In the interrogation room of Qingcheng Military Prison, the four walls are glowing with metallic luster, and there are several simple decorations on the floor of magnetic material. The half-naked Xu Le.
In the quiet room, there was only the sound of electricity and the groan of pain vaguely emanating from his dry lips.
The spikes after applying the electric current struggled and shook under Xu Le's skin, sending pain into his body, but it also made his mind clearer. I haven't slept for a few days, and my mental state is on the verge of collapse. At this time, the pain is on the body, but I can slowly raise my head, squinting my eyes and glance at these officials, with pain in their calm eyes.
After Xu Songzi asked him to sign the legal documents, the interrogation from the government followed. The investigation process of the terrorist attack on the Foundation building has finally entered the stage of questioning the suspect. This is the fourth consecutive day of the FBI's arraignment. Although he has endured unprecedented mental and physical torture during these four days, he kept in mind the information that Xu Songzi passed on to himself, and has maintained absolute silence. .
An official looked at Xu Le who was bleeding from the corners of his lips on the chair, shook his head at the boss beside him, and turned off the instruments beside him.
The current output at this time has greatly exceeded the upper limit of the FBI's daily use, but the suspect still refused to speak. Although the officials in charge of the investigation knew that Xu Le was a captain of the federal military, they still could not understand how he could survive these days of torture.
"It's been four days, and I haven't introduced my identity."
The thin FBI officer, with a pale face and deep gloomy eyes, took off his white gloves, walked to Xu Le, raised his chin with one finger, and said: " I am the director of the fourth division of the FBI, and I am solely responsible for reviewing all matters related to Qinglong Mountain. I know your identity, but under my hands, don’t expect anyone to save you.”
"It's a very boring threat, and I know that." The director of the fourth division of the General Office waved his hand to ask his subordinates to turn off the headlights in the interrogation room and turn on the strong light, shining on Xu Leman's blood-stained face.
"Actually, it doesn't matter if you admit it or not. You have already killed so many people. You dare to kill even the agents of the Secret Service. Do you still expect to get out alive?"
"By the way, I forgot to tell you that I presided over the Linhaizhou Gymnasium case last year. I know what role you played in that case, but now we are two opposing sides. Don't forget, at that time there were seven The officers of the Second Military Region finally committed suicide in the room, do you think you can outlast them?"
The director of the fourth department of the general department released his fingers, let Xu Le's head hang down weakly, and said with a smile.
After saying this, he took back the white gloves on the table, wiped the blood on his hands, and instructed his subordinates: "I'll go get a cup of coffee. You can treat this child's wounds, but be careful not to let him The child is asleep."
The Bureau of Investigation officer in the room nodded, stepped forward, and began to scrub Xu Le's body with clean water, and then used the military-equipped polymer medical spray to quickly treat Xu Le's small wounds on his skin.
It's just that the blazing lamp is still shining coldly on Xu Le's closed eyes, and the earphones in his ears are still playing a terrible noise like a ghost crying and a rat bite.
An hour later, the director of the fourth division finished his coffee, took a nap on the sofa, and then walked back to the interrogation room. He looked at the subordinate who was checking Xu Le's pupils, and said with a gloomy face, "Has the record been broken?"
"Yes." The subordinate official said with a wry smile: "I don't know how the interrogation results there, whether it broke the record."
The director of the fourth division said gloomily: "Shi Qinghai was originally the best special operations officer in the bureau, and he has been trained by the anti-government forces for so long, I'm afraid it won't be faster than ours."
The electricity turned on again, and Xu Le, who was half asleep and half awake, couldn't control his instincts and let out a low howl in pain, veins appeared on his neck, and beads of sweat flowed from his forehead.
The director of the fourth department moved a chair, sat in front of Xu Le, looked down at the heavy magnetic shackles on this person's ankles, and touched his nose subconsciously.
If it weren't for Qingcheng Prison's flawless security measures, he wouldn't dare to get so close to this dangerous person.
Xu Le opened his eyes and stared at him, with a stern look on his face.
"Remorse? It's a pity you didn't have a chance to take revenge."
The director of the fourth division flicked his fingers and ordered his subordinate officials to repeatedly use various technical means to do double damage to Xu Le's body and spirit, and said in a deep voice, "You are an orphan without a father and mother, and you have become a terrorist. It may be a matter of tutoring. I admit that your willpower is stronger than I expected, but you must also admit that your spirit is about to collapse."
