Seeing that the pure-blood Genestealer had completely suffered a mental breakdown, Assassin raised a hand to signal the Player holding the whip to stop. He stepped forward and looked at the barely breathing Xenos.
"So? Ready to talk now?"
"I'll talk, I'll talk," the pure-blood Genestealer said with the last of its strength, its voice filled with the submission of someone utterly broken. "I am a Fallen Angel. I repent..."
Assassin's expression instantly froze. After a stunned pause, he said, "No, who told you to say you were a Fallen Angel? I'm asking where your pure-blood kin are now!"
"What pure-blood kin?" A strangely human-like confusion appeared in the Genestealer's compound eyes. "I don't know... Aren't I a Fallen Angel?"
"..." Assassin fell silent for a moment, then turned to the Player beside him. "Don't use this thing again next time."
"What about now?" the other asked cautiously.
"Keep whipping! Whip it to death!" Assassin snapped irritably.
"Got it!" The Player perked up and raised the whip again.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! I've truly repented! I really am a Fallen Angel! Stop whipping me! Stop..."
Assassin could not be bothered to watch any longer. Turning around, he waved at the soldiers of his company. "All right, all right. Squads, do your own thing. Report back if anything major happens."
The Players on the scene immediately scattered in all directions, while some remained gathered around with great interest, admiring the inhumane spectacle.
Assassin walked aside, picked up a walkie-talkie, and switched it to an encrypted channel. "Three Stars calling Slime. Three Stars calling Slime. Can you hear me?"
"Yes." Robert's voice quickly came through from the other end. "How did it go? Did your interrogation plan work?"
"It failed." Assassin sighed, his tone full of helplessness. "I'm guessing this thing doesn't make