I Just Wanted to Be a Galactic Hunter—Why Am I on the Wanted List? Chapter 119: The Perfect Torture

At this mont, inside the interrogation room of the Jadeite Main City Security Departnt.

Abel Norton and his two colleagues were sitting on silver-white tal chairs, smoking quite leisurely, their backs completely relaxed against the chair backs.

Opposite Abel Norton was a bloody, suspended figure hanging in mid-air within the interrogation room, breathing weakly.

"I have to say, you are the assassin with the most formidable physique among all the assassins I've ever seen."

Abel Norton smoked with great enjoynt while praising the bloody figure hanging in the air with utmost sincerity.

"It's a pity. For people like us in the Security Bureau, it's impossible to keep secrets once you enter this interrogation room."

"Luca Brown, perhaps your only chance was to choose suicide the mont you were caught."

"But obviously, you weren't prepared to die."

After being brought to the interrogation room by Abel Norton, Luca Brown suffered dozens of inhuman tortures from the Security Bureau, including but not limited to branding irons, fire burning, waterboarding, fiberglass, and various cruel punishnts like ntal shocks.

Since Luca Brown was also a physically powerful seventh-tier Martial Artist, he was one of the few tough individuals among those who entered this interrogation room who could endure all the tortures.

And these dozens of cruel punishnts were not aid at extracting information through interrogation, but simply to break Luca Brown's spirit.

The Security Bureau's interrogation thods are quite unique.

After destroying the target's spirit and body, they would dispatch a psychic-type Psychic to directly probe their mories.

The interrogation masters of the Security Bureau never need to ask questions;

the person being interrogated has a chance of lying.

While the probability of mories lying is not zero, it is very small.

Moreover, to prevent the target from having mory alteration thods, for high-priority interrogation targets, the Security Bureau would also dispatch a precognition-type Psychic to work with the psychic-type Psychic.

Unfortunately, Luca Brown was such a high-priority interrogation target.

He was a seventh-tier Martial Artist and also an extrely rare seventh-tier assassin.

Most assassin professional legacies co from the "Land of the Gods," and they are exceptionally rare professional legacies.

This type of legacy is also sothing everyone denounces within the Land of the Gods.

Within the Federation, there aren't many forces that can obtain this kind of legacy and cultivate such high-tier assassins...

After learning about Luca Brown's dual-system Tiers, the Security Bureau gave him sufficient respect.

The two Superhumans sitting beside Abel Norton were a seventh-tier psychic-type Psychic and a precognition-type Psychic.

That precognition-type Psychic had rushed from the Central Star Domain to the Jadeite Star Domain at noon.

This was a near-perfect interrogation configuration.

The unlucky and pitiful Luca Brown, after entering this interrogation room, hadn't even spoken a complete sentence before completely exposing all his intelligence.

The intelligence about the Marquis Hunter family had been fully learned by those two interrogation masters from the Security Bureau.

"The interrogation is over. This person has no value left."

The female Superhuman sitting to Abel Norton's right delivered this assessnt. She was a seventh-tier psychic-type Psychic skilled in interrogation.

"Agreed. The brief future I foresaw also shows all this intelligence is genuine."

The male Superhuman sitting to Abel Norton's left also indicated the interrogation was over.

As the person in charge of this interrogation, Abel Norton glanced at Luca Brown, whose consciousness was already fading, and nodded, indicating the questioning was over.

Subsequently, all three solemnly signed their nas on the intelligence report before them.

This action represented that all three would be responsible for the authenticity of this intelligence.

This was both rit and responsibility.

This intelligence regarding the Marquis Hunter family would beco top-secret information and be handed over to the Security Bureau headquarters in the Central Star Domain for processing.

Perhaps this intelligence would only unleash its due power in the near future.

But it is foreseeable that the Energy Departnt will not block the Security Departnt's funding for a period of ti.

The Security Departnt has found the real "culprit" of the "Dusk Star Domain Energy Theft Case" for the Energy Departnt.

Federal Calendar 7708, October 16th, early morning.

67 Iris Street.

A bizarre figure with wings sprouting from its back, following the guidance of a map application, landed outside this abandoned warehouse.

The two Viper Gang mbers guarding the entrance, upon seeing Loren in an instant, wanted to raise an alarm!

Late night and a bizarrely appearing Superhuman—these two pieces of information combined often represent extre danger.

But unfortunately, their attempt to fire warning shots was not as fast as Loren's psychic power activation.

These two guards fell into a bizarre stupor the mont their hands just touched the firearms at their waists...

Two seconds later, Loren calmly stepped over their corpses and walked towards this lively abandoned warehouse.

When he had just landed at the entrance, Loren could already hear the explosive music coming from inside the abandoned warehouse.

At this mont, the Viper Gang was wildly celebrating because they had connected with the big shot, Councilor Osman...

This ant they were no longer an underground gang that couldn't be ntioned openly, but the big shot's "black gloves."

Completely unaware that outside their gang's base, an uninvited guest had arrived, also wanting to join this revelry.

Imdiately after, that black-gold Revolver appeared in Loren's hand, and he fired two shots backward.

"Bang!"

The explosion's flas ignited the corpses of the two Viper Gang mbers at the entrance.

The flas also illuminated Loren's figure at the entrance.

A tall figure with enormous Black Wings behind him stood in the middle of the warehouse entrance. The Viper Gang mbers couldn't see his face;

behind him were fiercely burning flas.

The shadow of this uninvited guest was elongated by the flas behind him and projected onto the wall of the abandoned warehouse.

Like a shadow of death, it enveloped the Viper Gang mbers present.

"I hope you all have an unforgettable night, gentlen." Loren murmured to himself.

After saying this, Loren stepped into the warehouse and walked towards the stage in the middle of the abandoned warehouse.

In the center of the stage was a brown genuine leather sofa.

On that brown sofa sat a burly man wearing a strange necklace around his neck, with a vividly tattooed viper on his right arm.

It was an exquisite tattoo of a viper eating an apple, as if it held special aning.

His brawny arm, tattooed with the viper, was holding a woman with a hot figure.

And this sexy woman wasn't wearing any clothes on her upper body;

bare-chested, she was snuggling against the burly man.