Twenty minutes later, beside the command vehicle, an area was temporarily outlined by glow sticks and car headlights into a pale white circle, forming a small interrogation site separated from the surrounding darkness.
The prisoners were dragged over roughly by the mercenaries.
Their arms were bound behind them, with dirty burlap sacks over their heads, their steps stumbling, almost being thrown into the center of the circle.
Kneeling on the rough gravel ground, the sharp stones painfully pressed against their knees.
A burly mercenary roughly tore off their hoods.
The sudden light made the two squint uncomfortably.
The door of the command vehicle swung open, and Song Heping's figure appeared in front of them, then he slowly walked up to the two prisoners and stopped.
He examined them calmly in the light.
