NABC Chapter 1300 - 1299: Break the Spirit
Chapter 1300 - 1299: Break the Spirit
The two interrogators were taken separately into the interrogation room and the observation room.Yang Chen, Ye Xin, and the members of Dawn One were in another room, watching everything through the surveillance feed.
One of them, a man with short hair and a gloomy gaze, was strapped to the execution chair.
Beside the execution chair was a rack covered with various execution tools, some still stained with fresh blood left from previous sessions, looking downright terrifying!
But the man wasn’t afraid at all. He lay on the execution chair, let them tie him up, and simply closed his eyes as if he were falling asleep.
The one in the observation room was even more contemptuous, being pressed into a chair and tied down.
However, according to Yang Chen’s instructions, it wasn’t going to be that simple.
Soon, the man sitting in the observation room was trussed up like a zongzi, unable to move an inch!
Next, his head was clamped in place so that he couldn’t even twist his neck at all!
He immediately panicked and blurted something out.
He was speaking a foreign language.
The meaning was: What are you going to do?
Yang Chen smiled. He had already achieved his first goal.
They weren’t afraid of torture, not afraid of pain, and were mentally prepared to die. So the one in the interrogation room, strapped to the execution chair, felt no fear.
But this man in the observation room, not knowing what they intended to do to him, had a sliver of fear creep into his heart.
If it were just simple torture, they had already steeled themselves for it in advance, so they weren’t afraid. But now they had no idea what Yang Chen was planning to use on them, and that uncertainty bred fear.
People are always afraid of the unknown.
Clamping his head in place wasn’t the end of it; they actually brought over an eyelid retractor!
"Uli-walala!" The man panicked and shouted incoherently.
The Dawn Squad members ignored him, pried his eye open, and forced the eyelid retractor in so it pinned his eyelids wide!
At once, his eyes were forced round, his eyeballs trembling wildly in terror.
He babbled and howled incoherently.
The Dawn Squad ignored him again and fixed a lip retractor to pull his lips apart.
Now he couldn’t even speak clearly.
"Uuuh! Uuuh-uuuh!" He strained and struggled, but couldn’t move at all.
The Dawn Squad members didn’t say a word. They all walked out, leaving him alone in the room.
In the other room, watching the screen, the corners of Yang Chen’s mouth lifted into a faint smile.
He had achieved his goal. Next, it was up to the man in the interrogation room to put on a show.
When he heard the report that preparations were complete, Dawn One looked at Yang Chen in puzzlement and asked, "Sir, what do we do next?"
Yang Chen glanced at Dawn One, smiled slightly, and said, "No hurry."
Dawn One was very confused, but he still followed Yang Chen’s lead.
Ye Xin, on the other hand, understood Yang Chen’s intent. Her beautiful eyes lingered deeply on him. She felt her man always had a way.
There are many ways to interrogate. Torture is the last resort; breaking the mind is the best approach.
This was exactly what Yang Chen was doing—going for the heart!
After about half an hour, the man in the observation room couldn’t take it anymore; his eyes were overwhelmed, and tears streamed down nonstop.
Yang Chen had someone go in and remove the eyelid retractor, let him rest for five minutes, then put it back on him.
Of course, they continued to leave him alone in the room.
The man shouted and screamed, but nobody paid him the slightest attention.
After about ten minutes...
Someone entered the interrogation room.
The man in the observation room, his eyes forced open, couldn’t help but look through the glass wall.
The one strapped to the execution bed had already fallen asleep. The sound of footsteps from the interrogators woke him. He glanced over, then closed his eyes again, seeming ready to go back to sleep.
But the executioners weren’t going to let him sleep. They began the torture immediately.
In the observation room—
Whoosh!
A huge screen lit up in front of the man trussed up like a zongzi with his eyelids pried open.
On the screen was a magnified view of the torture site!
He didn’t want to look and struggled like mad, but with his eyelids pinned back he had no way to look away!
Cut after cut...
Blood everywhere.
Cut after cut...
Cut after cut...
Piece by piece...
Just watching it made your heart seize and your scalp go numb!
Pain.
It hurt just to look at it!
The entire session was torture, like a full-on slow slicing execution. Throughout the process, the executioners didn’t say a word, didn’t make a single sound.
But the one being forced to watch lost all his earlier bravado, screaming and howling like a madman, begging for mercy.
...
No one could endure that kind of terror!
The observer completely broke down, tears pouring down his face.
The torture went on for a full hour.
An hour later, the screen went dark, leaving only the glass wall and the corpse inside.
In the other room, Yang Chen was very satisfied with the final effect.
He didn’t think this was cruel.
The people of Beihai Country had done things to the people of Flame Country that were a thousand times more cruel than this.
If he didn’t do this now, the number of citizens of Flame Country who would die in the future might be tens of millions more than today!
If future generations found out about this and cursed him for it, Yang Chen would still rather be the one they cursed!
Someone has to be the bad guy.
Yang Chen stood up and headed for the interrogation room with Dawn One.
As for Ye Xin, Yang Chen left her outside the door.
A beautiful woman like that would only undermine the severe and tense atmosphere he was building.
Beautiful things don’t belong in a place like this.
Once inside, Yang Chen gestured for them to remove the lip retractor and asked, "Can you understand the language of Flame Country?"
The man stared blankly and shook his head over and over, his bloodshot eyes filled with terror.
Of course, he looked frightening too—eyes forced open by the eyelid retractor made him look downright horrific.
Seeing no reaction, Yang Chen had no choice but to switch to the language of Beihai Country: "You saw what just happened. I’m going to proceed with the interrogation. Before we begin, I’ll ask you once: are you willing to clear some things up for us?"
The man still didn’t respond.
Impatience flashed across Yang Chen’s face. He waved his hand and said, "Take him down for execution and bring in the next reserve subject."
"Yes, sir!" The Dawn Squad member responded crisply, snapped a salute, and moved to untie the man!
The man panicked instantly and shouted, "I’ll talk! I’ll talk! Ask me anything, I’ll tell you everything! I beg you, don’t torture me!"
His psychological defenses had completely collapsed.
Before he came, he’d undergone surgery and brainwashing, and he thought he was ready to face any torture. But once he saw the torture carried out, the overwhelming fear shattered everything.
He had no desire to endure that.
No one would.
The corners of Yang Chen’s mouth lifted in the faintest of smiles—he had achieved his goal.