Chapter 71: Interrogation is a technique

Alvin had sufficient experience in how to mix into the Underhive and join a gang.

After all, he came from the Underhive, and he knew a little bit about the things in the gang, even if he hadn't really experienced it, it could be considered as having heard and seen it.

After saying goodbye to Magos Priest Aluman, Alvin didn't stay too long and returned to the Underhive again.

The enforcers guarding the gate of the Hive City were already familiar with him. After sending out a few inferior cigarettes, he returned to the Underhive smoothly.

Returning to the Underhive again, looking at the dome shrouded in radiation and industrial exhaust, Alvin's mentality had undergone earth-shaking changes compared to the first two times.

The change came not only from strength but also from the determination to be firm after predicting the terrible future.

To mix into a gang smoothly, there are two paths in front of Alvin.

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

But the disadvantage of this method is that it is too slow, so it was directly denied by Alvin.

The main reason is that seven days later is the annual 'Emperor's Ascension Day', a festival to commemorate the great Emperor for sitting on the Golden Throne for all mankind.

It's a bit like the New Year in the previous life, so the entire Hive City will be very lively by then.

But similarly, the defensive power of the Hive City will fall into an unprecedented state of tension and weakness, and it happens to be the day when Galken, the Planetary Governor, will announce the next successor.

These two big events hit the same day, so Alvin could guess that the cult would inevitably have big moves by then, even if he used his toes to think!

That's why Magos Priest Aluman repeatedly exhorted him.

Regardless of whether he found evidence or not, he must return to the Mid-Hive before the 'Emperor's Ascension Day'.

Second, it is the simplest, but the method with the greatest risk.

Find a high-level member of the Iron Hammer Gang, replace the civet cat with the crown prince, and directly infiltrate the high level of the Iron Hammer Gang.

Although the risk of being discovered is great, it cannot be denied that the return is absolutely the highest.

To find conclusive evidence that can confirm the Iron Hammer Gang and the cult in just seven days, there is undoubtedly no other way.

"Unfortunately, I am not a 'psychic' of the mind system..." Alvin pinched his eyebrows, feeling a little regretful.

Psychics are mainly divided into five categories: Biomancy, Divination, Pyromancy, Telepathy, and Telekinesis.

Psychics of the mind system can control people's minds unknowingly. In terms of infiltration, intelligence gathering, and control, there is nothing more suitable.

But unfortunately, Alvin belongs to the 'Telekinesis' system and cannot dig information directly from people's brains like the mind system.

"It doesn't matter, although it will be a bit more troublesome, there is always a way."

As the saying goes, things are done by people. Alvin agrees with this point. Although he is not of the mind system, who says there is no way?

Put on S. H. I. E. L. D.'s 'electrostatic veil' and change into a strange face.

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

His target was not these small scums, but the high level of the Iron Hammer Gang.

After the group finished the task of distributing supplies for the day, they walked together to a low-slung building with a hammer flag hanging at the entrance; it was clearly a stronghold of some kind.

Alvin quietly covered his footsteps, leaned lightly against the wall, and listened to the voices inside.

"Lord Tot, seventeen people signed up today."

"Not bad, according to this progress, you will soon be able to gather enough people, and then you can become high-level members."

"Thank you, Lord Tot, thank you, Lord Tot!"

"Once you become high-level members, I will personally recommend you to the leader."

"Lord Tot, don't worry, we will definitely work hard and gather 100 people as soon as possible!"

"Good, very spirited!"

The conversation in the bar ended, and those few small minions were overjoyed, clearly immersed in the 'big cake' drawn by 'Tot'.

"Tot... should be the high level responsible for this area." Through simple dialogue, Tot was undoubtedly the target. Alvin narrowed his eyes, and his figure quietly retreated into the shadows.

The man called 'Tot' had rough stubble on his chin, and the bridge of his nose was cut off by a scar across his entire face, looking somewhat fierce.

"Tsk, a bunch of idiots, distributing supplies for free... ridiculous, do they really think there is such a good thing?"

