Chapter 7: The Art of Interrogation (Girls Beware)

  In half a month, the three brothers basically figured out the situation of most of the base. At night, they would occasionally take care of a few stray American soldiers, which put great pressure on the US military base. After all, no matter what, the lives of American soldiers are very valuable, and even if the number of deaths announced by the Pentagon in the later period of the war was less than half, it still brought huge public opinion pressure to the US government.

  As usual, the three people who followed Wolf's head to learn intelligence gathering skills for a day, carrying military thorns, took advantage of the night to wander around Tikrit. Passing by a remote alley, a woman's shrill cry came from a residential building.

  Three people exchanged a glance and quickly drew out the Beretta M92FS from their waist. Amidst the crisp sound of bullets being chambered, the lone wolf quietly opened the window, followed by the swift entry of the knife, skillfully occupying the room's best shooting position, confirming safety.

  The wolf slipped lightly over the window, leaving behind a vigilant gaze. The two alternated advancing and searching each room, looking at the scattered scarves of an Iraqi woman from the living room to the kitchen, as well as... military uniforms. The two couldn't help but feel some doubt, although scandals frequently broke out at US military bases, such brazen behavior seemed unprecedented?

  "Huh?" The knife bent down to pick up the scattered military uniform, carefully identifying it under the moonlight. With a plan in mind, the knife handed the uniform over to the remaining wolf behind him, who remained vigilant.

  Japanese Self-Defense Force? Weren't they sent to southern Iraq by their American masters? What are they doing in Tikrit? The lone wolf, under the moonlight, took a closer look at the coding on his military uniform and couldn't help but feel some doubt.

  Intelligence personnel?! A thought suddenly emerged from his heart, and under the moonlight, a playful expression appeared on both of their faces.

  The knife executes the vigil, and the wolf turns around to bring in the chicken eye. Taking out the camera used for collecting intelligence, the chicken eye clearly shoots the Japanese military through the kitchen glass. This thing will definitely cause a sensation if it spreads on the internet.

  After confirming that enough evidence had been recorded and saved, the knife lightly pushed open the glass door of the kitchen. Before the Japanese man could react, he was kicked off the woman's body with one foot. The Japanese man hadn't even managed to scramble to his feet before Chicken Eye's size 40 desert combat boots were pressed against his throat. The knife returned to the living room and casually threw a towel over the woman's body after knocking her out, then helped pin down the captive's right hand.

  "Zanlang, I heard that your interrogation training results are also perfect? This is not right, how can you keep secrets from your brothers? Come on, come on, show us a performance."

  Looking at the knife's expectant gaze, Can Lang could only helplessly smile wryly, it seemed like he had another task to attend to. Fortunately, it was just this inferior race of people, otherwise Can Lang really wouldn't have been able to bring himself to do it.

  He lightly pinched the captive's neck pulse, and with a wave of his hand, he let Chicken Eye carry away the already unconscious captive from the residential area. Generally, during interrogations, it was impossible to avoid the captive's loud shouting, and here, they had to attract at least half of the US military in Tikrit.

  "Ahh~!" The captive's anguished cry echoed through a cave in the Tikrit Mountains, as the needle of the syringe in the captor's hand moved back and forth in the prisoner's fingernail gap. The naked man bound to the rock began to stir, and another discordant scream escaped from his mouth, which had been kicked out of all its teeth.

  "Say everything you think is important, I can give you a thrill. Actually, whether you say it or not doesn't matter, my brother just wants to see my interrogation performance. On the other hand, the abuse you're receiving is repayment for the blood debt your country owed China half a century ago! So don't mention the Geneva Convention to me, you know that's useless." Zanlang extracted blood from the prisoner's fingernails while using Japanese to linguistically induce him.

  The knife and the chicken eye have already begun to rub their fingers unconsciously, not because of itchiness, but due to the conditioned reflex stimulated by the residual wolf's playful method.

  Interrogation is also an art. It can be said that before the interrogation begins, the interrogator has already accepted a round of questioning in his heart and then starts to implement it according to the steps he thinks in his heart. Such interrogators are generally able to accurately grasp the extent and time period of the prisoner's confession. The worst interrogation will cause the greatest harm to the prisoner, but this is often also the most efficient way. Interrogation or torture is not intended to cause harm to the person being punished, and intelligence is only a substitute. The main thing is to induce language with physical harm to knock down the psychological defense line of the person being punished, and then conduct an interrogation to get the most accurate and true valuable information. Usually, a walking corpse is much more valuable than a prisoner who has already given up his will to live, so the degree of torture must be grasped well. The means used should also vary from person to person. If it's too light, it's easy to cultivate the prisoner's resistance, and if it's too heavy, it will produce great hatred and lead to the embarrassing result of "dying without saying".

  For example, when interrogating female captives, sexual humiliation tactics can be used. This is the fastest way to break a woman's defenses, as women generally have higher endurance than men, and physical harm has a discounted effect.

