The moment the off-road vehicle overturned, Nis jumped up, dropped the TAC-50, and rushed over with an AK74.

Joja was methodically clearing the remaining living things in the camp. He signaled Kaman to follow Nis and not let her suffer. Then he shot and killed a terrorist who was on fire and screaming as he ran around.

Originally, the rocket would not have caused such great damage, but those rough terrorists used a fuel truck to put the last shovel of dirt on their own graves.

Under the spread of the fire, Dorian could no longer stay in the warehouse prison. Soon, he led a large number of hostages out of it, dragging a large group of people into the upwind desert, and then lay on the ground and burst into laughter of surviving the disaster.

When the fuel truck exploded just now, Dorian's heart stopped in fear. Fortunately, the fuel truck was on the east side, and the camp buildings were all brick and stone structures, so the fire spread relatively slowly. Otherwise, this would not be a rescue, but a roast of hostages.

Joja squatted on the ground, waiting until the flames burned through all the buildings in the camp, confirming that no terrorists would survive. Then he put away his rifle and turned to walk towards the overturned off-road vehicle in the distance.

As he passed by the hostages, Joja gave Dorian a thumbs up and said with a smile, "Well done, remember to charge these bosses, you're going to make a fortune..."

Dorian shook his head and said, "You should take a closer look. Most of these women were kidnapped by Kindweke. Shit, that bitch raised real beasts. If he's not dead, remember to stab him a few more times."

It was only then that Joja noticed that dozens of women, barely dressed, were lying on the ground, gasping for breath.

More than a dozen executives from various countries were gathered together in ragged clothes, and a few of the more fragile ones even burst into tears.

The women's conditions were generally worse. Joja could imagine what they had been through, but he was indeed powerless and didn't even have a way to help them.

Subconsciously avoiding the hostages' gazes, Joja quickened his pace and walked to the off-road vehicle in the distance.

A black man with a mouthful of gold teeth was now holding his thigh and wailing in pain on the ground.

The driver of the off-road vehicle had been killed, and a terrorist in the back seat had his neck wiped by Kaman. The black man in a suit who had been in contact with Yellow Boss today stood there honestly, looking at the gold-toothed man being tortured, his face full of regret and unwillingness.

Seeing the gold-toothed man glaring at Nis, Joja pulled out his pistol and shot him in both shoulders, cutting off his ability to fight back. Then he said to Nis, "Kaman is in charge of recording. Ask him why he went to the hotel for a massacre? If he doesn't say, cut him one slice at a time."

As he spoke, Joja looked at the still calm black man in the suit and didn't wait for him to speak before shooting him twice in the knee.

The black man in the suit screamed in pain, his knees buckled, and he lay down on the ground in an awkward motion.

Faced with the aggressive Joja, the black man in the suit wailed and raised his hand to indicate that he wanted to speak, but Joja shot through his left hand.

Watching the black man in the suit holding his left hand with his only intact right hand, bending over and letting out a painful roar, Joja took out his cell phone, squatted in front of him, and said, "Who are you? Who do you work for? Was the Kindweke militia's attack on the hotel instigated by you?"

As he spoke, Joja looked at the black man in the suit's pained face and said coldly, "Don't lie to me. You're the one in the suit, and that black guy next to you will definitely confess.

From now on, if there is any inconsistency in your confessions, I will cut something off your bodies."

Joja thought he was intimidating enough, but he didn't expect the black man in the suit to be even tougher than he thought.

Hearing Joja's threat, the black man in the suit spat a bloody saliva at Joja and said, "I'm dead anyway, so why should I speak?

You can ask that black guy and see how much he knows."

Joja shook his head as he filmed with his phone and said, "By saying that, you're proving that you're afraid of death. You think we can't get anything out of that guy, right?"

As he spoke, Joja looked at the black man in the suit, who seemed resigned to death, and shook his head, "How did you, a black man, get into the British intelligence department?

You don't seem very smart, otherwise, you should have run away when there was no news from those ten soldiers and a journalist for so long.

Do you have another companion in the Khartoum Viss Hotel? I'll find him!"

The black man in the suit's expression finally changed at this point. He looked at Joja in shock and said, "Who are you? A Chinese field agent?"

Joja shook his head and said, "You tell me your full identity first, and then I'll give you a quick death.

Otherwise, your painful execution will be posted on the internet, and I guess you must have a family. What do you think they would think when they see your death?"

There is no such thing as preferring death to humiliation in Europe and America. The black man in the suit knew he was doomed, so why should he be humiliated?

In just a few minutes, all ten of Kindweke's fingers had been cut off by that crazy woman.

Kindweke, who had once dominated Darfur, was now like a dog waiting to be slaughtered, wailing and begging for mercy while answering questions.

Seeing Joja pull out a dagger with a helpless expression, the black man in the suit stretched out his only intact hand and said, "I'll talk. My name is William Kahr, a British MI5 agent, of course, they won't admit my existence.

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My mission is to disrupt the SD situation, so I instigated Kindweke to attack Khartoum 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 set up a trading scene."

As he spoke, the black man in the suit put down his hand, looked into Joja's eyes, and said, "OK, give me a quick death. I won't say a word about the rest because you're recording, and if the content gets out, my family will be humiliated because of me."

Joja kindly turned off his phone and then curiously asked, "You instigated Kindweke to attack the hotel and massacre people, just to create chaos and kidnap hostages?

Didn't you have a specific target?"

The black man in the suit frowned and said, "I just need to make a big fuss, and the bigger the fuss, the better. When the world's attention is focused on SD, I can have more room to operate."

Upon hearing this, Joja shook his head and laughed, "So your attack on the hotel has nothing to do with Gaddafi's secret base, right?"

Seeing the astonished expression on the black man in the suit's face, Joja pulled the trigger and shot through his head.

Watching Nis finish asking questions and cut Kindweke's throat with a knife, she sat down on the ground in despair. Joja sympathetically walked over, helped her up, and said, "Your brother's death is a pity and a bit of a miscarriage of justice, but you can only look forward. What else can you do?"