"It said we made a mistake, Deathstroke." Kitty stepped out of the bushes, her tail swaying as she looked up at the man. "Should we ask what exactly?"
A simple little cat was still no match for a fox when it came to scheming. She had fallen right into the trap.
"No need. Even if we really did make a mistake, I have no intention of correcting it." Su Ming picked Kitty up and set her on his shoulder, stroking the fur along her back. "You probably haven't interrogated anyone before, so you're not familiar with the procedure. Wade, tell Kitty what we should do."
"Hehe, obviously, beat them first and ask questions later. Ask while beating them." As a lone Mercenary, he had to know a little about everything. When he went out on jobs, he could only rely on himself—there was nobody to lend a hand.
Explosives, hacking, driving, interrogation, disguise—those were all useful skills.
He did not need to master every one of them, but he had to know enough to imitate what he saw. He could not exactly look up the standard answer on Google and still fail to copy it, could he? If he knew nothing at all, that would be troublesome. All he could say was that such a person was not suited to making it on their own.
"Yes, that's the standard procedure for torture."
Su Ming nodded in satisfaction. Although his cousin often forgot his weapons in taxis whenever he went out and never carried explosives on him, his Mercenary fundamentals were still solid.
"This Origin Judge didn't have a physical body before. It was just a mass of energy, so it probably has never experienced the suffering of flesh and blood, right? I deliberately gave it more neurons and amplified its