Late at night, the secret camp of the Central Government.

Joanna lay on the simple camp bed, her bright eyes staring at the dark roof, her ears listening to the movement outside, and silently calculating in her heart the time when the mysterious man was sent to the interrogation room.

Since ancient times, there has been a saying that "below the three trees, there is no way to get it." This means that as long as the torture is followed, you have to recruit whatever the crime wants.

Although the official in the feudal era was shady, he was quite "tolerant" in dealing with criminals. Even if he was punished, he still had to take advantage of the situation and love the people as much as his son. The so-called punishment is not too outrageous.

Compared with the official's case trial, the intelligence organization has no "love the people as if they are sons" for spy interrogation during the war. As long as they can obtain intelligence, there is no moral pressure when using various means. They use medicine, torture, tricks, and threaten the other party's relatives... They do everything they can.

Therefore, once intelligence personnel are arrested, the hope of survival is very slim. Even if they escape by chance, the possibility of regaining trust is very small. They may even be strictly interrogated by their own people, and will not be recognized and understood for life, and will not prove their innocence.

This is also inevitable in a cruel war or struggle environment, because the destructiveness caused by spies is too great and being more cautious may bring disaster to one's own organization.

The problem is that intelligence personnel are also humans and want to survive. If they do not give a way out to survive besides surrender, these people may choose to cooperate with the enemy as soon as they are arrested. This result is something that no one wants.

Therefore, after being captured by the enemy, as long as the agents are sure that the online and offline have retreated, they can disclose some unimportant or agreed false information to the enemy.

Of course, sometimes the arrested person cannot determine this, which requires the arrested person to delay the time as much as possible. The longer the time delays, the greater the probability that the companion will receive the message and withdraw it.

And that mysterious man has been persisting for 13 hours.

For 13 hours, Joanna could imagine everything that the other party had encountered. From the interrogation of Jiao Zhonghang, Zhou Yujun and Sun Qitai could see that these spies had no human nature and were extremely vicious.

The faint moonlight shone into the house through the curtains. She bit her lip but didn't make a sound because she didn't know if the enemy was listening, so she could only hide her worries deep in her heart.

The bright moon slowly sets, a light red appears in the sky, the crowing sound of roosters comes from afar, and a new day is coming.

In the early morning, more than a dozen spies walked out of the interrogation area with their mouths yawning, with blood all over their bodies, faces and hands. These people were cursing and saying something while walking.

"MD, Meng Ting's mouth is too hard, even the electric chair is burnt, and she still doesn't say a word. Tell me, what are these dissidents trying to do?"

"Yes, if you say something taboo, I'm convinced. Forget it, let's leave this job to Ma Clepse. He and Meng Ting have an old superior and subordinate."

"Opposite, opposite~"

As they spoke, everyone came to the dormitory area and smashed the door. Mark, who was sleepy, opened the door and heard a huge good news - Xu Enzeng asked him to lead the team to take over the interrogation.

Since Meng Ting was captured near Zhou Yujun's residence, his greatest hero has become like his father and mother don't love him. Not to mention participating in interrogation and investigation, even close to the interrogation area will be driven away by the guards.

I originally thought that my role would end here, but I didn't expect that it would be a turnaround. These wastes could not pry Meng Ting's mouth open. My chance came again, and Mark almost laughed out loud.

After saying a few words, the other party sent him away. Mark quickly put on his clothes and called the "Losers Alliance". His shoulders were high and low, and he walked into the interrogation room with his subordinates in a hurry.

"Director, I'm here."

As soon as he entered the door, he bowed to Xu Enzeng. This man, if you want to climb up, you have to step on yourself into the mud first. It is not embarrassing to bend and stretch a real man.

Seated on the chair, Xu Enzeng, who closed his eyes and rested, opened his eyes, glanced at the other party gently, and said slowly: "Mark, I will give you a chance. As long as you can ask Meng Ting to confess, the position of the Director of the Intelligence Department of the Central Commission for Discipline will be given to you."

Director of Intelligence!

When he heard that he had the chance to become a "living dead", Mark's head buzzed, and a stream of blood rushed straight from the soles of his feet to the sky's spiritual cover, but he was not scared, but happy.

So what if the Director of the Intelligence Department of the Central Commission for Discipline is prone to death? It is better to die than to live like him. Others are afraid of this position, but he is not afraid! Isn’t it just interrogation? He did it!

Mark thrust his chest and promised loudly: "Director, don't worry, if you can't pry Meng Ting's mouth open, you don't need to speak. Ma found a place to apologize himself to avoid dirtying your eyes."

"Okay, OK."

When Xu Enzeng heard this, he waved his hand helplessly and found a place to commit suicide. The other party would rather use his head to guarantee it. He said that he would not defect like Mou Zhiye at that time, and he would be grateful.

After interrupting Mark's swearing, he rubbed his slightly swollen head, turned his head to look at Meng Ting, who was no longer human, and then stood up to remind him after pondering for a moment.

