Zhou Quan quietly listened to the foreigner John's confession. Although his observations of John's microexpressions had already confirmed that he was not lying,
to be on the safe side, Zhou Quan still decided to let the other foreigner, Alec, experience waterboarding as well.
Of course, Zhou Quan would never admit that he simply wanted to use these methods on the foreigners.
"Go and see what the other foreigner has to say!"
Zhou Quan watched the changes in John's expression as he gave orders to the three capable men beside him.
At that moment, John's expression was perfectly normal, which clearly proved that he had indeed held nothing back.
"Yes, sir!"
He Wenzhan, Lau Bo-keung, and Chow Sing Sing stood at attention and saluted, then gathered up the wet towel and bucket and headed without hesitation toward the room holding the other foreigner.
Glancing at John, who was handcuffed to the chair, Zhou Quan unlocked the cuffs on his limbs.
Cuffing him to a chair made it convenient to apply those methods, but it was not enough to ensure that the foreigner could not escape.
After all, once that chair fell apart, he would immediately regain his freedom.
Zhou Quan still needed to deal with the terrorists at Zhonggang Warehouse No. 7 afterward, so he had to make absolutely certain this foreigner stayed put.
After suspending John by his hands, cuffed behind his back to the window security bars, Zhou Quan finally clapped his hands in satisfaction.
Then he paid John no further attention and went over to sit in another, clean chair.
He took out his mobile phone and called his uncle.
Every terrorist at Zhonggang Warehouse No. 7 was equipped with a high-quality pistol.
With two M16s and three MP5s on top of that, their firepower almost rivaled that