Chapter Seventeen Interrogation Training

  Sitting at the dinner table in the underground base cafeteria, everyone was eating. To be honest, the wolf pack mercenaries were obviously much slower than the foreign legion and the Chinese army, but it had to be admitted that even from their sluggish movements, a deadly danger could be felt.

  "Captain, what about my unfinished training project?" I asked the captain.

  "Is there still some training you haven't finished?" The captain asked me after taking a sip of his soup.

  "Mainly language and combat. Sniper training isn't finished yet, and there's also interrogation training." I reported truthfully to the captain.

  "Language is not a problem, people here are from different countries, they will teach you later! However, as an Asian, your main focus should be on Asian languages, it's okay if you can just understand other languages. Hand-to-hand combat is easier to handle, let Knife Hand and Wolfman play with you every day. Sniper training, train with Slow Fast Machine daily, and Interrogation training..." The captain said, looking at Butcher.

  "Interrogation training is all mine!" The butcher looked at me and revealed his signature disgusting smile.

  Being too kind is not good! I finally understand, it's better if I don't bring this up, why am I being so honest?

  "Captain, how did you get that submarine down there?" Looking at Butcher's eager expression, I quickly changed the subject.

  "We took on a mission to retrieve 4 nuclear warheads that were sold to terrorists in Ukraine, we killed them all and returned the warheads, but we didn't say we found them on a submarine, so we kept the submarine. The captain said: "This is a secret! Don't talk nonsense. The French government doesn't know about this matter, nor do they know we have an underwater port."

  This is a bit like taking advantage of a fire to loot. However, brothers, taking such a huge risk, without enormous benefits, who would risk their lives?

  "Captain, what's the biggest task you've ever undertaken? The one that earned you the most money." I asked curiously.

  "It must have been that time when the government gave us this base, got a submarine and 200 million US dollars in bribes during their transaction." The captain pointed to the ground beneath our feet.

  So this is how such a large base came into being. I knew it!

  After finishing dinner, the butcher rubbed his hands and smiled at me: "Come on, Xing Tian, let's go to class! Don't think that just because I changed the subject, I'll forget. Come on, this training will be over in one night!! Hehe!"

  "Abattoir, there's still a mission in half a month, don't play too much, just let him understand. Don't hurt him!" The captain reminded from behind.

  It seems I couldn't avoid it, so I resignedly followed the butcher. After all, it's just training, the butcher can't chop me up, right? It's inevitable, might as well get it over with! With a heavy heart, I followed the butcher to a room, took a glance around, and this place seemed like a hospital rather than an execution chamber. There were various medical tools, surgical knives, forceps, scalpels, saws... seeing all these made me feel a chill, and a cold sweat broke out on my back.

  "This is a doctor's operating room, not an interrogation chamber. You don't have to be afraid. Today I won't hurt you, just let you understand the questions." The butcher said while putting on rubber gloves, looking nothing like what he said.

  "Sit down!" The butcher pointed to a dentist's iron chair. Then he began to open the cabinet and prepare things, listening to the "ding-ding-clang" sound, I fidgeted left and right, unable to sit still, my palms were all sweaty, I was originally afraid of pain, now knowing that he would torture me soon but couldn't escape, don't mention how uncomfortable I felt.

  "Rustle!" The doctor, werewolf and knife-hand pushed the door open and walked in: "Butcher, Captain had us come to keep an eye on you, don't get so excited that you put Criminal Tian's life at risk." Still, Captain is good!

  "You're just here to see the excitement, aren't you?" The butcher said without turning his head.

  Watching the doctors' smug faces as they were exposed for their conspiracy, my mood plummeted from the mountaintop to the valley. Damn it! Not a single good thing about them!

  "Put your hands on the armrests!" The butcher turned his face, pointing to the chair and said. As soon as I put my hands on the armrests, he pressed something, and two iron hoops came out from the armrests, locking my hands in place. Ah! Can't escape now!