"Anyway, you can't stand it anymore, so why do you have to suffer more of these crimes?" The director of the fourth division said indifferently, "Why should I humiliate you and your family again?"
Xu Le coughed softly. Only after the four-day interrogation did he know how terrifying the FBI's incomparably professional interrogation methods were. Even if he was really a stone, he would have been ground into a few deep bones. crack.
He has not undergone any training in anti-torture extortion. He just relies on the tone of his heart and his perseverance to mutate his nerves. Through Xu Songzi, he knows that he is not necessarily a dead end. Although he does not know the real reason, he must bite the bullet. Gritting his teeth, he passed this period of time.
Xu Le's tough results made the FBI officials feel chilled and panicked, but he also knew that he was about to enter the stage of disenchantment. Inexplicably speaking.
He doesn't understand why the government still interrogates him, kills Medellin, and can't live. This is the ending he has already prepared for, and he doesn't understand why the other party wants to associate himself with the Qinglong Mountain anti-government army. Because of Shi Qinghai? Or does the federation need a proper charge
He raised his head with difficulty and said in a hoarse voice, "I killed Medellin, but it has nothing to do with Qinglong Mountain."
"Why do you want to kill him?" The director of the fourth division of the general manager asked quickly.
If Xu Le didn't speak again, he was really worried about whether he would collapse first. After so many days in a ghost place like Qingcheng Military Prison, he always felt that the suspect in the chair was like a silent stone, about to be thrown away. His professional patience was crushed into irritable shreds.
"Because he deserves to die." Xu Le lowered his head and said.
The director of the fourth department was silent for a moment, then suddenly stood up, took out the earphones in Xu Le's ears, violently pulled at his earlobe, and said to him in a cold trembling voice, "This is not the answer I want... You know I want what is the answer!"
Xu Le's earlobe was torn open, and blood flowed down his cheeks. He lowered his head again and became silent again.
The director of the fourth department suddenly slapped him coldly and said, "I can't stand it anymore, and I think you can't stand it anymore. We can see who can survive to the end."
Feeling the current rushing into the body again, Xu Le lowered his head and groaned miserably.
President Pabble stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the presidential residence, and the night reflected on his dark face, but it showed a faint and bright luster. After the meeting, he took a bath and drank a cup of coffee, but he still didn't feel sleepy. He stood quietly in front of the window, looking at the lawn outside, thinking silently about something.
Brin, the chief of the office of the president, knocked on the door and came in with a plaid pajama in his hand. He walked over to President Pabble and said softly, "Madam woke up just now, please rest early."
President Pabble hummed, took the pajamas, put them on his cool shoulders, and said, "Let her sleep first, I still have some things to think about."
Brin nodded, and when he was about to leave, he heard the president's low voice: "I want to ask you something."
During the tenure of the previous President Seagal, Brin, who was not very old, began to serve as the deputy director of the office of the President's residence. In a sense, this position is considered to be the most trusted personal butler around the president. Under normal circumstances, when the presidential residence has a new owner, the staff in the office, especially the two directors, the principal and the deputy, must leave because there is no Which federal president is willing to be by his side and still use his predecessor's confidant, this is an extremely dangerous and stupid move.
But Brin stayed and was even directly promoted by President Pabble to the full director of the office. He knew very well that it was because of his relationship with Mrs. Tai that President Pabble trusted him so much, but in the past five months, Brin had been a little worried because he couldn't be sure that His Excellency the President would not Will always use an official who has a close relationship with the Tai family.
What does it mean that the president has left him in office at this time tonight? Director Brin was a little nervous, but he looked calm on the surface. He stood quietly behind Mr. President without speaking, waiting for Mr. President to ask questions.
After a long silence, President Pabble turned around, looked at him and said in a deep voice, "What do you think about the investigation into the Medellin project last year?"
Hearing this sentence, Brin felt his heart burst suddenly. The Medellin project was designed by Mochou Houshan, and the purpose was to reach the peak of federal power for the gentleman in front of him. At this time, Mr. Pabble had to ask himself His opinion... A chill blooming from the depths of his heart occupied his whole body, he was silent, thinking, but he didn't know what words to use to answer.
