After cleaning up Xue Tongan, Song Ziyu looked at the other person.
Xiao Guang was a bachelor. He stood motionless, as if he was still waiting for him.
"You have to give me an explanation!" Song Ziyu's eyes were as sharp as a flying eagle's blade.
Xiao Guang sighed and said: "My wife, children, and young children are all controlled by others. If I don't do this, they will die. I have no choice."
"You have no choice but to trick me?" Song Ziyu said coldly: "Is there something seriously wrong with your brain? Do I have a grudge against you or something?"
"sorry……"
Xiao Guang lowered his head, showing a ashamed expression, and seemed to feel guilty.
But Song Ziyu doesn't accept this trick at all.
"If an apology is useful, then there is no need to kill anyone!" Song Ziyu snorted coldly: "So many of my brothers lost their lives because of you. Even if you have great reasons, you can't explain it."
"I understand..." Xiao Guang's face turned pale and he said, "Every wrongdoer has his own debtor. You are an upright person and do things openly. I hope you won't embarrass my family."
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
After saying this, Xiao Guang pulled out a pistol from nowhere like a magic trick, and then pointed it at his head.
boom!
After the muffled sound, Xiao Guang fell to the ground.
Song Ziyu was slightly startled.
Where was Xiao Guang's gun hidden? He could actually hide it from his own people. If he fired the gun at himself... the consequences would be disastrous.
So Song Ziyu once again felt afraid because of his entrustment.
But this guy actually committed suicide directly, which was unexpected.
Looking at the corpse on the ground, Song Ziyu couldn't feel any pity in his heart.
"Clean the battlefield and anyone who makes any strange move will be executed on the spot." Song Ziyu ordered.
The follow-up troops have not yet arrived, and Song Ziyu will not risk advancing easily.
After controlling everyone, Song Ziyu ordered the entire army to wait where they were, waiting for the arrival of the infantry.
Taking advantage of this period of time, Song Ziyu gathered all the prisoners for farewell.
Song Ziyu needs to know the composition of these enemies.
In addition to the locals from the Gray Horn Tribe, there are others mixed in.
This work is not easy to carry out, because no one dares to take the initiative to admit it.
Song Ziyu set out high-standard reporting conditions, but unfortunately there were only a few prisoners who dared to come forward.
Tang Jian was gearing up and preparing to torture them one by one.
Song Ziyu smiled and said: "There are so many people, can you beat them?"
"With so many people, I'm afraid it will take months." Tang Jian made a conservative estimate. "Forget it, I don't have this time, let me think of a way...all the prisoners take off their pants for me." Song Ziyu immediately ordered!
this……
This is a bit unsightly.
Everyone didn't know what the intention was. Chen Tianxing hummed: "Since Xu Yingnan left, the boss's taste has become more and more serious."
"I suddenly felt a little tight in my anus." Xie Jian said calmly.
"It's time to find a wife for Boss Song, otherwise the painting style will become more and more crooked." Tang Jian also sighed.
"You guys follow the boss every day, don't you know how to care about the boss's personal, sexual, and life issues?" Zhang Dahu criticized harshly.
Several old men hid behind them and whispered, looking at Song Ziyu with more and more awe and fear.
Song Ziyu was completely unaware of these reactions.
He didn't know that his behavior brought a different kind of deterrence to his subordinates.
But what Song Ziyu did must have profound meaning.
As the pants of all the prisoners were peeled off layer by layer, a dozen "special" guys hidden inside were removed.
"If my guess is correct, these guys are not people from the wasteland. Give me a good interrogation."
Song Ziyu said with a sneer.
Everyone was doubtful and put a dozen people singled out by Song Ziyu for rigorous interrogation.
Next, Tang Jian came on stage, and three times, five times and two divided by two made people speak.
Ah!
These guys are actually all special forces sent by the federation to infiltrate the wasteland.
"Boss...are you so awesome? You can tell your enemies apart just by looking at your little dick?"
The more Tang Jian interrogated, the more frightened he became, and finally he was stunned.
As a glutton who has been immersed in torture for many years, Tang Jian has never seen or heard of Song Ziyu's manipulations.
It's really a fucking knife to pull the ass out today - it's really eye-opening.
Hearing Tang Jian's question, Song Ziyu smiled and said: "Don't talk nonsense, how can I have such ability? Who the hell is staring at other people's dicks?"
"Then how do you know their identities?" Tang Jian asked.
Everyone gathered around and expressed that they were also curious about this question.
Song Ziyu chuckled and said, "Don't you pay attention? Although these guys from the Federation try their best to hide themselves, put a lot of effort into their faces and costumes, and even imitate their accents, they are still obviously different from the people from the Gray Horn Tribe. Different."
"What's the difference?" everyone asked.
Song Ziyu said word for word: "No one in Gray Corner wears underwear, but these federal special operations soldiers all wear them, and they are the same shit-yellow linen underwear. It looks like they were made by the same fucking sewing machine. "
After hearing this, everyone suddenly realized that this was the problem.
Longshan's soldiers were all a little embarrassed and covered their cold crotches. However, a ruthless man like Zhang Dahu could not move away from his eyes as he stared at the shit-yellow underwear.
Zhang Dahu's inner monologue at this moment is probably this: This thing looks good on you, but it must belong to me.
Song Ziyu couldn't help but sigh when he looked at the hot eyes of his men.
These big brothers are so jealous that they like the underwear worn by others so much.
No more, Song Ziyu was retching.
grass!
Let me vomit for a while before talking.
…
Actually.
Not only the Gray Horn tribe don't wear underwear, but most people in this wasteland don't wear these things.
They say that sitting on a rock with bare buttocks is called hitting an egg against a stone. People who are not in the wilderness are naturally fond of hitting an egg against a stone. You can tell by looking at their hot eyes.
Even if it is underwear worn by others, everyone wants it very much.
It’s not that everyone doesn’t want to wear underwear!
It's just because everyone doesn't have this condition at all.
Song Ziyu couldn't help but think of a TV series he once watched. In the story, there are two brothers in a family in the northwest. The eldest brother goes out and the second brother is at home. The second brother goes out and the eldest brother is at home. When guests come to the house, they find that one of the two brothers is always lying on the kang, and they all find it strange.
Later, the truth came out that the two brothers together only had one pair of pants, so only one person could go out at a time.
Alas, in the final analysis, it’s all his mother’s fault.
After Song Ziyu finished vomiting, she couldn't help but sigh. In the past, I always said that the poor had no pants to wear. I naively thought it was literature and art. But now I see the eyes of my subordinates looking at other people's underwear with the same burning eyes as if they were looking at first love. …
I understand everything.
This is full of deep affection.
It's time to improve the comfort level in your men's crotches.
Song Ziyu was planning to open a quilt factory in Longshan according to the conditions, so that the brothers would not stare at the things that others have worn.
But in a wasteland world where wood resources are extremely scarce, this is not a simple matter.
Putting these worries behind him, Song Ziyu returned to the topic.
"Come here, take these guys down and interrogate them carefully. I want all the information they know." Song Ziyu ordered.
"Boss, what should I do with these underwear..." Zhang Dahu asked, licking his face.
Song Ziyu was speechless.
Zhang Dahu, why don’t you call me Zhang Dagou?