  For male prisoners, most parts of the body can be subjected to physical harm, but the sexual organs can only be threatened verbally, that is, "just talking" about it. If a rash interrogator were to castrate a prisoner with one knife cut, he would certainly have been taught by his master's wife, because such behavior has already hurt a man's self-esteem and 90% of the time will lead to the prisoner having a death wish. This is an example of "going too far" in interrogation.

  For prisoners with religious beliefs, only the evil side of their own faith can be used to threaten them, and it is not allowed to blaspheme or insult their religion. Otherwise, you will only get a iron-mouthed frog. The best example is the method used by Tian Shan Tong Yao in "The Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils". Let Yu Zhi break his precepts step by step, and finally broke all the precepts of Buddhism with left and right arms around him. So this method can also be called "forcing a monk to eat meat".

  A professional interrogator will not actively interrogate a captive, but instead use a black hood to cover their facial expression and directly apply torture until the victim can no longer bear it and voluntarily requests to confess before proceeding with interrogation.

  And the wolf on top came to tell the captive about the problem, just wanting him to hold on for a little longer, so as not to end it before he was satisfied, that feeling is like punching cotton candy.

  Satisfied, he gazed at the hint of cruelty in his opponent's eyes as he pulled out a syringe from amidst the captives. He casually tossed the injector filled with dark red blood onto a nearby rock. The Lone Wolf then extracted his own garrote wire from his left wrist, made of flexible Kevlar material, 1mm thick, with small reverse barbs like a cat's tongue protruding from it, which could quickly sever an enemy's neck when pulled tight.

  One end of the garrote was a leather ring that fit on his hand, and the other end had a detachable T-shaped hook. When the hook was removed, the sharp end of the garrote was connected to a flexible steel needle. Disregarding the prisoner's pale expression, Lang pierced the needle into his armpit at an angle through the biceps, and as he pulled the garrote with the T-hook attached, the skin and muscle under the prisoner's arm were shredded by the small reverse spikes like cat tongues.

  The prisoner, bound all over, was in so much pain that he couldn't shout out loud, and could only use his head to heavily knock against the huge stone behind him. The dull thudding sound made the two men's faces change color, and they finally understood why this little ancestor had been hiding in private - what kind of suffering was this?

  Three minutes later, the Lone Wolf finally pulled out the garrote. He casually grabbed a handful of dust mixed with sand grains and sprinkled it on the captive's wound to stop the bleeding. Looking at the captive who was covered in cold sweat as if he had just been fished out of water, the Lone Wolf smiled contentedly and put away the garrote. After giving the captive some time to rest, the Lone Wolf pulled out a medical kit. Seeing the captive staring hopefully at the medical kit, the Lone Wolf couldn't help but laugh, thinking that this guy thought he was going to treat his wounds.

  Tearing open the medical pack, the wounded wolf found an injection syringe wrapped in gauze inside. It was filled with a stimulant. This was something used by soldiers on the battlefield to save their lives at the last moment, allowing them to hold on for about 10 minutes to find rescue. If they didn't make it within 10 minutes, there would be no saving them. Apart from this, after an overdose of this stimulant injection, there was another effect - increased neural sensitivity.

  The captive apparently also knew what it was, calmly feeling the pale golden injection into his own carotid artery. Taking advantage of the captive's closed eyes to enjoy the comfort brought by the stimulant, the lone wolf pulled out his own triangular military dagger from his boot.

  It is generally believed that the triangular bayonet can only be used for stabbing and cannot be used for chopping, but most people ignore its other function, which is scraping. Although it's not as sharp as a razor, a genuine triangular bayonet can easily scrape off a layer of skin.

  Ji Yan could no longer hold back, turned his head and ran outside the cave to execute the warning, leaving only the knife to prepare for recording. Ignoring the prisoner's mournful cries, the triangular military thorn scraped off the epidermal tissue strip by strip like a plane.

  The excessive stimulant doubled the magnified pain. The captive's psychological defense was finally shattered, and then the two of them worked together to extract all the information he knew.

  Ignoring the gaze of the monster, the remaining wolf quickly administered a 10cc air shot to the convulsing captive on the ground. The two then left the cave and rapidly returned to their hideout.

  Looking at the intelligence in his hand, he glanced at the remaining wolves who had washed away the fresh blood with mud but still emitted a faint bloody smell from their hands. Wolf Head waved his hand to let Knife Two return and rest first.

  "Little one... don't be so bloody in the future, you're only 14 years old. Look at the killing aura on your body, it's already making Chicken Eye and others start to subconsciously keep their distance from you. I don't have children, but since the first day I brought you up, I've treated you as my own son. I don't want you to grow up to be a pure killing machine."

  It seems that letting you out early this time was my mistake, I will try to end this task as soon as possible, and after returning, I will give you a half-year vacation, go back to your country and stay for a while, let your old man temper your temperament. Alright, just do it, go take a bath, the bloody smell on your body can be smelled against the wind, get out of here! Looking at the straight-standing残狼 in front of him, the wolf head waved his hand somewhat helplessly to drive him away.

  The wolf who had already walked to the door stopped for a moment, "Wolf head, thank you".

  Hehe, this little brat, Wolf Head's swift smile, took the intel and stood up to contact the Akadura hiding nearby.