Chapter 331

For the next few minutes, the basement was left with only the faint sound of metal poking into flesh, the man's suppressed groans, and Liu Chengfeng's increasingly irritable cursing.

The smell of blood was even more pungent.

But aside from making this scout suffer, Liu Chengfeng didn't get a damn thing out of him.

"Trash!" Liu Chengfeng threw the skewer hard onto the ground with a "clang." He panted, his face full of dissatisfaction.

"Enough."

A calm voice sounded.

Lin Yu stood straight from the wall, his movements a bit slow, but steady. He walked to the iron chair, not even looking at Liu Chengfeng's fire-spitting eyes.

"Like this, aside from killing him, you won't get anything out of him." Lin Yu's voice had no ups and downs. "If he hurts too much, his nerves will protect themselves, his brain will actively block out some sensations, and he might even get confused. What you want to know, he might not even be able to remember himself right now."

"What the fuck did you say?" Liu Chengfeng was furious, stepping forward to grab Lin Yu's collar.

"Young Master!" The manager shouted in a low voice, reaching out to stop him. "Mr. Lin might have a point. It wouldn't hurt to let him try."

Liu Chengfeng was stopped. Looking at the manager's unrefutable expression, then at Lin Yu's expressionless face, he finally withdrew his hand hatefully and stepped back a few paces, crossing his arms and sneering: "Fine! I want to see what heaven-reaching skills you have! If you can't get it out, hmph!"

Lin Yu ignored him, bending down to look carefully at the scout who was nearly exhausted and whose consciousness was blurred. He extended two fingers, resting them on the artery at the side of the scout's neck, feeling the faint and rapid pulse. He also pried open the opponent's eyelids to look at the pupils.

"A cup of concentrated salt water. Also, the sedative you used earlier, give me one, the smallest dose." Lin Yu didn't raise his head.

The manager waved his hand, and someone immediately went to get it.

Lin Yu took the salt water, didn't pour it directly, but dipped his finger in it, wiping it gently on the scout's cracked, bleeding lips. Then he picked up the sedative, pulled off the needle cap, but didn't inject it immediately.

He leaned into the scout's ear, his voice lowered to the extreme, audible only to the two of them.

"Does your 'Ouroboros' have some kind of emergency plan? When you're in a desperate situation, using specific methods to stimulate, like sudden breath-holding combined with extreme pain, you can forcibly erase recent memories, right?"

The scout's originally scattered pupils contracted very slightly, but they didn't escape Lin Yu's eyes.

"You're very uncomfortable now, your nerves are too tight, and your body is about to collapse. This sedative can make you feel a bit better and temporarily forget the pain. But the amount is very small, it won't make you sleep to death, but might make some of your sensations... like fear, clearer." Lin Yu's voice was very steady, carrying a bit of guidance. "Relax... no need to hold on hard anymore... think about the mission failing, how you'll explain it when you go back... think about how 'Scorpion' will deal with traitors..."

As he spoke, he used the needle to slide back and forth on the blood vessel of the scout's arm; the needle tip was icy cold, bringing a series of fine pricking sensations, but he just wouldn't pierce it in.

"Tell me, who is 'Scorpion'? Besides here, where else do you have a foothold in Haicheng? That... 'key' you're looking for, what kind of thing is it?"

With every question, the needle tip pressed deeper, while Lin Yu continued to describe the torturous methods within "Ouroboros" in a low voice.

The voice wasn't loud, but it was like it had hooks, drilling into the scout's brain, which had become extremely fragile due to extreme pain and drug suggestion.

The scout's breathing became increasingly rapid, his body starting to shake, the amplitude growing larger and larger. He closed his eyes, his throat making "ho-ho" sounds, as if resisting, yet also as if surrendering.

Suddenly, he opened his mouth violently, emitting a short, desperate sob.

"I'll speak... I'll speak..." He was incoherent, his voice hoarse and broken. "It's 'Scorpion'... Scorpion is leading the team... we... we have another point in... in the abandoned cold storage area of the West Port... Warehouse Number Three..."

"The key... the key is... to activate... the authority... of the 'Nest'..."

The moment the word "authority" came out!

Xu Xiaochuan gasped sharply, the mark on his back suddenly burning hot! It felt like a red-hot iron had been pressed directly onto his bones!

At the same time, the chip he had swiped from Zhao Kang in the inner pocket of his combat suit also "hummed," burning terrifyingly hot through the cloth, and radiating a layer of soft white light!

This startled him so much he nearly screamed.

In the basement, the manager looked thoughtful, having caught the words "key" and "Nest."

Liu Chengfeng was completely dumbfounded, looking at the scout who had completely collapsed, then looking at Lin Yu, his face a mix of blue and red, both ashamed and hateful, feeling like a clown! He had spent so much effort, using such ruthless methods, and hadn't gotten anything out of him, but Lin Yu had dug it out in a few sentences?

Lin Yu didn't care about anyone else's reaction, casually discarding the sedative that hadn't been injected at all, and was just about to pursue the specific details of the "Nest" and the "authority."

Woo——————！！！！

A sharp, piercing alarm sounded without warning from above! Exploding in the deathly silent basement!

Following that were a few dull thuds, as if someone were smashing an iron door with heavy equipment!

And sporadic yet very clear gunfire!

The manager's complexion changed drastically, and he looked up at the ceiling.

"Bad! Someone is forcing their way in!"

The walkie-talkie on his waist also rang, filled with urgent, panicked shouts: "Manager! West wall! The west wall has been blown open! There are many of them! Their firepower is very heavy!!"

Gunfire! Dense gunfire came from the ground, muffled, but the movement carried a sense of ruthlessness. And the "clank-clank" sound of heavy equipment smashing the iron door, every hit making the soles of his feet go numb.

"Fuck!" Liu Chengfeng cursed, actually feeling a bit itchy. "Which blind bastard is tired of living, daring to touch the tiger's tail!"

The manager wasn't as big-hearted as him; the reports from the walkie-talkie were becoming increasingly urgent, and his face was as black as a pot. The west wall corner tower was the focus of defense, and the firepower deployment and patrol routes had all been calculated; for the opponent to find the opening so accurately and suppress their firepower so quickly...

"There's a mole." The manager's voice was suppressed to the extreme, squeezed out from between his teeth. His eyes were cold as knives, sweeping over his own guards present.

Lin Yu leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, the alarm and gunfire making his head even heavier and more painful. He forced himself not to think about the burning wound on his back, his brain turning rapidly. The "Ouroboros" people had just been caught, and the attack came from outside—the timing was too coincidental. Either they were here to silence them, or... they were here for Xuanyuan Qing, or that "key." Regardless of which, this group of people was not simple, and might even involve more than just "Ouroboros."

"Uncle Lin!" Xu Xiaochuan grabbed Lin Yu's arm, his face terrifyingly pale, his lips shaking. "Be... below!"