No one responded to Song Heping's inquiry.
This made his heart skip a beat.
So he asked again: "Who is Curtis?"
One of the US Army Special Soldiers coldly said: "He's not here."
Song Heping frowned: "You mean he got blown up inside the mountain?"
"Don't know."
That US Army Special Soldier seemed to deeply loathe mentioning the name "Curtis," his tone sounded unfriendly.
Song Heping couldn't be bothered to argue with him any longer and went straight to Rabbani to ask, "Where is Curtis?"
"I don't know."
Rabbani was lying on the ground, face down, his voice muffled and strange as he spoke.
Song Heping looked around, wondering if Curtis had been unintentionally killed during the firefight.
But on second thought, that didn't seem right either.
If Curtis had been here, then the three US Army soldiers would have surely pointed him out and not let the traitor live another second.
A terrifying thought crossed his mind.
"Damn it!"
Song Heping turned around and saw Willi, who had packed up his equipment and come over, and said: "Curtis might not be here after all."
"Not here?"
Clearly, even Willi was taken aback.
"Blown up in the mountain?"
"If that were the case, Rabbani would have answered by now."
Song Heping suddenly realized what Rabbani was thinking and turned to kick him hard in the waist.
It was a spot close to the kidneys.
Song Heping's kick was vicious and forceful, causing Rabbani to squeal like a pig in a slaughterhouse.
"Speak, where is Curtis?"
While speaking, Song Heping pulled out a pistol equipped with a silencer and fired a shot into Rabbani's shoulder.
Hisss—
A burst of flame came out of the muzzle.
"Ahhhhhh!!!"
Rabbani cried out miserably with a sobbing voice, screaming as if his heart was being torn apart.
Song Heping continued: "Rabbani, you translate. Tell him I'm serious. If he doesn't confess the truth, I'll torture him to death."
Moretti said, "Want me to give it a try?"
"No time left," Song Heping replied. "If we had time, I wouldn't object to your tormenting, but their reinforcements are on the way."
Having said that, he saw Rabbani still had no intention of fessing up to lighten the punishment, so he raised his hand and fired another shot.
This shot hit the heel.
This time, the bullet became lodged in the bone, shattering the leg bone.
"You still have one good hand and one good foot, make your choice—speak, or not? Where is Curtis?"
As he spoke, he didn't delay a moment, still aiming the gun and pointing it around on Rabbani's body, as though selecting a better point of impact.
"He's not here! You maniac!"
Rabbani finally couldn't bear it anymore.
He realized that if he didn't speak up, this guy really would keep shooting holes into him until he bled to death.
"Where?" Song Heping's tone was very calm, devoid of any emotion.
Rabbani hesitated for a moment.
Pop—
The third bullet was fired by Song Heping.
This time it was the other shoulder.
The bullet got lodged in the bone upon entry, and Song Heping was very selective in his aim.
It wouldn't hurt so much if it just passed through.
But lodged in the bone, even a slight move would cause excruciating pain.
Rabbani certainly knew the importance of Curtis.
After revealing that Curtis wasn't here, his pain had somewhat subsided, making him feel as if he had woken up again.