Chapter 543: You don

"Your methods are too complicated, too troublesome; on the island, where am I supposed to find wild boars for you?"

"Just follow what I say: one red‑faced, one white‑faced; separate interrogations easily create a prisoner's dilemma, and someone will confess first."

Lu Yang shrugged, indicating that he actually has nine even more vicious methods.

But constrained by the venue and props, he can't employ them.

Bai Yuan thought this kid must be psychologically twisted.

Having agreed, the two pushed the door in succession and walked in.

Inside, the guard soldier immediately saluted.

"Good day, Squadron Leader."

"Let's go out first."

"Yes."

Both of them are now bound hand and foot, their mouths gagged, eyes blindfolded, with absolutely no chance for any coordinated testimony.

Bai Yuan gave a signal, Lu Yang stepped forward and, like pulling a plug, removed the gag from one of them.

He was just about to start threatening, when the one called Tamur suddenly shouted in urgent English.

"Don't kill me, please don't kill me, I'm from Georgia, my name is Tamur......"

"I have a wife and children at home, I do this line of work purely to earn a living, I've never fired a shot at any of you, I have principles, I know what pulling the trigger means!"

"If you spare my life, I'm willing to cooperate and tell everything I know; I know roughly where the upstream drug‑manufacturing plant is, how many people they have, and I also know there's an island nearby that hides drugs!"

"If you can give me a light punishment and buy me two beers, I can even help you kill those damn drug dealers; I'm telling the truth, I hate them to the bone, those guys still owe me three days' wages!"

"Give me a gun, I'll lead you into their den and kill all those damn drug dealers! Damn bastards, they have so much money yet only pay $300 a day, constantly finding excuses to deduct, they all deserve hell!"

Lu Yang: "......"

He clearly didn't expect the guy to be so emotional.

He even wanted to turn the tables and slaughter all those who hired him.

Sure enough, once people start work they inevitably harbor resentment; especially with unscrupulous bosses, they hate them so much they'd shoot them daily.

Actually Lu Yang has never seriously dealt with mercenaries; the previous Quí Láng, strictly speaking, wasn't a proper mercenary, more like a robbery‑and‑killing bandit.

Lu Yang's impression of mercenaries mainly comes from movies and TV; the stereotype is that mercenaries have big beards, are capricious, kill indiscriminately, ignore law and rules, and any job pays millions of dollars.

But the guy they met this time is cowardly, miserable, pitiful, and his look resembles the infamous Sanhe God.

His gear is a hodgepodge, clearly not a set, and it's unclear where he got it.

Although Lu Yang doesn't know the market, he thinks for such a small sum, why risk a life?

With time like this, stealing rebar and cables from a construction site is more promising, at least you won't die.

Lu Yang turned his head, covered his mouth with his hand, and whispered, "Are mercenaries always this pathetic?"

Bai Yuan shook his head: "The ones I've met and fought before were all quite formidable; this cowardly, death‑fearing type is my first encounter."

Lu Yang: "Is it possible that there were similar low‑level types before, but before they could beg for mercy, you already eliminated them?"

Bai Yuan nodded seriously: "Makes sense!"

"How about we let this one go first and see what the other says?"

"Alright."

Lu Yang re‑gagged Tamur's mouth and also removed the thing from the other red‑brown‑haired man's mouth.

The guy already has a simple bandage on his abdomen, but due to prior massive blood loss his already pale complexion turned even paler, perhaps also because he's Caucasian.

Lu Yang asked in English, "Did you hear what your companion said? Confess and be lenient, resist and be severe!"

The red‑brown‑haired man stared coldly, "Do you know who I am?"

Bang!

Lu Yang slapped him across the face.

The man who took the slap fell to the side, and half his face instantly swelled.

"Still pretty arrogant, daring to threaten me?"

"I, I was just asking if you recognize me."

"You damn it, caring whether I know you, and then testing me?"

