Chapter 101: How About… Surrendering?
“Alright, stop playing around. There are only three people left on the other side, and one rookie looks like he’s about to break down.”
The Assassin mercifully fired a shot at the Ostrich, sending him off peacefully and steadily.
“Tch, boring!”
Vulture knew the priorities of the matter. He just wanted to toy with the rookies a bit, but he didn’t expect their mental resilience to be so poor.
However, not everyone was poor at it. The Assassin and Vulture could clearly see through the telescopic sight that Chang Ning’s expression was clearly one of hesitation. Could he know something?
The Assassin and Vulture had agreed to come help Gao Zhong Dui precisely because of Chang Ning, so they naturally focused most of their attention on him.
Therefore, even though there was heavy fog in the forest, they could still find ways to observe Chang Ning’s whereabouts.
After three consecutive shots, the Dud Squadron was completely wiped out.
To be safe, neither of them hurried out of the position.
Instead, they carefully observed for a while. Once the anesthetic took effect, they then took out signal guns to notify the others to come carry the “corpses.”
The rookies were equipped with live ammunition. If they capsized here, they wouldn’t even qualify as martyrs; it’d be a total loss.
Gao Zhong Dui, who had long been ambushed around the Dud Squadron, saw the signal flare rise into the sky and knew the Assassin had succeeded on his own. He immediately led his men to the site of the engagement and transferred the “corpses” to the pre-prepared prisoner of war camp.
“I’ll leave this kid Chang Ning to you two.”
Gao Zhong Dui had his men tie Chang Ning to a chair and said to the Assassin.
This was what he had agreed with the Assassin beforehand: the Assassin’s help was conditional on them handling Chang Ning’s interrogation.
“Don’t worry, we’ll let him see just how miserable the result is for someone in our line of work once captured.”
Vulture said with a smile, though it made everyone feel a chill down their spines.
“Splash~”
After Gao Zhong Dui left with his men, the Assassin picked up a bucket of water and splashed it on Chang Ning’s face.
Chang Ning, who had just woken up, felt his mind was like a lump of mush, and his whole body was sore and weak, unsure if it was a side effect of the anesthetic agent.
“Since you’re awake, answer a few questions to avoid physical suffering!”
Hearing the voice, Chang Ning realized his current situation was not good. Even knowing it was training, he wouldn’t escape the suffering.
“What do you want to know?”
Chang Ning said this in English, which was reasonable as an outstanding graduate of Yanjing University who could speak several foreign languages.
Good grief, switching to a foreign language at the drop of a hat. The Assassin and Vulture had never seen such a newcomer.
“Your military unit number, commander, military rank, name, and operation plan.”
The Assassin also communicated with Chang Ning in English, using it very fluently.
Back in the day, he had represented the military unit in competitions abroad, and those foreigners wouldn’t speak Huaxia language with him.
“Sorry, I can’t tell you. What you’re asking is all classified.
How about you two ask something else, like the international situation? I guarantee I’ll tell you everything I know.”
Chang Ning started talking nonsense, avoiding the key points.
In the monitor room, Gao Zhong Dui was very satisfied with Chang Ning’s performance. Because from the moment Chang Ning woke up, his emotions had been extremely stable, without any negative displays.
“Fine, give him the punishment.
I’ve seen plenty of people like you. After the punishment, you’ll be desperate to spill everything you know.
Let me tell you, just tell me what I want to know and avoid the physical suffering, isn’t that better?”
The Assassin earnestly persuaded him, putting on a “I’m doing this for your own good” face.
Seeing Chang Ning just staying silent, the Assassin was satisfied inwardly, but given his current persona, he had to act annoyed and furious.
So he immediately subjected Chang Ning to severe torture, going straight for the agent.
Vulture took out a syringe and dangled it in front of Chang Ning: “This is good stuff, it’s been selling hot on the international market lately.
They say this thing stimulates all the nerves in the body, making one feel the pain of being burned.
Kid, last chance: will you talk or not?”
“I really can’t say. Go ahead with the punishment; I’m ready.”
Chang Ning’s nonchalant attitude made the Assassin, who had been observing his reaction, start to wonder if they had been exposed.
‘Probably not.’
The Assassin dismissed the possibility in his mind. He had just reviewed all the details of the operation, and there were no exposures.
With him saying that, Vulture felt like he owed it to Chang Ning not to administer it.
Speaking of which, this Chang Ning was really a weirdo. Other rookies at this stage would either curse loudly or cry for their parents; this was the first time they’d seen one like Chang Ning.
Three pairs of eyes watched the agent being slowly injected into the body, one pair belonging to Chang Ning himself.
Don’t let Chang Ning’s carefree performance fool you; when he saw the unknown agent enter his body, he was panicking inside.
At first, he didn’t feel much, just a bit of heat around his body. Later, it got hotter and hotter, accompanied by intense stinging pain.
The scary part was that this pain wasn’t continuous but intermittent, like tides, wave after wave relentlessly assaulting the interrogatee’s psychological defenses.
For a moment, the interrogation room was filled with constant screams, the shrill voice carrying far and sounding quite frightening.
Luckily, there was no one in these deep mountains and old forests; otherwise, scaring the civilians would be bad.
Chang Ning now truly understood the phrase “every day feels like a year.” The stinging pain kept battering his psychological defenses, and he could only pray for the drug’s effect to pass quickly.
After an unknown amount of time, the drug effect finally wore off. Chang Ning was drenched in his own sweat, and he started to look wilted.
“How’s that? Not a good feeling, huh? Tell me what you know, and not only will I let you go, I’ll give you a large sum of money.”
The Assassin placed the silver briefcase on the table and opened it. Perhaps due to the light, Chang Ning felt the stacks of Dollars glowing green.
“So much money.”
Chang Ning’s voice was full of vigor, showing no sign of having been tortured. If not for his earlier miserable screams, Vulture would have suspected Gao Zhong Dui had given them glucose injections.
“So, what do you think? We can talk about everything.”
The Assassin’s words were gentle, guiding Chang Ning step by step. The implication was that he could offer more money.
“Not enough!”
Chang Ning naturally got the hint and promptly asked the Assassin to up the offer. He respected Hui Lang from the bottom of his heart; how could a mere million Dollars buy him off!
In the monitor room, Gao Zhong Dui, who had been quite satisfied with Chang Ning’s unyielding aura earlier, now had an ugly expression, and the atmosphere around him grew heavy.
He had been very satisfied with Chang Ning in every aspect, but who would have thought this kid would be corrupted by money.
Though no one dislikes wine, women, wealth, or fame, people in their profession couldn’t touch any of it.
“Get this kid out of here! I don’t want to see him again!”
Gao Zhong Dui said with red eyes; he was very disappointed in Chang Ning.
If Chang Ning failed this test, his military career would end here. No special forces unit would want him, and back in his original unit, no one would look kindly on him.
“Oh, you like money? You should have said so earlier. If you had, we definitely would’ve satisfied you and spared you the suffering.
Name a number, and we’ll scrape it together for you right away!”
The Assassin pretended to be delighted.
Vulture, who had been watching the show, now looked at Chang Ning with unfriendly eyes. No one knew what he was thinking.
“Really!
In that case, how about… I surrender to you?”
Chang Ning probed.
