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Chapter 249: Chapter 207: The Highest Realm of Interrogation (Please Subscribe!)_1
The fighter walked up to Ba Song, pulled off his mask, and revealed a sinister face, saying: "Now, I ask, you talk."
Looking at the bizarre smile beneath the mask, Ba Song felt an inner chill. That eerie smile, the icy eyes void of emotion, and the indifferent tone that chills to the bone -- it was fucking horrifying. For the first time in his life, he felt like he wasn’t considered a human being.
Even someone like him, who has killed many people with his own hands, felt a shiver down his spine. Who could have sent this assassin? He couldn’t figure out who it could be for the time being, as there were too many people with both motive and means.
"Speak... Speak... what?" Ba Song stuttered unconsciously.
The fighter ’smiled’ and said: "Mr. Ba Song, how much liquid cash do you have?"
Upon hearing the fighter’s direct question, without utilising any resemblance of a threat, Ba Song was a little dumbfounded. The script was not supposed to play out like this; where was the promised torture? Or at least a gun pointed at the head? n𝚘vp𝚞𝚋.com
It wasn’t that he was asking for it, but wasn’t this the typical process in both reality and movies?
This man must really have something wrong with his brain.
Ba Song did not answer, he just looked at the fighter with a cold laugh. If he was going to die anyway, there was no way he was going to give up his money.
As for torture? Ha, to be able to experience what it feels like to be alive one last time before dying, even if it’s painful, that is something to be grateful for. He has seen many people like this, who don’t beg for a quick death after experiencing all kinds of torture as shown in TV shows. Many cherish the last day of life when they can ’feel’ something. Yet people with such ’realization’ are rare, and he was one of them.
"Come on, whatever tricks you’ve got, I can take it. Pain, for the last moments of life, what a wonderful thing." Ba Song sneered in his heart, on the brink of madness.
But what followed was not the other party’s move, as he seemed to mutter to himself: "More than 30 billion Thai Baht? 25 to 30 billion? 20 to 25 billion? Okay."
Hearing the man in front of him ’talking to himself’, Ba Song had an expression of confusion. He couldn’t understand what the guy was up to, but it continued with a change of topic:
"Okay, next question, how much of this cash? Over a billion? 900 million? 800 million?.."
Unaware of what was going on, Ba Song listened to the ’lunatic’ in front of him talk to himself, and suddenly a bad premonition arose in his mind.
"So Mr. Ba Song, where is your cash stored? Inside this villa? In a bank safe deposit box? Company safe? 673 Central District? The villa opposite yours?" The fighter continued, speaking quite fast, not giving Ba Song the opportunity to answer.
By now Ba Song’s mouth was wide open. He seemed to understand what was going on, but could a person really do that? He couldn’t quite believe it and didn’t want to.
The fighter smiled and said: "Thanks for your cooperation. Where are the rest of your bank cards or accounts that can be transferred? Is it stored with the cash? In the same house? Company? Bank? This villa? Looks like it’s in this villa. Your bedroom? This room? Let me see, oh, in the light, clear as day."
Just as he finished speaking, another fighter brought over a chair, pulled out a tool and took off the cover on top. After a quick rummage around, he pulled out a bank card from inside.
Now, Ba Song finally knew what the other party was up to. He was chilled before, but now, he was going mad. The other party seemed to possess mind-reading abilities, knowing everything without him having to say a word.
Is this really an assassin?
Just at this moment, the other party’s voice entered his ears again: "Mr. Ba Song, what is the secret of this bank card?"
Ba Song took a deep breath, his voice trembling as he spoke: "Who...who are you?"
"Haha, please answer the question." The fighter laughed.
This time his laugh was not as eerie, but Ba Song felt it was even more terrifying than before. Although he had heard of this kind of interrogation technique, achieving what this person in front of him did was impossible. In his eyes, even the most proficient psychological interrogation experts wouldn’t be able to assess the emotional reflexes of an experienced old fox like him in such a short amount of time.
"Did the other party thoroughly investigate me?" Ba Song guessed.
Yes, for certain. They must have been tailing him for a long time. He was unwilling to believe that the other party didn’t know any of the things he had just done.
Ba Song, who felt he knew the real ’truth,’ managed to calm himself down. He sneered, "I forgot. And wouldn’t you rather figure it out yourself?"
At the same time, Ba Song closed his eyes, deciding not to open them again, no matter what. He didn’t want to show any facial expression. He didn’t believe that there could be such a terrifying person in this world. If there were, they would be considered an absolute treasure in any country, having everything at their disposal, not to mention becoming an assassin. That’s just ridiculous.
But just as Ba Song had finished speaking, he felt a piercing pain in his right wrist.
The fighter tightly gripped his wrist.
However, Ba Song didn’t struggle. He still kept his eyes tightly closed, controlling his expression.
After ten seconds.
"Your birthday is..."
"You have three fingers..."
"Your house number is XXX..."
"Three plus one equals nine."
"......."
"The first digit of this bank card is 7,6..."
"The second digit is 4,8..."
"The third digit is 2,9..."
"..."
"The sixth digit is 1,0..."
"Is the login password for online banking the same? And the transfer code is... Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Ba Song." After the round of the ’number guessing’ game, the man ceased his ’soliloquy’.
"Humph, you wish to get the password." Ba Song opened his eyes and said fiercely. The last digits the man just mentioned weren’t the password for this bank card. It seemed the man was just bluffing; those pieces of information were probably acquired by tracking him.
However, the slap from the fighter came quickly.
"Citibank card, passcode 356940, with a total of 3.2 million dollars inside." The fighter slowly got up and then, with a smile, looked at the dumbstruck Ba Song and continued:
"Am I correct?... Mr. Ba Song."
At this point, Ba Song’s mind was a total mess; while staring at the smile in front of him, the only sensation he felt was: "Devil, this man is absolutely the devil. How can there be such a person in the world."
It was easy to investigate other things, but only he knew the password to this bank card. He never used this password for other bank cards and never withdraw money, yet the man could ’extract’ it from him.
He realized he had provoked someone he shouldn’t have. He wondered who could have summoned such a person. It was too terrifying.
"Alright, Mr. Ba Song. You should have a good understanding of our capabilities by now. Even if you don’t speak, we can still find out a lot. Let’s continue and please don’t make any moves, as the ending won’t be pleasant if you do."
The fighter’s words brought Ba Song back to reality. His face showed a mix of emotions, yet after about ten seconds, as if he had made a decision, he finally relaxed his tense body and sighed: "Alright, I surrender. Just ask me whatever you want to know and I’ll tell you. But before I die, I want to know who sent you. I don’t want to die in the dark."
"Rest assured, as long as you cooperate, we can meet that request." The Fighter responded with a smile.
Afterwards, things became simple. Ba Song revealed all the places where he hid money and objects, and even confessed his other bank cards.
Of course, that wasn’t all.
Even if they were going to kill him, the Command Room had to extract all his value first.
Adhering to the principle of information gathering, the fighter asked Ba Song about all the local forces he controlled, and other powerful figures, so as to facilitate the actions that would follow and to provide information support for other actions tonight.
Meanwhile, he asked about the powers who were trying to seize Wei Jun’s territory, and the connections Ba Song had bought in Bangkok over these years all were thoroughly questioned too. Ba Song was very forthcoming, especially when it came to other power figures. He was quite enthusiastic and detailed about it, because from his perspective, those people would probably be in trouble too. Having others to die with him, why not?