"My name is Valentin Gotei......"

"So?"

"My father, Jiabriel."

"Never heard of him."

Lu Yang turned his head toward Bai Yuan: "Have you heard of him?"

Bai Yuan furrowed his brows, feeling like he'd heard it somewhere: "Jiabriel, Jiabri… your surname is Gotei, what relation are you to him?"

"I am his younger son."

"Who is this Bugatti Veyron?"

"He is......"

Bai Yuan was about to explain, but paused.

Some intelligence is restricted by confidentiality clauses and cannot be disclosed.

Although Lu Yang is decent, has ties with the Jiaolong, and this cooperation was pleasant, he is still not an insider.

"Nothing, not important."

Lu Yang first frowned, then immediately understood his meaning.

"Looks down on our regular troops, lacking intelligence clearance, right?"

He stared at the red‑brown‑haired man and asked again, "What was your father's full name again?"

The man with reddish‑brown hair inhaled deeply and said, "My father, Gabriel Gotie!"

Lu Yang let out a sound, tossed the query to the system, and soon got an answer.

There are only three people in the world with that name.

One died and was buried during the First World War.

The second runs a barbershop in Italy, trimming people's beards.

The third has a notable background: a senior sergeant in the French Foreign Legion, thirty years of service, having fought in South Africa, Somalia, Ilek and other places, possessing extremely rich and exaggerated combat experience, truly the Legion's chief instructor.

According to the system's data, Gabriel Gotie is currently active; he is a legitimate French soldier bound by military discipline.

Although many in the Foreign Legion become mercenaries after retirement, that is a personal post‑service choice and cannot be regulated.

However, if immediate relatives of active‑duty key personnel engage in illegal mercenary activities, that strictly crosses the line and is not permitted.

If this kid is exposed for taking part in illegal mercenary, smuggling, or armed crime, his father's military career will be essentially ruined and his reputation tarnished.

Lu Yang truly didn't expect the kid to be so much of a troublemaker for his father.

Being caught himself is one thing, but dragging his own father into the water truly makes him a prime example of a rebellious second‑generation soldier.

Bai Yuan clearly knows his father's background; special forces need to connect internationally and often have international competitions.

Lu Yang thinks Bai Yuan may have met and dealt with this guy's father, perhaps even sparred on the international stage.

"You watch the two of them; I'll step out to make a call."

Bai Yuan reminded him, preparing to report the situation upward.

What was originally just an armed‑crime matter now involves a higher level.

Therefore it must be reported to Headquarters for higher‑level decision on how to handle it.

Just as Bai Yuan stepped away, Valentin exhaled in relief, grateful that his father's name worked, helping him avoid a disaster and sparing him from brutal interrogation.

But looking up, he saw Lu Yang rubbing his chin, licking his tongue, grinning mischievously at him, as if staring at a smooth, shiny piece of aluminum.

Valentin felt a bit panicked: "What are you going to do?"

Lu Yang's smile grew more brazen, even reaching out to touch his face: "I'm not doing anything."

Terrified, Valentin kept shrinking toward the corner, almost thinking Lu Yang had some perverse fetish.

Tamur beside him was also terrified, cold sweat pouring down in torrents, his body tense.

Even though he has weathered many storms over the years, this situation is a first for him.

Lu Yang crouched down, looking at Valentin: "I served in the army, my son becomes a mercenary—classic rebellious second‑generation soldier, huh?"

Valentin's eyes widened; he hadn't expected Lu Yang to know everything.

Lu Yang: "You probably wouldn't want to be out there as a mercenary, engaging in illegal crimes, getting caught red‑handed, and have your father in France find out, would you?"

Valentin's complexion changed: "Wait, you—you, are you a Longguo person or a Sakura person?"

Lu Yang, furious, raised his hand and delivered a heavy slap: "Your little mouth sounds like it's been smeared with honey, such filthy insults; I'm a true descendant of the dragon!"