President Pabble looked at him with calm eyes and said: "Everyone in the federation cannot be put at risk, and the confidence of the federation cannot be seriously damaged, so Medellin's spy identity is inconvenient to reveal... This is the suggestion of the National Security Council, The military also did not express any objection, so I accepted this suggestion. But I think the Medellin project, which was suspended last year, can continue, and the Capital Daily put some pressure on Bob and Wood to resume their duties and continue to dig deep into Mai. The clues in the Delin project and the things stored in the central database can also be selected and handed over to Parliament Hill."
A series of words flowed out of the calm Mr. President's mouth, very clear and powerful. The President from the bottom said with a hint of determination: "In this universe, it is no longer the pre-dynasty period, and there is nothing to respect. It is taboo for the deceased to say that the deceased is one hundred, and this is not acceptable.”
Brin is an extremely intelligent person, otherwise he would not have stayed in the presidential residence for so long. He understood the hidden meaning of Mr. President's words, his heart was cold, and cold sweat began to ooze from his back.
"What do you think about that soldier named Xu Le?" President Pabble suddenly changed the subject. In name, he was asking Brin, but in fact he was declaring his true opinions on many things.
After leaving the circular office, Brin gently closed the heavy black wooden door, stepped on the soft carpet, and walked towards his office, but his footsteps seemed extremely heavy. He understood the conversation between Mr. President and him—between Mochou, who had secretly supported him for many years, and his absolute loyalty to Mr. President, he had to choose a path.
When the long carpet came to an end, Director Brin gradually raised his head, his young face filled with a firm look, and he easily chatted with the maid who passed by with a smile.
He has made his choice.
After spending five months with President Pabble, he was deeply fascinated by the other party's charisma. In life, he always has to do something. He follows this persevering but not pedantic federal leader who insists on joining the WTO. , whether it is for personal future or to practice one's own spiritual pursuit, one should take a risk.
In the office, he took out his encrypted phone, dialed several numbers, and explained what the president had hinted at. During the last call, after a moment of silence, he said seriously: "Heroes of the Federation, they can shed blood, but they cannot be made to cry."
This is President Pabble's true opinion of the young man named Xu Le. Mr. President has not made a clear statement, but today Brin understood, so he faithfully conveyed the implicit instructions of Mr. President to those who have been waiting of people.
Putting down the phone, Director Brin unbuttoned his neckline, thinking of the lady's previous instructions, he couldn't help but take a few breaths before he calmed down.
The federal military wanted to protect Xu Le, but because of the special nature of the military, he could not come forward. The old man in Philadelphia who could influence the federal government has been sitting by the lake fishing...
Mr. President cherishes talent and wants to keep Xu Le alive, but because of the strong opposition within the government, the panic of those hidden families, especially the meaning of the lady, and cautiously kept silent - Mr. Pabble became the federal president , that lady and the grand power she represented played an extremely important role. No matter from which point of view, President Pabble highly valued that lady's attitude.
Holding the phone in his sweaty hands, Brin lowered his head and sorted out what he had thought about before. He couldn't help sighing softly. The young man named Xu Le was surrounded by such a complicated complex. problem, but pushed himself to the front.
The interrogation in the military prison has entered the last two hours of the fourth day. The director of the fourth division of the FBI had red eyes and dazzling hair. He pulled the button on his neck forcefully and shouted angrily, "You guys grew up eating shit? The Defense Department only gave us seven days! Where have you been?"
The professional torture experts of the Investigation Bureau in the room silently operated the instruments in their hands, and no one dared to answer, because they did not know how to answer—why did this guy still not collapse even though he had exceeded the limits of human beings!
The current increased again, and Xu Le, who was sitting on a chair covered in blood, suddenly laughed indistinctly. The laughter was a little weird.
He could hardly stand it anymore.
The director of the fourth division waved his hand and signaled his subordinates to adjust the current intensity to a suitable position, then walked to Xu Le, frowned, and listened carefully to Xu Le's vague words.
Xu Le straightened his head with difficulty, looked at the face of the official in front of him, and his heart was filled with cold emotions - in order to hide himself, for the good moment of escape, he endured for a long time, but at this time those noises in his head, and the old thing The silence, let him know that if he bears it any longer, he can only bear it until he collapses.
"When I was young, I was actually a very naughty person who was very good at saying weird things."
He narrowed his eyes, looked at the other person's face, and said in a hoarse voice, "But I don't know why, but later he said less and less and became more and more silent... Probably after following the uncle, the uncle said more and more strange things about the world. The more I want to be an audience, the less I have to say."
"Young man, wake up."
