Interrogation was a skill

Alvin had extensive experience in infiltrating the Underhive and joining gangs.

After all, he came from the Underhive of the gang, and even if he hadn't actually experienced it firsthand, he had at least heard about the ins and outs of gang life.

After bidding farewell to Father Aruman, Alvin did not linger and returned to his Underhive.

The law enforcement officers guarding the entrance to Nest City had already recognized him. After offering him a few cheap cigarettes, he returned to his Underhive without incident.

Returning to the Underhive and gazing at the dome shrouded in radiation and industrial fumes, Alvin's mindset had undergone a complete transformation compared to the previous two times.

The change stems not only from increased strength, but also from a firm resolve born from the foresight of a terrifying future.

To successfully infiltrate the gang, Alvin faces two paths.

First, he would impersonate an ordinary scavenger, join the Iron Hammer Gang, and wait for an opportunity to investigate evidence related to the cult.

However, this method was too slow, so it was rejected by Alvin.

The main reason is that seven days later is the annual "Ascension of the Emperor Festival," a festival commemorating the great Emperor who ascended the Golden Throne for the sake of all mankind.

It's somewhat similar to the New Year in my previous life, so the entire Nest City will be bustling with activity at that time.

However, the defensive forces of Nest City will be under unprecedented tension and weakness, coinciding with the day the Planetary Governor Garken will announce the next successor.

With these two major events coinciding on the same day, even Alvin could guess that the cult would definitely make a big move!

That's why Father Aruman repeatedly gave him these instructions.

Regardless of whether evidence is found, they must return to the Mid-hive before the "Ascension of the Emperor Festival".

Secondly, there is the simplest, but also the riskiest, method.

Find a high-ranking member of the Iron Hammer Gang, switch places with him, and infiltrate the upper echelons of the Iron Hammer Gang.

Although the risk of being exposed is high, the potential reward is undeniably the highest.

To find conclusive evidence linking the Iron Hammer Gang to a cult within just seven days, this is undoubtedly the only way. The Iron Hammer Gang and a cult

"Unfortunately, I'm not a 'Psychic' Psyker." Alvin rubbed his temples, a hint of regret in his voice.

Psyker are mainly divided into five categories: bio-engineering, prophecy, fire, mind, and telekinesis.

Psyker, with their Psychic, can control others' minds without them even realizing it, making them perfectly suited for infiltration, intelligence gathering, and control.

Unfortunately, Alvin belongs to the "Telekinesis" type, unlike those with the Psychic, who can directly extract information from other people's minds.

"It's alright, although it will take a little more effort, there's always a way."

As the saying goes, anything is possible with effort, and Alvin wholeheartedly agrees. Although he's not Psychic, who says there's no way to achieve anything?

They donned S.H.I.E.L.D..'s "Static Veil" and donned an unfamiliar face.

Then, Alvin disguised himself as a scavenger and, taking advantage of the complex terrain of Underhive, quietly followed several members of the Iron Hammer Gang.

His target wasn't these small fry, but the higher-ups of the Iron Hammer Gang.

After completing their task of distributing supplies for the day, the group arrived together at a low-lying house with a hammer flag hanging at the door, clearly indicating that this was a base.

Alvin quietly concealed his footsteps, pressed himself gently against the wall, and listened to the sounds inside.

"Lord Tote, a total of seventeen people have registered today."

"Good, at this rate, you'll soon have enough members and then you'll be able to become senior members."

"Tote, Lord Thoth! Tote, Lord Thoth!"

"Once you become senior members, I will personally recommend you to the leader."

"Rest assured, Tote, we will work hard and gather 100 people as soon as possible!"

"Great, very energetic!"

The conversation in the bar ended, and the henchmen were overjoyed, clearly enjoying the promises made by "Tote".

"Tote is probably the high-ranking official in charge of this area." Through the brief conversation, Tote was undoubtedly the target. Alvin narrowed his eyes and quietly retreated into the shadows.

The man known as "Tote" had a thick stubble on his chin and a scar that cut across his face, making him look somewhat fierce.

"Pshaw, a bunch of idiots. Giving away supplies for free is laughable. Do they really think it's such a good thing?"