Tot flipped through a stack of materials sent over, took the cup beside him, looked up and drank it, and couldn't help but sneer: "Those few people just now, send them over after finishing."

Suddenly, the temperature in the room dropped slightly, seeming somewhat cold.

The somewhat drunk Tot saw that frost had condensed on the walls and the ground.

That invisible chill seemed to be able to seep into the bone marrow and freeze the soul. With the keen intuition Tot had honed in the Underhive for many years, he issued a danger warning that felt like needles on his back!

Tot's reaction was extremely fast. The moment he noticed something wrong, his right hand had already touched the firearm at his waist.

However, his movements were still half a beat slow.

The air in all directions became extremely viscous. Tot's pupils shrank suddenly, feeling as if he had fallen into an abyss, shrouded in terrifying pressure that was hard to describe.

Let alone pulling out the firearm at his waist, even a finger could not move, like a rusty and stiff gear.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a strange face actually appeared in front of him like a ghost.

Crack!

The middle-aged man didn't say a word and directly broke one of his fingers.

The heart-piercing pain made Tot break out in cold sweat. He wanted to scream sharply, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't make a sound.

Immediately after, it was the second, third, fourth... until all ten fingers were broken!

Tot's face was pale from pain, his face was twisted and ferocious, and his pupils were full of fear, but he couldn't make a sound, so he could only use his eyes to convey begging.

"Now, I ask and you answer."

Alvin sat on the table, his cold voice without half a fluctuation of emotion: "If I find any concealment or deception, I will break your bones one by one, and then peel off your human skin until your meat is scraped clean, I won't let you die, understand?"

Tot was so scared that he nodded hurriedly, not daring to have any hesitation.

"Very good, trust is the foundation of each other. I believe you have already understood."

Alvin released the psychic control, allowing Tot to regain the right to speak: "What is your name, and what position do you hold in the Iron Hammer Gang?"

"To... Tot, my name is Tot!"

Tot endured the heart-piercing pain of his broken fingers and said tremblingly: "I am responsible for recruiting people in the East District and am a small leader of the Iron Hammer Gang."

"What is the role of recruiting so many people?"

Alvin continued to interrogate.

"Used... used to..."

However, Tot hesitated, seemingly afraid to say it.

As a result, the huge pressure formed by telekinesis directly crushed Tot's lower leg bones.

Tot's pupils shrank to the size of a needle. He wanted to open his mouth and scream loudly, but his throat was blocked again, and he could only make a slight 'ho-ho' gasping sound.

"I don't like wasting time, Lord Tot."

Alvin's figure pressed forward slightly, carrying great pressure. The psychic energy brewing around him made his image like a twisted 'devil'.

Just as he promised Tot, he used telekinesis to slowly crush his bones.

From the lower leg bones to between the two thighs, after crushing two eggs, the heart-piercing pain made Tot wish he could faint.

But how could Alvin let him wish?

If he fainted, he would wake him up with psychic energy. After a few simple rounds of this cycle, Tot's psychological defense line completely collapsed.

"Those scavengers who newly joined the gang will be assigned different uses according to their qualifications."

Tot was crying with pain and completely threw the leader's threat behind his head, shouting desperately: "Those with poor qualifications will be specially sent to a place called Iron Stone Town outside the Hive City."

"And then?"

Alvin was calm and continued to force the question.

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

Tot didn't dare to hide anything. To prove that everything he said was true, he even swore: "I am only responsible for sending them there, but what those people do in Iron Stone Town, I really don't know anything. Please believe me, I didn't lie to you!"

The interrogation lasted for a long time, until Tot was emptied, and even which hand he liked to use when going to the toilet was known clearly by Alvin.

"Kill me... please, kill me."

The dying Tot no longer asked to live, only hoping to die happily.

Living was too painful!

"Thank you for your cooperation, Lord Tot."

Alvin used a slight force and crushed Tot's neck: "Have a good dream, good night." ===== CHAPTER 72 =====