Chapter 321 - 315 Interrogation
The team medic Tailor, as the only intact member of the Round Table Knights on site and someone with a history of being captured,
faced Mountain Eagle, who wasn’t acting too violently, and said with a wry smile while spreading his hands: "I’m a doctor, so my income is decent.
I will pay, but you have to let my guys go to the hospital, their shoulders have been shot through, and in these conditions, I can only treat simple trauma.
But if the shattered scapula can’t be removed, they’re soon going to die of wound infections."
Saying that, Tailor looked at Robbin, who was already a bit delirious, and said helplessly: "My guys need antibiotic injections, otherwise you’ll get nothing but dead bodies."
Mountain Eagle indeed needed these people alive, because as long as they were, all the problems CIA faced earlier would have a reasonable explanation.
Moreover, Mountain Eagle took a bit of a liking to that Robbin – the guy was a very pure soldier...
He could accept the life-and-death encounters on the battlefield but couldn’t tolerate his teammates bullying the weak.
From this perspective, Robbin was the only one who possessed a bit of the knightly demeanor, whereas the others had been thoroughly marinated by the mercenaries’ trade.
Waving his hand, Mountain Eagle signaled Daria to dig out the medicine from Tailor’s bag and inject a dose of strong antibiotics into the groggy Robbin...
Watching the fellow’s breathing stabilize somewhat, Mountain Eagle turned to Tailor and said: "You are mercenaries, so you should be clear that you don’t enjoy the protection of the Geneva Convention, meaning any methods I use on you are justifiable...
You’ve suffered enough already; certainly, you don’t want me to burn your dicks with a lighter to make you talk.