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Chapter 916 - 916 907 Fatigue Tactics

916: Chapter 907: Fatigue Tactics?

Unexpected Surprise!

916: Chapter 907: Fatigue Tactics?

Unexpected Surprise!

When enemies meet, their loathing is unparalleled!

At that instant, Kong Heng felt his blood surge with heat.

He instantly felt his body fill with strength,

and the pain and torment he had suffered on the flight back seemed like nothing.

He wished he could break free from his restraints and flatten Wu Jie’s smiling face against the ground, grinding it fiercely!

Unfortunately…

Gazing furiously at Wu Jie, Kong Heng struggled frantically a couple of times before ceasing his vain efforts.

It was pointless.

Sitting on a specially made stainless steel chair, both his hands and feet were shackled.

Only in movies do you see the scenario where someone escapes due to sloppy restraints.

In reality…

Both his hands and feet were secured separately, and he had neither a key nor a steel pin on hand.

Could he possibly pry open the handcuffs with his fingernails?

Even the strongest individuals could not break free!

So…

Kong Heng didn’t bother with futile struggles, instead glaring hatefully at the smiling Wu Jie.

Seeing such a vicious look on his face, Wu Jie couldn’t help but sneer,

“Yesterday in the hospital, you kept saying you’d admit your wrongs and confess if I gave you a break and showed mercy.

And then?

Your words were as empty as a fart!”

“You killed two special agents and fled to join the enemy forces.

If you had been born a few decades earlier, you would have been a traitor, right?”

With a humph, Wu Jie stepped back, sat down, and lit a cigarette.

Enraged beyond words, Kong Heng struggled fiercely a couple of times.

But no miracle occurred!

He couldn’t break the chains that bound his hands and feet to rise and give Wu Jie a thorough beating.

“Enough, stop struggling!

Just confess honestly!”

“If you demonstrate exceptionally meritorious actions, perhaps your death sentence could be reduced to life imprisonment!”

The interrogator boomed out the reminder with full force.

Kong Heng cast a glance around the room.

This was a typical interrogation room.

In front of the steel chair was a small table.

Two interrogators were present: one to ask questions and the other to take notes.

There was a chair on the side for the supervising leader to sit on.

Cameras monitored from the two upper corners of the room.

The interrogation room was exceptionally quiet and clean, with just one door for entry and exit, no windows.

However, there were vents on the floor and ceiling, which were now slowly releasing cold air.

If they wanted to make someone suffer, they’d turn the temperature down until you shivered relentlessly.

“What are you looking at?

You can’t escape.

Just answer the questions truthfully, and the first one…”

The interrogator began to speak again, but Kong Heng cut him off with a cold chuckle.

“Interrogate for what?

I won’t say anything.

I don’t know anything!”

“If you want to handle the case by law, then properly find all the necessary evidence and build the case without my testimony!”

“If you plan to bend the law for personal gain and resort to torture, do whatever you please—kill me or beat me to death!”

Having said that, Kong Heng simply closed his eyes.

He leaned back as if settling down to sleep.

Tortured and exhausted from being drugged on the airplane, he was now completely worn out and starving.

Since there was no escape, it was better to seize every second for rest.

And this ‘dead pig not fearing scalding water’ attitude, resolute to resist to the end, unsettle the two interrogators a bit.

How could someone guilty of such atrocious crimes and responsible for a shockingly serious case be so relaxed and comfortable?

A button was pressed, and instantly a strong electric current jolted.

Kong Heng immediately shook all over from the electric shock, shivering uncontrollably.

Any sleepiness was instantly zapped away by the shock.

“What are you sleeping for?

Listen to the question, or you can give your own statement!”

“Hmph!”

Kong Heng snorted coldly, showing no intention of speaking, and settled back against the chair, preparing to rest.

The interrogator alternated between administering electric shocks and asking questions, but Kong Heng still didn’t speak.

After going back and forth three times, the interrogator stopped using the electric shocks.

He walked over and, without hesitation, took out a syringe from the medicine box on the desk and injected Kong Heng.

After waiting a while, he woke up Kong Heng.

He was as dazed as a drunken drunkard, feeling woozy and dispirited.

The interrogator tried asking questions again, but Kong Heng still didn’t speak; he just gave a silly laugh instead.

