worthy to be called grandfather and granddaughter; they had reached a certain level in their shamelessness! What exactly was it that these two intended to accomplishIndeed, Zhang Yanxing’s gaze soon t...Chapter 775 Ash米爾 Organization

In fact, although Zhang Xuan's so-called "refined interrogation method" was indeed expensive, the results were excellent. For this inhumane guy, there was no need to use humane methods.

Because of the high purity of the drugs used by Zhang Xuan, after Kyomoto Kōmei woke up, he needed another injection within a day.

A vicious and venomous wolf had become extremely lethargic mentally, with lifeless eyes and numb limbs that twitched uncontrollably. He no longer exuded the ferocity and arrogance of tearing people's skin alive on the black market fighting stage.

No matter how resolute Kyomoto Kōmei was, he would lose resistance in front of drugs. Once there was a journalist who wanted to record the real feeling of drug addiction by injecting himself with drugs as an experiment. In the end, this journalist couldn't get rid of his drug addiction no matter what. The purity of today's drugs is too high and incomparably stronger than opium back then; once addicted, it basically ruins one’s life.

"How do you feel" Zhang Xuan smiled as he appreciated the results of his work; this guy had a deep-seated sadistic streak in him.

Upon hearing Zhang Xuan's voice, Kyomoto Kōmei's eyes regained some clarity but were still filled with intense hatred.

Zhang Xuan kicked him hard and said, "Boy, you are quite tough. Just wait for two more hours; I'll see if you won't be crying to me then."

Before even the two hours passed, Kyomoto Kōmei's body started shaking like a sieve after only one hour had elapsed, tears and snot streaming down his face as he cowered in the corner, seemingly with tens of thousands of ants crawling inside him. He was no longer as ruthless or domineering as before!

"How do you feel now" Zhang Xuan held a syringe and squatted in front of Kyomoto Kōmei, shaking the syringe full of drugs in his face.

"Give it to me, give it to me." Akimoto Kōei knew that this ** could alleviate his symptoms; with a look of desperate desire in his eyes, he trembled as he reached out his hand.

"I can give it to you, but you have to answer my questions first, and you must provide clear answers."

Hearing those words, Akimoto Kōei's eyes flickered with a moment of hesitation. Such an expression had never appeared on him since he left the small island.

His indomitable willpower was already breached by Zhang Xuan’s mixed drugs!

"Think fast, speak or be silent, I’m not very patient." Zhang Xuan said coldly.

Gazing at that transparent ** and feeling the unbearable torture within his body, Akimoto Kōei swallowed a mouthful of saliva before finally speaking: "I’ll talk."

Upon hearing this, Wang Zheng exchanged smiles with Zhang Xuan.

Thirty minutes later, Akimoto Kōei's corpse gradually cooled down in the room. There wasn’t much point in letting him suffer anymore; after all, they were compatriots of Chinese descent and he was also a pitiful soul. So Wang Zheng had Zhang Xuan administer euthanasia to him.

Akimoto Kōei was originally an ultra-deranged superhuman cannibal who ate human flesh raw in the underground fight market; his death wasn’t discovered by the police for several days after it occurred. When the authorities confirmed the identity of the body, they didn't even bother to open a case file; such a bloody and violent person would have countless enemies, so his death actually reduced social instability factors.

Over the next two days, Wang Zheng and Zhang Xuan worked together to completely eradicate several "adult wolves" who had come to America this time.

Unfortunately, two of them had already run to China without leaving any trace.

What's even more regrettable is that none of these individuals remembered the location of the small island. When Sōjima Jūfū’s trusted team sent them out, they didn't expect anyone to return. Moreover, for security reasons, they did not disclose the coordinates of the small island to these "adult wolves."

"What are you going to do next Are you planning to go back" Zhang Xuan and Wang Zheng had dealt with several extremely violent adult wolves, but still felt unsatisfied. He hadn't fought for so long that he was itching to release his pent-up energy.

“I’m planning to head back.” Wang Zheng shook his head, looking somewhat helpless: "I’ve made too many enemies abroad this time around; I expect quite a few powers want to cause me trouble. I need to return ahead of schedule and make preparations."

Thinking about the Ashmir Terrorist Organization, the People's Liberation Army of America, and Eric Lee’s Atlantic Alliance, Wang Zheng felt overwhelmed. What did it mean when he had eliminated the second-in-command of these terrorist organizations

America was becoming increasingly dangerous for Wang Zheng.

In a vast expanse of yellow sand, there was a rather dilapidated city. On its ruined walls, soldiers wearing headscarves and carrying guns were patrolling; despite their ragged clothing, their eyes were full of resolve—these were members of the Ashmir Terrorist Organization.

Of course, they didn't consider themselves part of a terrorist organization but rather a holy war group. Every "holy war" was waged to liberate humanity. Each year, under meticulous planning, this Ashmir organization staged terror attacks worldwide. Several African countries had attempted to eradicate the organization in joint efforts but failed each time, allowing its leader, Arrogue, to remain defiant.

At that moment, a man with a full beard was taking a bath in a pool, and two women draped in thin veils were massaging his shoulders and thighs. Of course, these African beauties might only be considered beautiful through their own eyes.

This man was known as the "terrorist leader of Africa," Arrogue.

"No news from Arlo Ming yet" Arlog closed his eyes and pinched the waist of the beautiful woman behind him.

"Still nothing," the beauty blushed after being squeezed by the leader.

"That shouldn't be."

Arlog had dispatched Arlo Ming to America to negotiate cooperation with the leader of the Organization for American People's Liberation, Emar. Yet there was still no news from him, and when Arlog called Emar to inquire about it, he claimed that he hadn’t seen Arlo Ming.

Of course, Emar, who highly values his reputation, didn't tell Arlog that his second-in-command, Ayebas, had also gone missing, as if he had vanished into thin air, completely uncontactable.

"How could this be How could this be" Without Arlo Ming around, Arlog felt like he was missing both arms and legs, extremely uncomfortable.

"Mr. President! Something’s wrong!" At that moment, a bespectacled black man rushed in from outside, holding a dirty laptop.

Arlog is very fond of the taste of power, so he has his subordinates call him "President," and every time they do, he feels quite gratified.

The fact that this subordinate barged in while Arlog was naked and two beauties were clad only in sheer gauze made Arlog extremely angry.

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