The director of the fourth department slapped Xu Le's face, and said softly, "I'll talk about your childhood story later, let's talk about what happened five months ago."
"Don't hit me again."
Xu Le did not speak according to his thoughts, but stared into his eyes very seriously: "Don't look at me giggling every day, I look honest and honest... In fact, I am a very vengeful person, otherwise why would I kill Medellin? I Now I can't wait to smash your face, if you hit me again, I'm really afraid that I can't help but kill you."
The head of the fourth department smiled brightly. The pale face that was haggard from lack of sleep did not need to be beaten, and looked extremely terrifying. He suppressed the irritability in his heart, stared at him and asked with a strange smile, "Really? "
He grinned, showing his white teeth, raised his right hand and started to slap Xu Le's cheek, clap clap clap!
The palm of the hand fell on the face, getting heavier and louder...
Blood flowed from Xu Le's lips, but he didn't seem to feel anything. He just stared at the blazing light in front of him, looking at the cold and crazy face of the official.
Her cheeks were sore and swollen, but Xu Le thought that after she escaped from Donglin, because of her identity as a fugitive, she became more silent and more honest, but occasionally she would go crazy.
"The less you talk, the less you can't speak." He coughed out two mouthfuls of blood and said, "Although I read a lot of books, some of them can't express themselves."
"What do you want to express?" The director stopped the slap in the face, and indifferently motioned his subordinates to wipe himself with a towel.
Xu Le on the chair paused slightly, lowered his head and said, "I'm used to doing it now, not talking."
After saying this, in his squinted eyes, the pupils suddenly gradually narrowed, and at the same time, the blood-stained pale face began to turn red rapidly, and the body that was tightly attached to the chair also began to tremble violently.
"Director, do you want to stop first?" The officer in the room noticed the strangeness and quickly suggested: "After so many days of strong current stimulation, I'm worried that he won't be able to hold on anymore."
"It's just that he can't stand it." The director of the fourth division of the General Office said indifferently, staring at Xu Le's pupils and rapidly trembling body.
"Director! According to the suspect's medical file, he has epilepsy... If he really died, how can we communicate with him?" the subordinate official reminded in a trembling voice.
"He wanted to pretend to be dead... It's a pity that he didn't pretend to be like having diarrhea. Do you want to pull it in your pants?"
The director of the fourth department looked at Xu Le, who was twitching on the chair, and said coldly: "Tell you, there were more than 20 people who once did this kind of thing in front of me in order to get a temporary break, you can try it. ."
Suddenly, Xu Le's body stopped shaking, he closed his eyes tightly, then opened them, looking at the director expressionlessly.
With a crisp sound, the alloy handcuffs that shackled him to the chair abruptly broke from it. Then, the magnetic alloy shackles at the ankles actually got rid of the adsorption of the magnetic ground and lifted up like lightning.
Xu Le raised his feet with heavy metal shackles and kicked the head of the fourth division chief's cold and hateful face!
A streak of blood surged in the gloomy sky, and under the light of the blazing lamp, it spread out like a flower. In this slow-motion scene, the stern FBI director, without humming, was kicked directly against the wall by Juli. With a loud bang, he didn't know how many fractures he had, and fell into a coma on the ground. .
Xu Le was still sitting on the chair, his feet kicking into the air had just finished the action, but was pulled down by the strong adsorption force of the magnetic ground. With a muffled sound, his feet stepped on the ground hard, then The huge impact force made his calf muscle fibers feel sore and numb.
The combination of the magnetic area and the fetters of the felon is the most stringent security control measure in the Qingcheng Military Prison, and probably only Xu Le has enjoyed it in the past few decades, especially in the interrogation room. The felon with the shackles, like a nail stuck in a log, sucks it tightly.
Who would have thought that under such security control measures, Xu Le, who seemed to be dying on the chair, could still forcibly break this powerful adsorption force in an instant and lift his legs!
The few FBI officers remaining in the interrogation room, watching this incredible scene, froze for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to raise a gun to kill Xu Le on the chair, only to realize that their guns had already been shot by them. taken by the prison.
Xu Le, who was pale in the chair and covered in blood, squinted and looked at the officials in the room who were facing the enemy, and at the comatose chief officer in the corner. He felt as comfortable as he had just finished using the toilet, using a hoarse voice. The voice said, "I don't want to talk. He's too long-winded, so I have to ask him to shut up."