After waiting a bit for the hallucinogenic drug to take fuller effect, questioning him again proved futile.

“That’s enough!”

Wu Jie flicked his cigarette butt away.

The glowing ember traced a beautiful arc, landing precisely on Kong Heng’s belly.

In an instant.

The cigarette butt burned through his clothes and seared his nerves deeply.

In the midst of a scream of pain, Kong Heng wriggled and struggled as if his butt was on fire.

Eventually, the cigarette fell, but not without leaving him grimacing in agony.

Once more alert, Kong Heng glowered at Wu Jie viciously.

If looks could kill, Kong Heng’s glare would have torn Wu Jie to pieces.

However…

Kong Heng still didn’t speak.

Wu Jie couldn’t be bothered to engage in more talk; he turned to the two interrogators and ordered,

“I’m quite hungry in the middle of this night, go check the canteen for something spicy and tasty to eat, and set up a table here!”

After giving the orders and the two interrogators had left, Wu Jie didn’t get up but instead took to his phone, seemingly ignoring Kong Heng.

This guy was a professionally trained special forces soldier; his willpower and resistance to interrogation were naturally extraordinary.

Thinking that conventional methods would make him comply was nothing more than a pipe dream.

So, Wu Jie simply bowed his head to play with his phone.

Kong Heng kept a relentless watch on Wu Jie, and after glaring at him angrily for a while, he was overtaken by waves of fatigue and couldn’t help but close his eyes to rest.

After an indeterminate amount of time, his stomach rumbled, and he caught the scent of something deliciously fragrant.

His Adam’s apple moved involuntarily as he swallowed.

Opening his eyes, Kong Heng immediately brightened at the sight before him.

There was a small table laid out with many delectable dishes—twice-cooked pork, fish fragrant shredded pork, boiled beef slices in a fiery sauce, steamed lobster…

Damn!

The food treatment was actually this good?

Kong Heng involuntarily wanted to lift his right hand to grab some.

But…

His hands were cuffed, and he couldn’t move them at all.

Suddenly, Kong Heng realized the reality of his situation.

Eating?

It was utterly impossible!

Wu Jie had placed an entire table of delicious dishes so close yet didn’t allow him to eat.

For Kong Heng, who hadn’t had his dinner and had been brutally tortured up to this point, starving to the point of feeling his back stick to his chest, this was an extreme torment.

Seeing and smelling but unable to touch or eat.

Damn tricky bastard!

Deliberately tempting me with those tantalizing dishes, that’s just too damn deceptive.

Kong Heng couldn’t help but glare fiercely at Wu Jie.

Wu Jie and the two interrogators were having a blast as they ate.

They even opened a bottle of Maotai, toasting each other, and savored both the fine liquor and the gourmet food.

Damn it!

What kind of interrogation is this?

And they have such sly tactics?

Kong Heng’s rage was uncontrollable, he really wished he could explode, break free from the handcuffs, and flip the table over.

“Don’t be in such a hurry, eat slowly!”

“We’ve already caught the man, what’s there to worry about?

We have plenty of time to interrogate!”

Wu Jie reminded the two interrogators who were eating too quickly, then picked up a glass of wine, and with a smile, glanced at Kong Heng who was scowling fiercely.

“Thanks to you!

We’ve confiscated over a dozen properties, stocks, bonds, and such in the names of the deceased, raking in a cool billion!”

“Our meals have really improved now.

Look, we’re even smoking Zhonghua and drinking Maotai!”

“Loving these comfortable days!”

After Wu Jie took a small sip of his drink, he pushed a plate of braised pig’s knuckle in front of Kong Heng.

All he had to do was lean forward and bow his head, and he would definitely be able to get a taste.

But…

How could he possibly shed his dignity and lower his head?

“What’s wrong?

Don’t feel like eating?

This knuckle is fatty but not greasy, melts in your mouth, really refreshing!”

Wu Jie picked up a piece with his chopsticks to show Kong Heng.

“Look at this meat quality, only the front trotters of a top-quality fatty pig can produce such a great knuckle!”

“Feeling angry and don’t feel like eating?

Then spit it out, vent a little!”

Kong Heng kept silent and did not spit as a hooligan would, unable to eat and thereby defiling the whole dining table.

Closing his eyes, Kong Heng continued to rest.