"I will leave the person to you. As long as you are not beaten to death, you are allowed to use any means. I want to know where this guy's superiors and subordinates are, and the arrangements of the underground party in the mountain city and other places.

We have not had much time left, and we must obtain information within 24 hours after the other party is arrested, otherwise the dissidents will grow wings and fly again. Mark, you only have this opportunity.

If it’s not that there is no way, just your name is a taboo, I won’t use you. Now I’ll give you a chance to turn over. Whether it’s a dragon or a worm depends on yourself.”

Leaving this passage, Xu Enzeng quickly walked out of the interrogation room and prepared to go back to the office to lie down. If he didn't rest, he would have to fall down first without waiting for Meng Ting to confess.

Looking at the fat back that was gone, Mark, with an excited face, clenched his fist and smashed his hand, then waved his head at his temporary subordinates and signaled to start the interrogation. Now there are less than 5 hours left before 24 hours, and they can't waste a minute.

"The electric chair is broken, change the surgical forceps and help Chief Meng check the wound."

"If you don't have chili water, add a double amount and then change the water pipe to thicker ones. As long as it is thinner than the nostrils, go quickly."

"Prepare your cardiac injections and adrenaline, and you must not let Chief Meng get into trouble. He is our baby."

After walking around the interrogation room, Mark gave three orders with confidence, one more vicious than the other. While he was hanging out with the bottom of the prison, he was preparing for this day.

Surgical forceps, used to expand wounds, can reuse the original interrogation "results" to achieve the purpose of saving time.

The function of the water pipe is to pour chili water from the nasal cavity into the respiratory tract of the person being interrogated, and to create the greatest pain in the simplest way, which is cheap and easy to use.

The heart acupuncture and adrenaline can not only save people, but also amplify Meng Ting's five senses, making the already severe pain even more unacceptable.

Hearing his words, the "Losers Alliance" were convinced and quickly prepared according to the order. At the same time, they secretly felt sad for Meng Ting. When they met such an old subordinate, the other party was in trouble.

However, Meng Ting was very quiet. Looking at Mark's recklessness, he raised his blood-stained head and smiled hard: "Yes, it does look like a director of intelligence, but if you want to deal with me, this alone is not enough."

"Is that true? Then let's try it."

Faced with the provocation of his old boss, Mark replied coldly, and casually held the surgical forceps shining with metallic luster in his hand, looked at Meng Ting carefully up and down, and finally stopped his eyes on the other party's right arm.

There is a hideous wound torn by a steel whip, which is far away from the aorta, but is full of painful nerves, which is a good place to use torture.

Mark didn't say nonsense, and directly clamped the wound with pliers and pulled it hard. The wound that had stopped bleeding instantly gushed out of blood, instantly dyeing Meng Ting's arms and the ground red.

"Give him an injection!"

Appreciating his "masterpiece", Mark asked Meng Ting to inject adrenaline. Although doing this seems a bit eager for quick success, he does not want to lose the opportunity to turn things around.

If you want to pry open the mouth of a professional agent within 5 hours, you can only use the most ruthless means. Any psychological offensive is fake. He doesn't believe that anyone can remain silent under such torture.

Four hours later.

The tired Mark stood in the middle of the interrogation room, looking at the empty bucket and empty medicine bottle, and Meng Ting, who was unconscious for the 9th time, his right hand trembled slightly, and the surgical forceps in his hand fell to the dusty ground, making a clang.

There is really a crazy man in this world who refuses life for the so-called belief. He was shocked and anxious. With an hour left, he and his men would go back to the past, which is absolutely unacceptable.

Mark was like an ant on a hot pan, surrounding Meng Ting for several rounds, desperately thinking about what to do next. It is naturally impossible to slap himself and apologize. Could it be that he also wants to learn from Mou Zhiye to defect?

No, no.

Not to mention that Xu Enzeng must have sent someone to monitor the interrogation process, even if not, he could not defect. It was not that he was very patriotic, but that he had no use of the Japanese than Mou Zhiye, who had robbed the list of agents.

After thinking for a few minutes, he suddenly looked at the sunlight shining through the ventilator of the interrogation room, and an idea came to his mind. The next second he left his equally anxious subordinates and ran outside.

At this point, he could only hope that the plan he had come up with inspiration would be successful, otherwise they would have to stay in a dark corner of the Central Government until they die and never have a chance to stand out.

This is still good. If Xu Enzeng wants to find someone to take the blame for this matter, no one is more suitable than him, and who makes his name a taboo?

I don't know how long it took, but Mark, with a frustrated look on his face, returned to the interrogation room. It seemed that his plan did not receive the support of Xu Enzeng, so he ordered people to wake up the unconscious Meng Ting again.

Meng Ting, who woke up quietly, saw the afterglow of the sunset outside the window, and a stone in his heart fell to the ground. He relaxed, and then opened his lips and said to Mark weakly.

"I'll help!"
Chapter completed!