The walls of the interrogation room of the Qingcheng Military Prison had a metallic luster, and there were a few simple decorations on the magnetic material floor. Several officials in black suits silently watched Xu Le, who was handcuffed to the chair and half-naked.
In the quiet room, only the sound of electric current and the faint painful groan from his dry lips could be heard.
The spikes that were injected with electric current struggled and shook under Xu Le's naked skin, transmitting the pain into his body, but also made his mind more clear. He hadn't slept for a few days, and his mental state was on the verge of collapse. At this time, the pain was added to his body, but he could slowly raise his head and squint at the officials. His eyes were calm but filled with pain.
After Xu Songzi made him sign the legal documents, it was followed by the interrogation from the government. The investigation of the terrorist attack on the Golden Foundation building finally entered the stage of questioning the suspect. This was already the fourth day of the Federation Investigation Bureau's interrogation. Although in these four days, he had experienced unprecedented mental and physical torture, he remembered the message that Xu Songzi passed to him and had maintained absolute silence.
An official looked at Xu Le, who was bleeding on the chair, shook his head at the superior beside him, and turned off the instrument beside him.
The current output at this time had greatly exceeded the upper limit of the Federation Investigation Bureau's daily use, but the suspect still refused to speak. Although the official in charge of the investigation knew that Xu Le was a captain of the Federal military, he still couldn't understand how he could survive these days of torture.
"It's been four days, and I haven't introduced myself."
The thin official of the Federation Investigation Bureau had a pale face and deep cold eyes. He took off his white gloves, walked in front of Xu Le, raised his chin with a finger, and said, "I am the director of the Fourth Department of the Federation Investigation Bureau. I am fully responsible for investigating all matters related to the Green Dragon Mountain. I know your identity, but under my hands, don't expect anyone to be able to save you."
"This is a very boring threat, and I know this." The director of the General Hospital waved his hand and signaled for his subordinate to turn off the light in the interrogation room. He turned on the table lamp and shone it on Xu Le's bloodied face.
"Actually, it doesn't matter if you admit it or not. You've already killed so many people, and you even dared to kill agents of the Special Task Force. Do you still expect to get out of here alive?"
"By the way, I forgot to tell you that I was also in charge of the Linhai State Gymnasium case last year. I know what kind of role you played in that case, but now we are enemies. Don't forget, there were seven officers from the 2nd MR who committed suicide in the end. Do you think you can last longer than them? "
The director of the General Hospital loosened his fingers and let Xu Le's head fall limply as he said with a smile.
After saying this, he picked up the white gloves on the table and wiped the blood off his hands. He said to his subordinates, "I'm going to get a cup of coffee. You guys treat the kid's wounds, but be careful not to let the kid fall asleep."
The officers in the room nodded and began to scrub Xu Le's body with clean water. Then, they used the military-provided polymer medical spray to quickly treat the small wounds on Xu Le's skin.
However, the blazing light was still coldly shining on Xu Le's closed eyes. The headphones in his ears were still playing terrible noises that sounded like the cries of ghosts and rats.
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An hour later, the director of the General Hospital finished his coffee and took a nap on the sofa. Then, he walked back to the interrogation room. He looked at his subordinate who was checking Xu Le's eyes and said with a gloomy face, "You've already broken the record?"
"Yes." The subordinate smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know what the result of the interrogation is. Did they also break the record?"
The director of the General Hospital said with a gloomy face, "Shi Qinghai is the best special forces member in the bureau. Plus, he has been trained by the anti-government forces for a long time. I'm afraid he won't get the result faster than us."
The electric current was turned on again. Xu Le, who was half asleep, couldn't control his instinct. He groaned in pain. The veins on his neck bulged and beads of sweat flowed down from his forehead.
The director of the General Hospital moved a chair and sat in front of Xu Le. He looked down at the heavy magnetic shackles on Xu Le's ankles and subconsciously touched his nose.
If it weren't for the safety measures of Qingcheng Prison, he wouldn't dare to get so close to this dangerous person.
Xu Le opened her eyes and stared at him, a trace of viciousness flashing past her eyes.
"Revenge? Unfortunately, you won't have the chance to take revenge. "
The director of the General Hospital flicked his finger and ordered his subordinate to use all kinds of technical means to destroy Xu Le's body and spirit. He said in a deep voice, "You are an orphan. You became a terrorist because of your family education. I admit that your willpower is strong, beyond my expectations. But you also have to admit that your spirit is about to collapse."