But while he could control himself from looking, he couldn’t stop his nose from smelling.

And with his stomach growling with hunger, he couldn’t help imagining over and over the scene of Wu Jie and the others feasting.

The sensation of hunger attacked Kong Heng’s psychological defenses time and again.

But Kong Heng kept reminding himself inside.

Wu Jie, that bastard, King of Tricksters.

Would he really let me have a feast?

Enjoy gourmet food?

Dream on!

This guy was just trying to tempt me, deliberately trying to infuriate me.

There’s really no point in wasting words and expressions on such a vulgar villain.

Stay calm!

Cool!

Restrained!

Kong Heng kept reminding himself over and over.

But Wu Jie didn’t intend to feed Kong Heng, why waste food on such a scum traitor?

The only reason for dragging this out here was that the ‘Fox Hunt’ plan hadn’t taken effect yet.

They had to idle here, torture Kong Heng a bit, and earn some ‘pocket money.’

Sure enough.

To achieve the effect of psychological torture, every so often the interrogators would use electric shocks to jolt Kong Heng awake.

They wouldn’t beat or scold him, just let the sight of delicious food torment him with hunger.

They tormented him back and forth many times.

One interrogator cleaned up the dining table, and another poured most of a bottle of mineral water into Kong Heng’s mouth by pinching his chin.

If a person doesn’t eat or drink, they can last at most for three days.

But with regular hydration, one can survive for at least seven days.

Kong Heng, being such an important figure, couldn’t just be starved to death.

After hydrating him, they tidied up and left.

Bang!

The door closed.

Darkness enveloped the surroundings.

Kong Heng drank quite a bit of water, and his hunger pangs lessened significantly.

But being handcuffed to the chair, unable to move, arms not raised, legs not extended, it was really hard to sleep.

In this quiet and dark room, silent, with no sound or movement.

No matter how much he shouted or struggled, there was no response.

Kong Heng knew that they wanted to torture him with various exhaustion tactics, wear him down until he confessed voluntarily.

But could that be possible?

Kong Heng let out a cold laugh, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes to rest.

Unfortunately…

The damn periodic electric shocks, just when he was dead tired and sleeping soundly, would suddenly wake him up, which was infuriating and tormenting indeed.

He really wanted to grab Wu Jie and give him a good beating, then while applying salt, torture him relentlessly.

…

That night.

Nearly collapsing.

But the next morning, what woke Kong Heng wasn’t the strong electric jolts.

It was spicy wontons, soup dumplings, pancakes with crispy fritters, and deep-fried dough sticks…

Damn it!

Such a lavish breakfast, not afraid of choking to death!

Kong Heng could only curse in his heart.

In fact, with injuries and being tormented all night, by now he was on the edge of a mental breakdown.

Continuing to provoke him back and forth for another day or two, he felt he would surely go mad.

However…

Unexpectedly, he was taken out of the interrogation room that afternoon.

With a hood over his head, he was shackled to a wheelchair, clueless as to where he was heading.

He could vaguely sense that he was being put into a vehicle.

After a long drive, suddenly, there were jarring alarm sounds.

Not long after, the hood on his head was removed.

Being weary and confused, he didn’t understand what was happening when the police car stopped.

As soon as the car door opened.

A swarm of news media journalists buzzed around, frantically taking photos, filming, and asking questions.

“Mr.

Kong, are you truly innocent?

Were you not fleeing on purpose but kidnapped?”

“Why would the kidnappers abduct you?

And why would they force you to flee abroad?”

“May we ask what is your relationship with Mr.

Wu?

Why did he anonymously spend one hundred thousand Detox Pills to ransom you?”

“The kidnappers who abducted you managed to use an official plane and a submarine, who exactly are they?”

…

The sudden appearance of journalists, with endless questions, left Kong Heng bewildered.

What’s going on?

Clearly guilty as sin, how come I’m now innocent?

Clearly fleeing deliberately, why has it turned into being kidnapped?

And what about having a great relationship with Wu Jie…

What nonsense is this?

Am I dreaming?

Have I been tortured into hallucinating?

As Kong Heng was feeling bewildered, a familiar bespectacled man squeezed in, grinning broadly as he shouted:

“Heng bro, you’re free now!”

Upon hearing this, Kong Heng was even more confused…