"Wrong? No, they're just scared," Captain Reinhard Tristan Eugen said with a calm smile. When his gaze turned, settled steadily on the other party, the female reporter met his gaze...
She felt one word: "Deathly silence!"
"In the Northern Army, there has never been a precedent for using legal proceedings against drug traffickers. If we were to start now, wouldn't the judges be overwhelmed? To avoid environmental pollution from gunpowder, I opted for burial alive. Perhaps several hundred years from now, this will still be a fertile land."
Listening to his words, the female reporter shuddered, recalling his nickname: "Follower of Death."
In just six hours, he and his squad had killed no fewer than 2,000 captured drug traffickers!
Among them, he had one hundred drug traffickers lie down, and then... ran them over with a road roller. It was said that the reporters present at the time all vomited and probably would never eat pizza again in their lives.