  "Class is in session! First of all, this is a hospital, so there's nothing too scary here. Generally, interrogation rooms will hang up some frightening objects and instruments to intimidate you. For example, people who have been tortured, flayed skin, limbs, etc., to make you imagine your own miserable state and weaken you mentally. Then, like I did earlier, making some noise to scare you, or interrogating others in front of you, as the Chinese saying goes: "Kill a chicken to scare the monkeys!" Those are usually useless people who will be tortured to death, just by watching it, you'll be scared. The butcher added another Chinese phrase: "Interrogation methods nowadays generally fall into three categories. One is using psychological torture, such as keeping you awake for several days and interrogating you when your spirit is at its weakest. This method is usually very effective, but it takes too long, so it's only used in situations where the police arrest someone and leave them unattended for several days. On the battlefield, things change rapidly, so this method is generally not adopted."

  The second is my favorite, using physical pain caused by flesh wounds to make the opponent surrender. This method mainly focuses on the technique of causing harm, such as where to stab for maximum pain!" As soon as he finished speaking, the butcher took a hemostatic clamp from the table and clamped it onto my armpit.

  With a "thud", I sprang up from the chair, then started shaking my body to try and shake off the forceps. However, the handle of the hemostatic forceps had a catch that prevented it from opening. The scorching pain made my entire armpit numb, the excruciating agony was like steel needles instantly flowing through my blood vessels and rushing straight to my brain, "Mmm! Hmm!" I gritted my teeth with all my might, not letting myself make a sound.

  The butcher took down the pincers after a few seconds: "This method is to give people the greatest pain under the least harm! It's usually used for relatively important prisoners, ensuring that it doesn't endanger the prisoner's life. For one-time use prisoners, it's more bloody, such as..." The butcher picked up a surgical knife from the platform.

  "Butcher! Hmm... Hmph! That won't do!" The doctor shook his finger at the butcher, and I hastily cast a grateful glance at him.

  The butcher put down the surgical knife with a hint of regret, rubbed his hands and smiled at me: "Well... cough... for those who are not very important, we will take more severe measures. After torture, they usually won't be intact. To speed up the interrogation, we use some drugs to increase sensitivity and enhance pain!" He then took out a syringe and gave me an injection, saying "Don't worry, this injection has no side effects!"

  The needle was inserted into my hand, but I didn't feel any pain because I hadn't recovered from the previous shock yet. The burning sensation in my armpit made me ignore the feeling in my hand.

  The butcher smiled: "Generally speaking, this medicine will increase human sensitivity by 200%, that is to say, it can also double the pain." The butcher didn't move, just leaned against the table and stared at me, waiting for the medicine to take effect.

  Before long, I had a feeling. First, the pain in my armpits became more and more intense. If it was like being burned by fire earlier, now it's like being branded with an iron. Secondly, I could feel the sensation of air flowing into my nostrils when I breathed, impacting the inner wall of my nose. I could even feel the blood flowing through my body.

  "The butcher looked at me and said, 'Generally speaking! The pain-stimulating type of interrogation is the most effective, but it's also the easiest to resist. As long as you have a strong will or hold onto a desperate conviction, it's not hard to withstand this kind of interrogation. Because sometimes when the pain reaches its peak, it can turn into a kind of pleasure! So as long as you can hold out until a certain point, once you cross that line, you won't feel pain anymore, but instead, you'll feel a kind of pleasure. This line varies from person to person; generally, the more sensitive you are, the lower this line is, and the easier it is to produce pleasure. Xing Tian, you're this kind of person!' After he finished speaking, he used the hemostatic forceps to clamp down on my other armpit again."

  "Ah!" I let out a miserable cry, bouncing up from the chair. Since my hands were cuffed and couldn't move freely, I used my body to wildly collide with everything around me, trying to shake off the tourniquet. When that didn't work, I used my head to forcefully knock against the iron cuffs on my hands. "Thud! Thud! Thud!" The entire chair was knocked into a loud resonance by me.

  I finally know what it means to have a heart-wrenching pain. My whole body suddenly has a hollow feeling, and I can't feel anything except the pain. The pain makes my body go limp, all my muscles are weak, even the sphincter muscle in my urethra is contracting, a wave of urine comes, telling me that I'm about to lose control of my bladder, I grit my teeth, clenching my thighs, desperately suppressing the urge to pee.

