But Tutu was still full of energy!
He sat upright, glaring with anger at the Huang Ban agent across the table, his voice loud and powerful,
"You little rascals, use whatever tricks you’ve got! I will never bow to you! Don’t even think about getting any intel from !"
The Huang Ban agent in charge of the interrogation was also puzzled; why was this guy calling him a rascal?
Besides, he’s used every trick in the book, yet the guy before him was like iron; he had already whipped so hard that the whip broke, he was so tired he could barely straighten his back, yet the guy across seed even more spirited than him.
At this mont, a counterintelligence agent pushed the door open and entered, followed by soone else — the counterintelligence minister, Arthur Jenkins.
The agent sitting in the chair quickly stood up to offer his seat, but Arthur signaled him to sit down and asked calmly,
"What did he say?"
Valerie had ssed up, causing the entire counterintelligence departnt to face trouble, so he had to co out and see if he could clean up the ss.
The agent replied sowhat frustrated,
"He hasn’t said a thing."
Jenkins nodded; he was actually quite pleased with this answer. Now, only if he could get the other party to talk, would the intelligence be valuable.
Then he asked the agent what thods had been used, and after hearing the answer, even he frowned.
So many strong tactics used, yet the guy hadn’t opened his mouth—was he made of iron?
But then his expression relaxed; this ti Jenkins had co with a trump card that no human could possibly endure.
"Have you tried flipping through his mories?"
Agent: "We had soone try, but his brain’s underlying ICE seed extrely powerful; it directly backfried, killing two of our net agents. Without the assistance of large equipnt, we didn’t dare to try again."
This powerful...
The agent’s answer was sothing Jenkins didn’t expect; they were Huang Ban’s agents, yet even if they couldn’t breach the other’s database, they shouldn’t have failed to escape, right?
But...
The more this was the case, the more excited Jenkins beca, because it ant he might have caught a big fish, hiding enormous secrets.
If he could dig them out, he might even stave off punishnt this ti and advance even further.
Thinking of this, Jenkins said to Tutu in a gentle tone,
"Sir, what value is there in enduring this? As far as I know, after you were captured, none of your companions have co to rescue you. They’ve already abandoned you."
"There’s an old saying at Todai: ’A wise man is one who knows what’s best for himself.’ I believe with the various ans of Huang Ban, we will surely make you talk."
"But I believe you are a smart person; none of us want you to suffer physically. We hope you can cooperate with us. Huang Ban will not treat you poorly."
"Status, money, won, fa — just nod, and we’ll do our best to et your desires."
"Top-tier prosthetics, the best dical care, these are things you can’t trade for even if you died a hundred tis on the streets. Why risk your life for a group of Wanderers?"
"And your compatriots are still vainly resisting Huang Ban; trust , before dawn they’ll all be dead. As long as you nod, Huang Ban won’t hold it against you."
Jenkins’ voice carried an irresistible allure, a result of many years as an agent. He believed that after all the torture this person had endured, even if his resolve was ironclad, he should have softened by now.
"Hah—ptuh!"
Tutu spat right into the chattering Jenkins’ mouth.
Jenkins reflexively gulped, and by the ti he realized what he had swallowed, it was too late. He was bending over the table retching,
"Gag—gag—"
He even used his fingers to trigger his throat, trying to vomit up whatever he’d swallowed.
Tutu found his reaction incredibly amusing,
"Heehee, keep talking, why did you stop?"
"Let tell you! You Huang Ban Sanlang’s lackey, no matter what kind of torture you use, you won’t get a word from . True martyrs dare to face gushing blood; justice cannot be eradicated!"
His tone was self-righteous to the point of perversity, making the two agents next to him feel a bit ashad.
Then his tone shifted again,
"But I don’t eat much; maybe just the honey trap. If you could arrange for Huang Ban izhi and Mizuki to play ’swallow pair’ with once..."
"Nah, that green cock’s crest makes nauseous; swap it. Don’t they have a granddaughter or sothing? I might not say no to that..."
Jenkins had no choice but to face a despairing fact as he failed to induce vomiting.
He might have really swallowed it.
Feeling his dignity trampled, he couldn’t hold back any longer, ripping the mask of calm from his face as he roared in anger,
"Show him Death Super Dream! A hundred tis! Until he begs for rcy!"
Death Super Dream, as the na implies, manipulates emotions to make soone experience various forms of death continually.
This isn’t sothing you can withstand with sheer willpower; the Super Dream controls your brain’s neurological responses, inducing you to fully experience the emotions of the subject.
This is a torture thod used in Night City for death row inmates. Even in jail, only a very few criminals experience this, but usually, just a few minutes is enough to drive prisoners to painful madness, begging for rcy.
Tutu was fitted with the Super Dream Device, and he barely bothered to resist, still talking incessantly,
"What are you gonna show ? It’s not gonna be like those stupid viral videos on YouTube, right? I’m telling you, I only watch adult content on international sites. Only idiots believe that stuff..."
The agents pretended not to hear him and imdiately activated the Super Dream upon connecting the device.
With a flash, Tutu found the world before him changed; he was trapped on an iron bed, next to a scavenger holding a chainsaw.
Because it wasn’t an adult Super Dream, the system didn’t prevent the player from watching.
Tutu wanted to speak, but couldn’t open his mouth, only watching as the person approached him, his tightly bound body twisting as if attempting to escape.
Until he watched as his body was slowly sawed open from legs to arms with wide eyes.
However, Tutu didn’t feel anything, even felt like laughing a bit.
The technique was so crude; scavengers wouldn’t dissect a body like this. Even in Black wtwo, they wouldn’t use chainsaws; the saw blade ruins the prosthesis’s integrity, making them unsellable.
As for death?
Please.
Maybe it was effective the first ti, but what player hasn’t died seven or eight tis by now? Even more in Super Dream, over a hundred deaths are no outlier.
Super Dream’s scenes shifted one after another, Tutu constantly changing ways to die.
Burning to death
Dismbernt
Rape... couldn’t see this one
Thrown into a microwave
Hit by a car...
At first, there was novelty, but after many tis, Tutu found it all rather boring.
anwhile, outside, Arthur Jenkins stared at Tutu like a long-awaited revenge, hoping to hear the other scream, to beg for rcy.
But after half an hour, there was no reaction from him.
Instead, an agent burst in from outside, hurriedly saying,
"Minister, sothing happened at the fire scene; a chemical plant exploded, and several hover cars transporting chemicals are heading our way!!!"
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