The Senior Police Sergeant laughed at once and pulled the Dagger out of the freckled man's eye, causing the man to scream in agony again.
Brave's face turned ugly, his legs growing weak.
"Who are you? CIA? FBI? DEA?"
"We're just military advisors hired by drug traffickers!" Brave regained his senses and quickly shook his head.
The Senior Police Sergeant stared at him, then suddenly grabbed his clothes and dragged him toward a Humvee.
"What are you doing! What are you doing!" Brave yelled in terror.
The other man shoved his head under the tire and gestured to the policeman in the car, who hit the gas, and the engine roared violently.
"I'll ask again! Who are you!" the Senior Police Sergeant shouted loudly.
"Advisors, we're just ordinary advisors!"
The Senior Police Sergeant let go of his hold on his head, slowly stood up, and Brave gasped for air. He lay prone on the ground, his hands tied behind his back, directly biting into a mouthful of mud as his chest heaved rapidly.
