"You son of a bitch! What are you trying to do?! Where did you get a nuclear bomb?!" Price roared as he struck him.
"Who planned this?!" Price shouted as he continued beating him.
Jiang Yan Hai silently walked over and picked up Assad's phone. He actually knew who it was. He had not led the team here to capture Assad, either; he wanted to prove one thing: there was something inside the heads of people like Assad!
That was all. As for the rest, it would not be difficult for the people behind him to investigate. Once Assad was captured, uncovering the people behind him would be easy.
He silently had Er Dan begin breaking into the phone. In fact, there was no need to hack it; the name was already saved in Assad's contacts.
Zakayev... a Sand Bear native. Naturally, he was another terrorist.
Assad kept cursing in the local dialect. Jiang Yan Hai understood it, but there was no need to translate. It was nothing more than insults directed at every one of Price's immediate relatives. People like them would never talk under torture.
Just then, the phone in Jiang Yan Hai's hand suddenly rang. Looking at the caller ID, Jiang Yan Hai shook his head slightly. "It's for him." He tossed it directly to Price, who had stopped beating Assad.
Price did not stand on ceremony. He took the phone and answered it. Zakayev's voice came through, but this call... was not meant for Assad. It was meant for Price. Although Price had answered it, Jiang Yan Hai heard it as well.
There was not much substance to it. Zakayev simply told Price to wait for death.
After hearing what was said, Price pulled out his pistol and, without another word, shot Assad in the head.