  The butcher looked at me with a somewhat unexpected gaze, then pulled out a rubber stick and hit my thigh with it. Suddenly, my urge to urinate disappeared, and all the muscles in my body contracted. Pain shot from my thigh to my pelvis, along my back, and stabbed into the back of my head, causing a numbing sensation on the back of my head. The entire top of my skull felt like it was being scraped with a knife! My hands were cuffed, so I couldn't even hold my head, and all I could do was keep banging the back of my head against the iron chair behind me, hoping to alleviate the pain in my skull.

  The butcher gave me a few more blows, but was stopped by the doctor. I was paralyzed in the chair and couldn't move. The muscles on my body were twitching, my armpits no longer hurt, only a numb feeling remained.

  The doctor came over and took down the clip from under my arm. The clip was taken down, I didn't even know.

  "FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! ...." I can only weakly repeat one sentence, I don't even have basic thinking, my whole brain is like being pricked by needles.

  "Xing Tian! Are you okay?" The doctor lifted up my eyelids and checked my pupils.

  After a while, I slowly regained my composure. Looking at the doctor, I only said one sentence: "Is it over?"

  "Not at all! There's still a lot more, haven't taught you yet!" The butcher panted and said to me.

  "Next time! I can't take it anymore!" I shouted loudly.

  "The following project won't hurt, and it can even stop the pain that's all over your body now! Next time? Do you want to come again? I have no opinion!" The butcher rubbed his hands, and now when I see this action, I break out in a cold sweat.

  "That's right! Xing Tian, I guarantee it!" said the doctor.

  "Alright! No next time! Bring it on! I'm not afraid of you!" I shouted at the butcher, actually to boost my own courage.

  "Haha, I like this about you. I also love to torture people like you. If you collapse immediately, it's not fun at all!" The butcher chuckled: "You felt it earlier, when the pain accumulates to a certain point, it actually subsides! So as long as you can hold on, you'll survive, because they won't let you die before extracting information from you! The more important the information you possess, the safer your life will be. Therefore, no matter what, you absolutely cannot reveal what they want to know, or else you're dead for sure! This is the only way to deal with this kind of interrogation."

  "I can't take it! I couldn't take it from those few blows just now!" I said weakly.

  "Haha, the last few times were quite good! The human heart and brain have limitations on pain tolerance. If it's too high, it can cause cardiac arrest and you'll die. After using this medicine, generally, they don't dare to use severe punishment because it's possible to torture someone to death." The doctor said beside him.

  "What's the last one? Hurry up and say it! I can't take it anymore!" The pain came again.

  "The last one is to use anesthetics like barbiturates. After being injected with this, you will become unconscious and your mental defense will be lowered. Unlike the previous drug, after using this, you will feel dull, pain will gradually disappear, and after severe punishment, using this again will give you a sense of release from pain, making it easy to relax your vigilance." The butcher gave me another injection, and this time, due to the effect of the sensitive medicine, the injection felt like cutting flesh.

  The pain gradually disappeared, replaced by a wave of drowsiness. My eyelids grew heavier and heavier, my consciousness slipping away.

  "It seems the medicine is taking effect. To deal with this kind of interrogation, there's only one way: self-hypnosis. Keep giving yourself a thought, making your consciousness fall into a dead loop, so you can withstand the questioning. This drug isn't easy to get, it's professional-grade, very potent, ordinary people can't get their hands on it, and ordinary sedatives have limited effect, easy to resist. I'm using a professional-grade medication used by the French intelligence agency, so its effect is very strong. After you try it, you'll feel a difference with other medications, which will be beneficial for future interrogations of this kind. Alright, now I'm going to ask you a few questions..." The butcher pulled out a small notebook with ill intentions.

  Can't say! Can't say anything! Can't say! Can't say anything! I keep reminding myself. But my consciousness is getting more and more blurred... I only vaguely hear: What's your name? Where are you from? And so on. Then I fell into darkness.

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