Torture and Interrogation

The next day, in the morning.

As the first rays of sunlight illuminated Li Qing's gleaming head, his car was driving leisurely along a winding mountain road in the Florentine countryside.

To the left of the road are the majestic, rolling mountains of the Apennine Mountains, with dense forests and lush foliage, shrouded in morning mist.

To the right of the road is the wide and gentle mountain stream of the Arno River, its surface shimmering in the morning light.

The scenery here is secluded, tranquil, and deserted, like a paradise untouched by humankind.

This is precisely why Li Qing and the others are here.

After being attacked by Adam and Jamie from the tech team on the highway last night, they learned their lesson and changed course, exiting the heavily monitored highway and instead traveling on remote country roads.

Although the speed is much slower, this at least ensures safety to a certain extent.

And so, they spent the night unharmed.

The tireless Li Qing was in charge of driving, while Giorno and his mortal companions seized the rare moment of peace and slept soundly through the night.

They fought too many battles and suffered too many injuries yesterday.

Fortunately, the most difficult day has passed, the darkness has been dispelled by dawn, and the bright sunshine shines on everyone's face.

"Aaaaaah!"

A bloodcurdling scream erupted from inside the carriage.

On the car's center console, a human head, placed close to the windshield, emitted such a scream.

Yes, although the scene was bizarre, there was indeed a human head there, and it was alive.

That's Jamie Campbell.

After taking a punch from Li Qing last night that far exceeded the limits of human capability, he soon fell into a deep coma amidst the shock of shattered faith and unbearable pain.

Unable to wake him up anytime soon, Li Qing and the others simply took him into the car, intending to interrogate him after he woke up.

To prevent Jamie from struggling and causing trouble after regaining consciousness, they also took some precautions:

Bucciarati Steel Chain Fingers to unzip Jamie's neck, locking his body in the trunk and his head onto the center console.

And so, Jamie slept soundly through the night in this bizarre, headless position.

Finally, the morning light of the next day woke him up.

To be precise, this should be a timed alarm clock set by Narancia and Fugo for everyone.

They used toothpicks to pry open Jamie's eyelids, leaving his pupils exposed to the air without any protection, staring directly at the car's windshield.

As the sun shone down from the sky the next day, its blinding and scorching rays pierced through the glass and shone directly into Jamie's unclosed eyes, waking him up in this inhumane way.

The sound of this "living alarm clock" woke everyone up.

They rubbed their sleepy eyes, then immediately realized from the wailing figure in front of them that it was already the next morning.

"Well, this guy's finally awake."

Fugo displayed the ruthless demeanor he had cultivated during his time in the underworld, and sternly shouted at Jamie, who had just regained consciousness:

"Hey, Jamie!"

"Now that you're awake, you should know what we're planning to do, right?"

"Call"

Jamie was panting heavily.

The scorching sunlight burned directly into his eyes, causing them to tear up incessantly, and his forehead was covered in a layer of cold sweat.

He tried to close his eyes, but doing so only made the two toothpicks pressing against his eyelids sting even more, stinging unbearably.

This is undoubtedly a form of torture.

However, after fully regaining consciousness, Jamie chose to endure and ignore it:

"Stop joking!"

"We're all in the underworld, do you think you can make me give in with such a small trick?"

Jamie pursed his lips tightly, his expression twitching uncontrollably.

But even such pain couldn't change his stubborn attitude:

"I will absolutely not tell you any information, just kill me now!"

"I've already failed anyway, all I want now is to die. No matter what you do, you can't scare a person who wants to die."

"Yeah?"

Bucciarati retorted coldly.

Unlike his gentle demeanor towards his companions, he now displayed the ruthlessness befitting a gangster boss:

"Mr. Campbell, you should know that there are many things in the world that are more terrifying than death."

"Unfortunately, during my years working for Passion Organization, I learned quite a few of these methods."

"Hehe."

Jamie sneered dismissively:

"More terrifying than death? That's precisely why I can't betray you."

"Compared to the boss, the methods you have are nothing more than child's play."

"If I give you the information now, I will only suffer even more terrible pain in the end."

Do you know about the Assassination Team?

He suddenly brought up something completely unrelated:

"You may not know this, but just a few days ago, two clueless members of the Assassination Team were secretly trying to find out the boss's identity."

"As a result, the boss sliced them into pieces, and even made one of them witness the whole process of his companion being cut into pieces and soaked in formalin."

"That kind of scene... just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle."

"Our technology team has intelligence on the entire organization, and we know a lot about these kinds of secrets."

"The more we know, the more afraid we become, because the consequences of betraying the boss are a thousand times more terrifying than death—no matter how you torture me, I will never do such a stupid thing."

As Jamie recounted these terrifying tales, he became so engrossed in them that he even forgot the sunlight shining directly into his eyes.

In his eyes, Li Qing and the others were nothing more than fools who dared to challenge the boss.

They will not succeed; they will only bring endless suffering to themselves and those who help them.

"The boss isn't as scary as you make him out to be."

"At least, we successfully dealt him a heavy blow in Naples."

Li Qing said with great confidence.

But Jamie just scoffed dismissively, taking it as a lie the other person was spouting to get information out of him.

"You?!"

Fugo roared angrily:

"Are you going to talk or not! If you don't cooperate, I'll..."

"So what?"

Jamie, enduring the scorching sunlight, growled through tears, "Can you guys be any more ruthless than the boss?"

"I"

Fugo was speechless for a moment.

Torture to extract confessions is also an art.

Having worked as a gangster for a year, he had learned many cruel and ruthless methods.

For example, this move, "Sunlight Burns the Eyes."

A normal person would cry out for help after half a minute, but Jamie stubbornly endured it for a full minute and was still able to speak normally.

Clearly, this is a tough guy who's not easy to deal with.

Fugo suddenly felt he had run out of ideas, and even Bucciarati and the others, who only had a slight understanding of this, couldn't think of any clever way to get Jamie to talk.

However, Li Qing, Giorno, and Mista, three complete outsiders who had never been involved in the underworld before yesterday, started discussing it with great interest:

"I think we could use waterboarding," Mista offered enthusiastically. "Isn't that what they always do in the movies? Just cover his face with a wet towel and pour water into his mouth and nose."

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Jamie's lips twitched almost imperceptibly, but he still stubbornly snorted, "Tch."

"That's too much trouble."

Giorno somewhat disagreed with Mista's idea:

"I've heard that waterboarding is a relatively professional technique. Untrained people are prone to not being able to control the heat properly, which can either lead to death or have almost no effect."

"How about I try to create poisonous insects and ants at will, and let them play in Mr. Campbell's ear for a while?"

He spoke in an extremely calm tone, yet uttered terrifying words.

Jamie couldn't help but shudder.

If it weren't for the fact that his head had been removed separately, he would have wanted to run away right now.

"I have an idea too."

Li Qing tentatively interjected.

He uttered a terrifying idea that sent chills down the spines of gangsters and left Diavolo speechless:

"It would be better to let the Steel Chain Fingers go out and sew his head back onto his own ass."

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Jamie's head suddenly twitched.

It's hard to believe that a creature with only one movable head can make such a big move.

"That."

"Just ask me anything you want to know, and I'll definitely cooperate."

Jamie Campbell stated this so sincerely.