"Anyway, you won't be able to hold on. Why do you want to suffer more?" The director of the General Hospital said indifferently, "Why do you want me to humiliate you and your family?"
Xu Le coughed softly. Only after experiencing the four days of interrogation did he know how terrifying the interrogation methods of the Federation Investigation Bureau were. Even if he was really a rock, there were already a few deep cracks on his body.
He didn't go through any anti-torture training. He only relied on the breath in his heart and his perseverance to hold on. Through Xu Songzi, he knew that he wasn't going to die. Although he didn't know the real reason, he had to clench his teeth and hold on for a while.
Xu Le's stubbornness made the officials of the Federation Investigation Bureau feel cold in their hearts. They started to panic, but he also knew that he was about to enter the stage where his spirit was dispersing. At that time, under the investigation's professional methods, he might confess for no reason.
He didn't understand why the government wanted to interrogate him. He couldn't live after killing Macklin. This was the result he was already mentally prepared for. He also didn't understand why they wanted to link him to the Green Dragon Mountain anti-government army. Was it because of Shi Qinghai? Or did the Federation need a suitable crime?
He raised his head with difficulty and said with a hoarse voice, "I killed Macklin, but this has nothing to do with the Green Dragon Mountain."
"Why did you kill him?" The head of the General Hospital's Fourth Department asked quickly.
If Xu Le still didn't speak, he was really worried that he would break down first. After so many days in the military prison, he always felt that the suspect on the chair was like a silent rock that was about to crush his professional patience into pieces.
"Because he deserved to die." Xu Le lowered his head and said.
The head of the General Hospital's Fourth Department was silent for a moment. Suddenly, he stood up and took out the earphones in Xu Le's ears. He violently pulled on his earlobe, gritted his teeth and said with a trembling voice, "This is not the answer I want … You know what answer I want!"
Xu Le's earlobe was torn open. Blood flowed down his cheeks. He lowered his head again and became silent again.
The head of the General Hospital's Fourth Department suddenly slapped him coldly and said, "I can't hold it in anymore. I think you can't hold it in anymore. Let's see who can last until the end."
Feeling the electric current rushing into his body again, Xu Le lowered his head and groaned.
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President Pabre stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the presidential residence. The dark night reflected on his dark face, but there was a faint glow of light. After the meeting, he took a shower and drank a cup of coffee, but he still didn't feel sleepy. He quietly stood in front of the window and looked at the lawn outside, thinking silently about something.
The head of the presidential office, Brin, knocked on the door and came in with a checkered pajama in his hand. He walked to President Pabre's side and said softly, "Madam just woke up. Please rest early."
President Pabre nodded and took the pajama and put it on his slightly cold shoulders. He said, "Let her sleep first. I still have some things to think about."
Brin nodded. When he was about to leave, he heard the president's low voice. "I have something to ask you."
During the term of the former President Sieg, Brin, who was still young, started to be the deputy head of the presidential office. This kind of position, in a sense, was the president's most trusted personal butler. Generally speaking, when the president's residence changed owners, the office staff, especially the head and the deputy head, definitely had to leave. This was because no president of the Federation was willing to keep the previous president's trusted aide by his side. This was an extremely dangerous and stupid move.
However, Brin stayed. He was even directly promoted by President Pabre to be the head of the presidential office. He was very clear that this was because of his relationship with Lady Tai that President Pabre trusted him so much. However, in these five months, Brin's heart had been secretly worried. This was because he couldn't be sure that the president wouldn't keep using an official who had a close relationship with the Tai family.
Tonight, at this time, the president kept him in the office. What did this mean? Director Brin's heart was a little nervous, but on the surface, his face was calm. He quietly stood behind the president. He didn't ask anything and just waited for the president to ask.
After a long silence, President Pabre turned around and looked at him. He said in a deep voice, "Regarding the investigation of the Medellin case last year, what do you think?"
Hearing this, Brin felt like his heart suddenly exploded. The Medellin case was single-handedly designed by Mochou. The purpose was to help this man in front of him climb to the top of the Federation's power. At this time, Mr. Pabre actually wanted to ask for his opinion … A burst of coldness bloomed from the depths of his heart and took over his whole body. He was silent, thinking, but he couldn't find the right words to use.
