Chapter 43: 43 The Unjust Death

The moment the SUV rolled over, Nis leapt to her feet, dropping her TAC-50 and rushing over with an AK74 in her arms. Joe Ga methodically continued clearing out the remaining living targets at the camp, signaling Karman to follow Nis and make sure she didn't suffer any disadvantage, then he shot and killed a terrorist whose body was ablaze and who was screaming as he ran around wildly. The rocket shouldn't have caused such extensive damage, but those rough terrorists had laid the final shovelful of dirt on their own graves by using a fuel tanker. As the fire spread, Dorian could no longer stay put in the warehouse jail and soon he rushed out with a large number of hostages, dragging and pulling a large group into the desert upwind, then lying on the ground and bursting into loud laughter, relieved to have survived the ordeal. When the fuel truck exploded earlier, Dorian's heartbeat had nearly stopped from fright, thankfully the fuel truck was to the east and the camp's buildings were made of brick and stone, so the spread of the fire was slow. Otherwise, this would not have been about rescuing people, but roasting hostages alive. Joe Ga crouched on the ground, waiting until the flames had completely consumed the buildings in the camp, ensuring no terrorists would survive. Only then did he put his rifle away and turn to head towards the overturned SUV in the distance. As he passed the hostages, Joe Ga gave Dorian a thumbs-up and said with a smile, "Well done. Remember to charge these bosses – you're going to be rich..." Dorian shook his head and said, "You should take a closer look, most of them are women kidnapped by Jindawei, shit, that son of a bitch is a real beast. If he's not dead, remember to stab him a few more times." It was only then that Joe Ga noticed the dozens of nearly naked women lying on the ground, gasping for air. About a dozen disheveled executives from various countries were huddled together, with some of the more fragile ones crying out. The condition of the women was generally worse, and Joe Ga could imagine what they had been through, but he truly was powerless to help, without even a means to aid them. Averting his gaze subconsciously from the hostages, Joe Ga quickened his pace toward the overturned SUV in the distance. A black strongman with a mouth full of gold teeth was now clutching his thigh on the ground, wailing in pain. The driver of the SUV had been shot dead, a terrorist in the backseat had his throat slit by Karman, and the black man in a suit who had met with Boss Huang today stood there honestly, watching as the gold-toothed strongman was tortured, his face full of vexation and indignation. Seeing the gold-toothed strongman glaring fiercely at Nis, Joe Ga drew his pistol and fired a shot into each of his shoulders, eliminating his ability to fight back. He then told Nis, "Karman is in charge of recording. Nis, ask him why he wanted to massacre at the hotel. If he doesn't talk, start slicing him one cut at a time." Without waiting for the suited black man to speak, Joe Ga fired two shots into his knees. The suited black man let out a scream of pain and collapsed to the ground in an awkward pose. Facing the menacing Joe Ga, the suited black man wailed, raising his hands to indicate he wanted to speak, but Joe Ga shot through his left hand. Watching the suited black man hug his left hand with his only intact right hand, bending over and letting out a painful howl, Joe Ga took out his phone, squatted in front of him, and said, "Who are you? Whom do you work for? Was the attack on the hotel by Jindawei militia on your instigation?" As he spoke, Joe Ga, looking at the anguished face of the suited black man, said coldly, "Don't lie to me. Even if you are a Tough Guy, that black bastard next to you will surely confess. From now on, if there is any discrepancy between your testimonies, I'll start cutting things off your bodies." Joe Ga thought he was intimidating enough, but the suited black man turned out to be tougher than he expected. S~eaʀᴄh the nôvelFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Hearing Joe Ga's threat, the suit-clad black man, his mouth full of blood, spat a bloody saliva at Joe Ga and said, "I'm a dead man, so why should I talk? "You might as well ask that nigga and see how much he knows." Joe Ga held up his phone, recording while shaking his head, "You say that as if you're afraid of dying, thinking we won't get anything out of that guy, right?" As he spoke, Joe Ga looked at the suit-clad black man, who was resigned to his fate, and shook his head, "How did a nigga like you infiltrate the British intelligence services? "You don't seem too bright, otherwise you would have fled long ago when there was no news from those ten soldiers and one journalist for so long. "Do you also have a partner at the Khartoum Vis Hotel? I'll go find him!" At this point, the expression on the suit-clad black man finally changed, he looked at Joe Ga in shock and asked, "Who the hell are you? A field operative from China?" Joe Ga shook his head and said, "First, you tell me your full identity, and then I'll give you a swift end. "Otherwise, the graphic scenes from your execution will be uploaded to the internet. I guess you have a family; what will they think when they see the way you died?" In Europe and America, there's no such thing as preferring death over disgrace, and the suit-clad black man knew he was doomed, so why endure the humiliation. In just a few minutes, all ten fingers of the Jindawei guest had been cut off by that crazy woman. The Jindawei guest, once dominant in Darfur, now whimpered like a dog about to be slaughtered, pleading and answering questions. Seeing Joe Ga pull out a dagger with a helpless face, the suit-clad black man stretched his only intact hand forward and said, "I've told you, my name is William Kah, a secret agent with the MI5, of course, they will never acknowledge my existence. "My mission was to create chaos within SD, and so I incited Jindawei to attack Kamu and kidnapped many people. "When one of the Chinese hostages said he could get weapons, I had my colleague contact a reporter from Agence France-Presse, and then set up trade at the scene." Saying this, the suit-clad black man lowered his hand, looking into Joe Ga's eyes he said, "OK, make it quick for me. I won't say another word about the rest, because you're recording. If this gets out, my family will be shamed because of me." Joe Ga amiably turned off the phone, then curiously asked, "Did you really incite Jindawei to massacre the hotel, just to create chaos and kidnap hostages? "Didn't you have a specific target?" The suit-clad black man frowned and replied, "I just needed to make a big scene, the bigger, the better, so that when the whole world's attention was on SD, I would have more room to maneuver." Upon hearing this, Joe Ga shook his head with a wry smile, "So, your attack on the hotel had nothing to do with Gaddafi's secret base, right?" Seeing the bewildered look on the suit-clad black man's face, Joe Ga pulled the trigger and shot through his head. Watching Nis cut the throat of the infamous Jindawei after getting the answers, then sitting on the ground in despair, Joe Ga walked over with sympathy, helped her up, and said, "The way your brother died is regrettable and somewhat unjustified, but you can only look forward. Otherwise, what can you do?"