Chapter 1985: Trading Bird Guns for Cannons

Seeing this scene, the three men were almost instantly paralyzed with fear.

Because they knew very well that if this group of men in black could silently dispose of their nine brothers, it proved that the strength of this group was likely beyond anything they could imagine.

This also meant that the three of them would not be able to escape their own doom!

Just as the three were in extreme terror, several more subordinates carried in four unconscious men. One of them spoke up: "Hall Master, we found four drivers in the four cars, and there are two more unconscious women hidden in the trunks."

Seeing that their brothers in the cars had also been captured, the three immediately realized that they were completely finished this time.

At this moment, Wan Pojun, dressed in black combat gear, stepped in front of the three and asked coldly: "Among the twelve of you, who is the boss?"

The three were too scared to speak, their minds racing as they thought about how to escape.

Seeing that they wouldn't speak, Wan Pojun immediately reached out, gripped the throat of the man in front, and pressed his thumb against the man's Adam's apple. With a little force, the man's face turned beet red, and though he was in extreme pain, he couldn't make a sound.

Wan Pojun stared at him and said coldly: "If you still don't speak, I'll snap your neck. Anyway, if you don't talk, I have a dozen more people I can ask one by one; someone will eventually talk!"

The man's eyes widened in terror, and he nodded desperately.

Seeing this, Wan Pojun released his thumb, finally allowing the man to breathe normally.

Immediately after, the man pointed at an unconscious white man on the ground and gasped: "He... he is our boss..."

Wan Pojun immediately shoved the man to the ground, then strode over to the unconscious leader, grabbed him by the hair, and hauled him straight up from the floor.

The intense pain in his scalp caused the man to wake up instantly. He looked at Wan Pojun in panic and blurted out: "Who... who are you..."

Wan Pojun said coldly: "I'm asking you, where are you going to rendezvous next?"

The man was too scared to make a sound.

Because he knew very well that if he spoke, Andrei would kill him once he found out.

Seeing him remain silent, Wan Pojun pulled out a dagger and, without blinking, plunged it between his left ribs.

The man never expected Wan Pojun to start stabbing right away. The wound was heart-wrenchingly painful, and the intense sensation shot straight from the wound into his internal organs.

Before he could even scream, Wan Pojun smiled and said: "Don't be afraid. I haven't hit any vital organs yet. Besides, this knife of mine has no blood groove; your skin and subcutaneous fat will seal the blade well, so not a single drop of blood will leak out."

Hearing this, the man turned even paler with fright.

Wan Pojun waved his other hand at his subordinate, who immediately presented a micro-syringe.

This syringe was only two or three centimeters long, with a needle about one centimeter long, followed by a soft tube-like reservoir containing about one milliliter of an unknown liquid.

Wan Pojun looked at the man and said calmly: "Your wound must be very painful, right? But don't worry. The medicine I have here has a strong stimulating effect on your nerves. After I inject it, your pain will be magnified a hundred times. You'll feel even more refreshed then."

The man trembled violently. He didn't doubt Wan Pojun's words at all, as he had heard of such things before, but they were items used by top-tier agents, and he had never had the chance to encounter them.

Seeing that this group was extremely strong and highly professional, he realized they must have a significant background, so having such drugs was a matter of course.

Just as he was in extreme terror, Wan Pojun had already inserted the needle into his neck.

The needle was very thin and short, much smaller than a standard blood-drawing needle. Under normal circumstances, being pricked by such a needle wouldn't be too painful, but he felt that after the needle was inserted, an intense pain rapidly spread from the puncture site, and the sensation and intensity of the pain were constantly rising.

Wan Pojun said: "The needle tip might have a tiny bit of medicine, so you should already be feeling a little something. However, that tiny bit of medicine at the tip only accounts for one-thousandth of the total dose. You can imagine what it will feel like when I inject the whole dose into your body. I tell you, by then, every time you breathe, it will feel like you've inhaled a pile of broken glass into your windpipe!"

The man screamed in terror: "No, please, I beg you, no... I'll talk... I'll tell you everything!"

Ten minutes later. ===== CHAPTER 1986 =====