Tote flipped through a stack of documents that had been delivered, grabbed a cup next to him, took a swig, and couldn't help but sneer, "Send those people over too, after this is over."

Suddenly, the temperature in the room dropped slightly, and it seemed a bit chilly.

Somewhat drunk, Tote noticed that the walls and the ground were covered in a layer of frost.

That invisible chill seemed to seep into the bone marrow and freeze the soul. So much so that Tote's keen intuition, honed over many years in the Underhive, issued a dangerous warning as if thorns were piercing his back!

Tote reacted extremely quickly; the instant he sensed something was wrong, his right hand had already reached for the gun at his waist.

However, he was still a step too slow.

The air around him became extremely viscous, Tote's pupils suddenly contracted. He felt as if he had fallen into an abyss, enveloped by an indescribable, terrifying pressure.

Let alone drawing the gun from his waist, he couldn't even move a finger, like a rusty, stiff gear.

At that moment, a middle-aged man with an unfamiliar appearance appeared silently in front of them, like a ghost that could appear and disappear at any moment.

Click!

The middle-aged man came up and, without saying a word, broke off one of his fingers.

The excruciating pain was so intense that Tote broke out in a cold sweat. He wanted to scream, but his throat felt blocked, and he couldn't make a sound.

Then, the second, third, and fourth fingers were broken off, until all ten fingers were snapped off!

Tote was in so much pain that his face turned pale, his features contorted in agony, and his pupils were filled with terror. Unable to utter a sound, he could only convey his pleading through his eyes.

"Now, I'll ask you questions, and you'll answer them."

Alvin sat on the table, his cold voice devoid of any emotion. "If I discover any concealment or deception, I will break your bones one by one, then peel off your Human Skin, and I won't let you breathe your last until all your flesh is gone, understand?"

Tote was so frightened that he nodded hastily, not daring to hesitate for even a moment.

"Very good. Trust is the foundation of everything, and I believe you understand that now."

Alvin released his Psychic Power control, allowing Tote to speak again, "What's your name, and what's your position in the Iron Hammer Gang?"

"Tote, my name is Tote!"

Despite the excruciating pain from his severed finger, Tote said shakily, "I was in charge of recruiting people in the East District; I was a low-level leader in the Iron Hammer Gang."

"What's the point of recruiting so many people?"

Alvin continued the interrogation.

"For use"

However, Tote hesitated, seemingly afraid to speak.

Thus, the immense pressure created by telekinesis directly crushed Tote's shinbone.

Tote's pupils shrank to pinpoints. He desperately wanted to scream, but his throat was blocked again, and he could only let out soft "hoarse" breathing sounds.

"I don't like wasting time, Tote."

Alvin leaned forward slightly, exuding an immense sense of oppression. The Psychic Power brewing around him made him resemble a twisted "demon."

Just as promised to Tote, he slowly crushed his bones with telekinesis.

After crushing his testicles from his shinbone down to between his thighs, the excruciating pain made Tote wish he could faint.

But how could Alvin do as he wished?

He would faint, then be revived with Psychic Power, and this cycle repeated itself. After a few rounds, Tote's psychological defenses completely collapsed.

"New scavengers who join the gang will be assigned different roles based on their qualifications."

Tears streaming down his face, Tote completely disregarded the chieftain's threats and shouted hoarsely, "Those with lower aptitude will be specially sent to a place called Ironstone Town outside Nest City."

"Then what?"

Alvin remained calm and continued to press for answers.

"I don't know, I really don't know!"

Tote dared not hide anything. To prove he was telling the truth, he even swore an oath. "I was only responsible for getting them there, but I really know nothing about what those people were doing in Ironstone Town. Please believe me, I'm not lying to you!"

The interrogation lasted a long time, until Tote was completely drained. Even his preference for which hand to use when going to the toilet was known to Alvin.

"Kill me, please, just kill me."

The dying Tote no longer cared about living; he only wished for a quick and painless death.

Living is so painful!

"Thank you for your cooperation, Lord Tote."

Alvin tightened his grip slightly, crushing Tote's neck. "Sweet dreams, goodnight."