, he suddenly spat a thick glob of phlegm at Brian's face.
Brian said nothing. Instead, he turned and walked towards the taser switch, activating the taser once again.
"Ah ah ah!!!"
Mark screamed again. This time the electric shock lasted a bit longer. Johnny watched as white smoke rose from Mark's legs, and he could faintly smell a hint of cooked meat.
This electric shock lasted a full 10 seconds. Then Brian turned off the taser and once again came before Mark.
Mark was gasping violently at this moment; the previous electric shock had almost sent him to meet his great-grandmother.
Sweat poured down his body like heavy rain. He didn't want to endure such a feeling a second time, so he looked at Brian in fear and revealed all the information he knew.
Johnny and Harry exchanged glances, and couldn't help but say, "Despicable! You refuse to drink a toast, so you'll drink a forfeit!"
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