President Pabre looked at him with a calm gaze and said, "We can't let the people of the Federation feel insecure, and we can't let the Federation's self-confidence suffer a serious blow, so it's not convenient to reveal Medellin's identity as a spy … This was the suggestion of the National Security Committee. The military also didn't express any clear opposition, so I accepted this suggestion. But I think that the Medellin case that was suspended last year can continue. The Capital Daily News can put some pressure on Bob and Wood to resume their duties and continue to dig deeper into the clues of the Medellin case. The things stored in the central database can also be selected to be handed over to the parliament. "
A series of words flowed out from the calm president's mouth. They were very clear and powerful. This president, who came from the bottom of the hierarchy, said with a trace of determination, "In this universe, it's no longer the era of the previous dynasty. There's no such thing as taboo for the venerated and taboo for the dead. The dead can't be buried, this is not allowed."
Brin was a very intelligent person. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to stay in the president's official residence for so long. He understood the hidden meaning in the president's words. His heart was cold, and cold sweat began to seep out of his back.
"What do you think about the soldier named Xu Le?" President Pabre suddenly changed the topic. On the surface, he was asking Brin, but in reality, he was announcing his true opinions on many things.
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After leaving the circular office, Brin gently closed the heavy black wooden door. He stepped on the soft carpet and walked toward his own office. His footsteps were unusually heavy. He understood the president's conversation with him. Between Wuchou Mountain, who had supported him in secret for many years, and absolute loyalty to the president, he had to choose a path.
When he reached the end of the long carpet, Director Brin gradually raised his head. His young face was filled with a determined expression. He casually smiled and chatted with the maids who walked past him.
He had already made his choice.
After spending five months with President Pabre, he was deeply impressed by the president's personality and charisma. When a person was born, they had to do something. Following this determined but not pedantic, clear-minded but determined leader of the Federation, whether it was for his own future or to fulfill his spiritual pursuit, he had to take a risk.
In his office, he took out his encrypted phone and made a few calls. He told them what the president had hinted at. In the last call, he was silent for a moment. Then he said very seriously, "The heroes of the Federation can bleed, but they can't cry."
This was President Pabre's true opinion of the young man named Xu Le. The president had never made a clear statement, but today, Brin understood. So he faithfully passed on the president's vague instructions to those who had been waiting.
After putting down the phone, Director Brin unbuttoned his collar. Thinking of the madam's instructions, he couldn't help but take a few deep breaths before he calmed down.
The Federal military wanted to protect Xu Le, but because of the special nature of the military, they couldn't do anything. The old man in Philadelphia, who could influence the Federation, had been sitting by the lake fishing …
The president cherished talent and wanted to keep Xu Le alive. But because of the strong opposition within the government, the fear of the families behind the scenes, and the intentions of the madam, he carefully maintained his silence. When Mr. Pabre became the president of the Federation, the madam and the great power she represented played a very important role. No matter how one looked at it, President Pabre valued the madam's attitude very much.
Holding the phone with his sweaty hand, Brin lowered his head and sorted out the things he had thought about before. He couldn't help but sigh softly. The young man named Xu Le had circled around such a complicated problem, but he had pushed himself to the front.
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The interrogation in the military prison had entered the last two hours of the fourth day. The director of the Fourth Department of the Investigation Bureau of the Federation's Federation's eyes were red, and his hair was messy. He forcefully tore open the button on his neck and roared angrily, "Did you grow up eating sh * t? The Ministry of Defense only gave us seven days! Where did all of your expertise go? "
The professional interrogation experts in the room silently operated the equipment in their hands. No one dared to answer, because they didn't know how to answer. Why did this guy not break down when he had clearly exceeded the limits of human beings?
The current increased again. Xu Le, who was sitting on the chair and covered in blood, suddenly laughed vaguely. His laughter was a little strange.
He couldn't hold on any longer.
The director of the Fourth Department of the Investigation Bureau waved his hand and signaled his subordinates to adjust the intensity of the current to the appropriate position. Then he walked in front of Xu Le, frowned, and carefully listened to Xu Le's vague words.
Xu Le straightened his head with difficulty and looked at the face of the official in front of him. His heart was full of cold emotions. In order to hide himself, in order to escape the prison, he had endured for a long time. But at this time, the noise in his mind and the silence of the old man made him know that if he continued to endure, he would only be able to endure until he broke down.
"When I was young, I was actually very naughty and very good at saying strange things."
He narrowed his eyes, looked at the face of the old man, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "But I don't know why, later on, I became quieter and quieter … Probably after I followed uncle, he said more and more strange things about this world. I wanted to be an audience, so I had to say less and less."
"Young man, wake up."
The director of the Fourth Department of the Investigation Bureau patted Xu Le's face and whispered softly, "We'll talk about your childhood story later. Let's talk about what happened five months ago."
