Chapter 341

The stinging slap brought the unconscious young man back to his senses, but instead of opening his eyes immediately, he used his ears to perceive his surroundings.

This is part of the special training; opening your eyes immediately gives interrogators the impression that "this guy is in good condition," which leads them to use more violent methods during the interrogation.

However, if he opens his eyes more slowly, the interrogators will think he may be nearing his limit. In order to get an important confession, they will not use severe torture, because it would be bad if they tortured him to death.

Besides this, listening to everything around him allows him to have a general understanding of the current situation after he opens his eyes.

In reality, physical interrogation is not particularly unbearable; it's just some pain. Spies who are sent abroad on missions must undergo anti-interrogation training, which includes being beaten and forced to confess in various ways.

The psychological breakthrough is the most difficult; with good preparation, you can calmly deal with what comes next.

Another slap followed, and the young man slowly opened his eyes, as if he had almost no strength left in his body.

He glanced to the side and saw the "senior" who was playing the role of his father tied to the chair next to him. The two were almost awake, looked at each other, and did not shout any stupid things like "the wrong person was arrested".

The fact that the other side was able to capture them means they were well-prepared; in fact, it could be said that even if they weren't spies, these people wouldn't let them go.

Instead of shouting and provoking these people, we should be prepared to bear the blame that follows.

The interrogator was a young military officer in his thirties. The National Security Committee is a semi-military organization, so it is normal for there to be active-duty military personnel in its management.

The young officer's smile was unsettling, somewhat effeminate, and his eyes, like those of a venomous snake lurking in a cave, were poised to strike.

"To lighten the burden of your confessions, only one of you will live. I'm giving you that power. You have only one minute to choose."

As he spoke, he glanced at his watch and turned away.

Soldiers with guns stood in the corners of the room, and apart from the chairs where the two people were sitting, there was nothing else.

The officer had his back to them, his hands behind his back, and the ball of his right foot was constantly rising and falling, as if he were keeping time for something.

The old man and the young man exchanged glances, neither making a choice nor speaking.

They hadn't expected the Federal interrogation to be so direct and efficient, starting with a psychological breakthrough. But under Gefra's advanced training system, these were just minor tricks.

Both men believed that these people would then take one of them out to another room, and then gunshots would be heard outside the room.

They would say that their companions were dead, trying to break down their psychological defenses by claiming their companions' deaths, but they had already seen through the plan and knew it wouldn't work.

Time passes by bit by bit. A minute usually goes by so quickly that you don't even feel its existence. But today, right now, a minute feels incredibly long.

The officer raised his wrist and glanced at his watch again. He turned to look at the two men, a faint smile on his face. "Alright, time's up. It's time to make a choice: who lives, who dies?"

The two Gefra spies remained silent. They would be separated soon, and this was likely their last meeting before being deported.

Perhaps knowing they wouldn't die, they appeared calm and composed. A hint of mockery even flashed briefly on the young man's face before disappearing just as quickly.

"It seems you're not very willing to cooperate, but that's alright, I'll help you choose!" The officer wasn't angry at their silence. His gaze swept back and forth between the two men, finally settling on the young man's face.

"We always say that young people are the future, young people are the hope of the country, so..." He turned his head, his eyes becoming terrifying and sharp, "I will leave the opportunity to young people!"

As he spoke, he drew his sidearm from his waist, pointed it at the older spy's head, and pulled the trigger. In the two of them, before they could react, it was only about two seconds.

With a snap, the young man's expression froze completely, and his face became damp and warm, which was slowly sliding down.

His eyes became terrified and empty. He slowly turned his neck. There was no mentor who always encouraged him, no mentor who taught him many principles, only a smashed head.

When the bullet passed through the vestibule, there was only a small hole in the forehead, but the bullet ripped off the old man's skull at the back of his head, leaving a fist-sized gash. Blood and splatter were everywhere on the walls and the floor.

This... is completely different from his training and common sense! "Clean it up!" the officer ordered. Two soldiers expressionlessly untied the corpse from the chair. Without the help of ropes, the corpse quickly slumped over, falling onto the young man.

As he grew up, he considered the possibility of sacrifice and witnessing the sacrifice of his comrades. He considered it a great moment, and he was even moved by it! But at this moment, there was no glory, no emotion. He did want to shed tears, but these tears were not because of anyone who had given their all for the country, but because of fear.

He no longer wanted to look at the head with a gash lying on top of him; he was trembling all over.

The body was dragged out, leaving a very obvious trail on the ground. Soon after, a soldier wiped up the bloodstains and sprayed disinfectant, filling the room with the smell of disinfectant.

"Xxx (a random name, think of one yourself), 194th class student of the Gefra Royal Military Academy ..." The officer took a file bag from the soldier's hand, opened it and read the contents.

This is information about young people, information from Gefra. He thought this information should be Top Secret, but now it has fallen into the hands of the Federal.

As more and more detailed information about him was leaked, the young man's body was no longer under his control, and his psychological defenses collapsed.

"You have a lovely younger brother and a lovely younger sister, oh... and a fiancée named Julia. Everyone is so proud of you, and they're all waiting for you to come back..."

The officer smiled and handed the documents to the soldier next to him. "Actually, we can have them come and reunite with you. They should be happy to do so."

"You only have one chance now, because you're not the most important person. We have many other partners to choose from besides you. Don't worry too much if you can't satisfy me."

"Because the ashes of your family members, including your fiancée's, will be buried together with your ashes!"

He paused for a moment, then casually pulled up a chair that had just been sprayed with disinfectant and sat down opposite the young man. "Alright, let's talk about something that interests me..."

Many people are working hard to make this country stronger, but some are dragging it down for money.

At the same time, in a different room, the congressman on television kept shaking his head, the loose skin on his cheeks swaying back and forth with his head-shaking movements, like the withered, sagging skin of an old woman...

"What we need to do now is not to provoke hostility or even confrontation from other countries by showing our military strength, but to restore production and economic vitality. That is our most important task going forward."

This congressman spoke eloquently about his theories on television, and there were always people who supported him. "I understand that promoting international relations is necessary for the next stage of the Federal's development, but we should selectively engage with these countries, rather than having some people 'buy' diplomatic achievements for the sake of their political achievements and their own face."

"This is a disgrace to all Diplomat, and a disgrace to the Federal!"

The young host pressed on, asking, "Did you just use the word 'buy'?"

The congressman nodded. "Yes, 'buy.' Our diplomatic relations with Nagaril are essentially a relationship bought with money. Such a relationship will not last and will not benefit us in any way. This is not a normal and healthy diplomatic relationship, and we should end it."

"I have seen the proposal. Every year we will provide Nagaril with some supplies and build factories for them. If we keep this money in the country, I believe it can provide at least 50,000 to 100,000 jobs for our people."

"But our president, who came from out of office, is trying to stabilize his chances of winning the election by buying diplomatic relations. It has to be said that this is a shameful thing to do."

"He harmed the interests of everyone in the Federal, just so he could stay in power longer!"

The host's expression was one of profound grief, as if he had lost his father. "And this relationship won't last?"

The members of Congress nodded again. These questions and answers had actually been written down long ago, and they had memorized them several times. This was a necessary skill for members of Congress and the moderator.

"Once we stop aiding Nagaril, these ignorant, backward and greedy countries will abandon diplomatic relations with us and embrace new countries."

"This will become the most ridiculous joke in the history of Federal diplomacy, and the most shameful page in the Federal!"

The congressman's statement resonated with many, particularly the unemployed who desperately wanted a job to support themselves and their families.