This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!
Chapter 328: Level 2 Interrogation Protocol

Chapter 328: Chapter 328: Level 2 Interrogation Protocol

"What is she doing now?"

The room was dark, no lights on, only the glow from a 120-inch large display.

Fans in the chassis hummed while green and orange LED indicators flickered at the back of the server.

There were only six people in the room, five men and one woman.

Four were sitting in front of the computers, wearing headphones, and the other two stood behind them with hands clasped, watching the monitor intently.

The image on the large screen showed a pure white room, about 20 square meters in size, with soft sponge padding all around the walls. In the corner was a toilet, and at the other end, a bed folded up against the wall.

A woman with long brown hair was sitting on the bed, staring blankly, dressed in a white, one-piece patient’s gown, constantly rubbing her shoulders.

The screen was split into twelve parts, monitoring the small room from different angles—one angle, from below, clearly showing the woman’s face.

She was none other than Diana Prince, an external field agent of the Federation Spiritual Power Administration of the United Federation.

At the moment, she closed her eyes, her lips turned blue from the cold, continually rubbing her arms for warmth.

The person who had just spoken was a tall middle-aged man, arms crossed, watching the screen coldly.

"I think she’s done nothing but, warm herself?"

The response came from a middle-aged blonde woman, her long hair streaked with white. She was Marinda Shepard, the director of the Opportunity City branch of the Administration Bureau, referred to as Mrs. M.

"Is she still sticking to her statement?" the tall man asked.

"Yes, she hasn’t revealed any other information," Marinda replied.

"Has she received counter-interrogation training?" the tall man asked.

"Of course, all of CPA’s external field agents have undergone short-term training by the intelligence department, although it’s not much use to them," Marinda said.

"My patience is nearly run out, Mrs. M. We all know that information is very important," the tall man said, looking at Marinda, the light from the screen casting a cold expression on his face.

"I’m well aware, Mr. Chairman. We have acted as quickly as possible," Marinda said.

"Not quickly enough. It’s been over half a month since she came out of the subway. And despite knowing she was withholding information about that matter, you still gave her the opportunity to communicate with the outside world," the Chairman expressed his dissatisfaction.

"At that time, we hadn’t initiated the detention provision," Marinda replied respectfully.

"After she came out from the subway, she should have been detained for inspection first. And the measures you’ve taken so far seem to have no effect," the Chairman said.

"I have already initiated level 2 interrogation protocol; you know what that means, Mr. Chairman," Marinda stated.

Administration Bureau level 2 interrogation protocol, specifically designed for high-value targets, compelling them to reveal crucial information.

The initiation and execution location of level 2 interrogation protocol was a room about 20 square meters, devoid of any windows that could provide a view of the natural environment, ensuring the detainee lost all sense of time and potentially developing claustrophobia.

The room’s walls were made of soft material to prevent the detainee from self-harm, equipped with numerous sensors and cameras, as well as a comprehensive temperature control system and loudspeakers, constantly monitoring the detainee’s physical condition.

The sealed room was bathed in a relentless white glare 24 hours a day, unsuitable for sleep, while the temperature was dynamically kept between 5-10 degrees, simulating natural wind through air vents.

Loudspeakers intermittently blasted various kinds of noisy heavy metal music, thwarting the imprisoned from drifting into a subdued state.

At times, the room would abruptly go dark, engulfing into complete blackness, and negative, unpleasant simulated human voices would play, such as howling, crying, screaming, and whispering.

The prisoners were fed only once a day, with portions consisting of only half of an adult’s required energy, the food specially flavored to be predominantly bitter and salty, accompanied by a small amount of brine.

"She lasted almost six days, in a light sleep for 37 hours; the rest was spent in a semi-conscious state. We questioned her four times, and her story never changed," Marinda said.

"Level 2 interrogation protocols are ineffective on CPA agents; I suggest you adopt some more aggressive measures, Ms. Marinda. You know what I mean," the chairman said.

"I understand, but considering her physical condition, Mr. Chairman..." Marinda started but was interrupted.

"I don’t care about her physical condition, I only care about how she came back!" the chairman said sternly.

"She’s our agent, Mr. Chairman," Marinda said.

"Not anymore. How do you know she hasn’t had her personality switched by something?" the chairman said coldly.

"I have my reservations about that," Marinda said.

"Ms. Marinda, you’re covering for her. The Opportunity City Administration Bureau has been infiltrated, and you know what that means. Over the past two years, our top-secret intelligence has been continuously leaking to the outside, causing many losses and potential threats. Do you think we need more enemies?" the chairman asked.

"I’m not covering for any agent, Mr. Chairman, I’m just doing the most efficient thing. If medieval whips and branding irons were so effective, we wouldn’t have developed Level 2 interrogation protocols and Truth Serum," Marinda said.

"You have three more days, Ms. Marinda," the chairman said coldly, glancing at the woman on the screen and then walking out of the room.

Once the chairman left, Marinda said, "Bring her to the interrogation room."

Diana sat in the chair, staring blankly at the table, her eyes ringed black, significantly lighter in weight, her motions airy as she sat feeling almost weightless on the chair.

"Get me a cup of coffee."

Through the black one-way glass, Marinda examined Diana, took the paper cup passed by a colleague, and then walked into the room.

The interrogation room’s incandescent light was not as glaring as those in the sealed room. Diana sat there, drowsy, as Marinda placed the paper cup in front of her and then sat opposite.

"Have some coffee, girl," Marinda said.

Diana picked up the cup and started drinking. It was the tastiest thing she had tasted in six days.

"Can you talk to me, Diana?" Marinda asked.

Diana responded with a middle finger.

"I’ll take that as a yes," Marinda said.

Diana ignored her, finishing the coffee in one gulp.

"What sports do you usually enjoy? Is it HEMA? The coach there said you haven’t been around for a while," Marinda started.

"The burgers across from the fencing hall are not bad either, right? Cheap and delicious. They say you could eat six at once," Marinda continued.

"Your red muscle car hasn’t been fueled for a while. The rear right tire needs changing too," Marinda said, but Diana kept her head down, fiddling with her fingernails.

"You did well in that biscuit factory incident, you’re brave," Marinda sighed.