"Don't hit me anymore."
Xu Le did not speak according to his wishes. Instead, he stared seriously into his eyes. "Don't be fooled by my silly smile. I look honest and kind … Actually, I'm a very vengeful person. Otherwise, why would I want to kill Macklin? Now, I want nothing more than to break your face. If you hit me again, I'm afraid I won't be able to stop myself from killing you. "
The director of the Investigation Bureau smiled brightly. His face was pale and haggard from sleep. He did not need to be hit to look strangely scary. Suppressing the anger in his heart, he widened his eyes and asked with a strange smile, "Is that so?"
He grinned, revealing his white teeth. He raised his right hand and started to slap Xu Le's face. Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap!
The slap on the face became heavier and louder …
Blood dripped from Xu Le's lips, but he did not seem to feel anything. He just stared at the cold and crazy face of the official through the bright light.
His face was red and swollen. Xu Le thought about how after he escaped Dong Lin, due to his identity as a fugitive, he had become quieter and more well-behaved. Occasionally, he would go crazy.
"I talk less and less, and I don't know how to speak anymore." He coughed out two mouthfuls of blood and said, "Even though I've read many books, I don't know how to express myself."
"What are you trying to express?" The director stopped slapping and coldly signaled for his subordinate to give him a handkerchief to wipe his face.
Xu Le, who was sitting in the chair, paused slightly. He lowered his head and said, "I'm used to doing and not saying."
After saying that, his pupils in his narrowed eyes suddenly shrank. At the same time, his pale face that was stained with blood started to redden rapidly. His body, which was tightly attached to the chair, started to tremble violently.
"Director, should we stop for a moment?" The official in the room noticed the change and quickly suggested, "After so many days of strong electrical stimulation, I'm worried that he won't be able to hold on."
The director of the Investigation Bureau stared at Xu Le's pupils and rapidly trembling body and said indifferently, "Just make sure that he can't hold on."
"Director! According to the medical records of the suspect, he has epilepsy … If he really dies, how are we going to report this to the higher-ups? "The subordinate reminded him with a trembling voice.
"He wants to pretend to be dead … but unfortunately, he doesn't look good. He pretended to have diarrhea. Do you want to poop in your pants?"
The director of the Investigation Bureau looked at Xu Le, who was twitching in the chair, and said coldly, "Let me tell you, there have been more than 20 people who have done this in front of me in order to get some time to rest. You can try."
Suddenly, Xu Le's body stopped trembling. He closed his eyes tightly and then opened them. He looked at the director without any expression.
With a crisp sound, the alloy handcuffs that handcuffed him to the chair suddenly broke. Then, the magnetic alloy shackles around his ankles broke free from the attraction of the magnetic floor and lifted up like lightning.
Xu Le raised his feet that were shackled with heavy alloy shackles and kicked the Chief of the General Hospital's Fourth Department right in the face!
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A stream of blood spurted wildly in the dark air. Under the illumination of the blazing lamp, it scattered in all directions like a flower blooming. In this slow-motion scene, the director of the Investigation Bureau of the Federation didn't even make a sound before he was kicked into the wall with a huge force. With a loud bang, he was knocked unconscious on the ground.
Xu Le was still sitting on the chair. Just as he finished kicking his feet in the air, he was pulled down by the strong suction force of the magnetic ground. With a muffled thud, his feet stomped on the ground fiercely. The huge impact made his calf muscle fibers feel sore and numb.
The combination of the magnetic area and the felon's shackles was the most stringent security measure in Qingcheng Military Prison. Over the past few decades, perhaps only Xu Le had enjoyed it, especially in the interrogation room. Through the electric control, the magnetic area's power was enough to hold the felon who was shackled in place like a nail stuck into a piece of wood.
Who would have thought that under such safety measures, Xu Le, who looked like he was on the brink of death, was actually able to forcibly break through the powerful suction force and lift his leg?!
The remaining few officers of the Investigation Bureau of the Federation looked at this unbelievable scene and suddenly froze. They subconsciously wanted to shoot Xu Le, who was sitting in the chair, but then they realized that their guns had already been taken away by the prison.
Xu Le, who was sitting in the chair with a pale face and covered in blood, narrowed his eyes and looked at the officers in the room. Looking at the unconscious director in the corner, his mood was as good as if he had just finished going to the toilet. He said in a hoarse voice, "I don't want to talk. He is too long-winded, so I can only ask him to shut up."
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