"Your name." Jürgen's indifferent opening broke the silence in the interrogation room.

"Huh?" Henderson's whole body trembled, and he looked at the German sitting across from him in horror. Through British media propaganda, the image of the Black SS has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and is seen as a symbol of Nazi violence and evil.

"Your name, I won't ask you a third time." Jürgen tapped his fingers lightly on the table, and Sergeant Major Ludwik picked up a horsewhip twisted from the torture table on the side.

"Rajit! .... Rajit. Henderson. I'm a second lieutenant in the Royal Air Force, and my military registration number is 4204...."Henderson reacted and quickly confessed his identity loudly.

But the evil SS officer on the other side was clearly not satisfied, and a vicious volley still fell on Hudson's shoulder. The cotton robe was immediately torn open, and soon specks of bright blood seeped through the bulging surface of the scar. Hudson let out a terrible scream, the first time he had been whipped as an adult, some unbearable memories were awakened in his mind, and the fat body of the Air Force lieutenant trembled and curled up in a ball on the chair.

"I don't want to do that to you, second lieutenant, because I find you to be a smart person, and I like to deal with smart people because they know how to please me." Jürgen stood up, coffee in hand, and slowly walked in front of Henderson.

"But you make me very unhappy, and if I am not happy, you must be punished." The SS colonel took a sip of coffee, and Sergeant Major Ludwik once again whipped his hands.

There was another terrible scream, and Hudson burst into tears, he hadn't been beaten before, but he had never thought that the whipping would cause such pain.

"Don't fight, don't fight, I'll tell you everything, sir, whatever you want to know, I'll tell you everything." Hudson struggled and shouted.

"Shut up! You can only speak when I let you speak! Jurgen said indifferently.

So there was another ferocious whiplash, Hudson was completely speechless in pain, his bloodshot eyes twitched in the chair, his hands and feet were chained to the chair, he had nowhere to dodge, and at this moment Hudson deeply understood what it meant to be a mermaid, and that was the situation he was in.

"You see, how fast he learns, I said he's a smart guy." Jürgen smiled at Ludvik, and the sergeant major turned and put the whip back on the torture table.

"Now, you can tell me your name, I mean your real name." Jürgen raised his head and took a sip of his coffee, flicked the cup to the orderly standing against the wall, and the other man raised his hand to catch the coffee cup neatly, and then picked up the coffee pot on the table and refilled it.

"I don't understand what you mean, sir, my name is Rajit. Hudson, Second Lieutenant of the Royal Air Force—" Hudson wept and made an innocent expression.

"Looks like I'm wrong, he's obviously not smart enough, Ludvik." Jürgen took a step back, and the SS sergeant chief grinned and picked up a hammer from the torture table.

"Wait, wait.... No... No.... Don't be like this.... Ah~~~~" Hudson let out a dolphin voice with ease.

Ludvik held down his opponent's right leg, which he was desperately trying to retract, and raised the hammer in his hand high.

"Oh, oh, he, he, oh~~~~~" This time the captain of the Royal Air Force began to learn to howl wolf.

"You still have eight toes, enough for you to answer four more times." Jürgen took the coffee from the orderly.

"We've brought in Rajt. Hudson's files, so stop trying to be clever, you don't have this capital in front of us. Jürgen said with a sneer.

"Now that you all know, why are you asking me just to torture me?" Hudson stared at Hurgen with blood-red eyes, the resentment in his eyes almost spilling to the ground, but he couldn't make the SS major's eyelashes flutter.

"The answer is incorrect." Jürgen said coldly.

Sergeant Major Ludwik raised his hammer again, and Hudson's transpositional wails echoed through the interrogation room again.

"You still have six toes, and when you run out of toes, we'll change our fingers, and I promise this game will be played for a long time." Jürgen took a sip of his coffee.

"I don't know why you are so stubborn, you don't really have to go through this kind of pain at all, I said you are a smart person, because it is impossible for a fool to be promoted from an ordinary non-commissioned officer to a second lieutenant in the Air Force, you must have put in more effort than your colleagues for this, after all, you are not a pure British." Jürgen paced slowly, turning behind Hudson.

"Don't rush to retort, don't forget that you only have six toes now. Let me guess who you really are, this so-called Second Lieutenant Hudson. Jürgen reached out and pressed Hudson's head down.

"Your complexion is very light, and your face is close to that of the European race. As it happens, I happened to have studied anthropology for some time, and although I am not an expert, I consider myself more expert than the officers of the British military recruitment office. Jürgen's palm moved to the back of Hudson's head.

"You're a half-breed, but not a first-generation Anglo-Indian, your ancestry is much more complicated, look at the shape of your skull, look at your forehead, look at the color of your pupils, and your nose, your lips..."

"Enough is enough.... Please, sir, I admit that I am an impostor. The resentment in Hudson's eyes had turned to pleading, this SS major was so terrible that he was really afraid to say that word from the other man's mouth.

"You're a Dalit!" Jürgen shouted, and then he found the answer he wanted in the frightened eyes of the other man.

"God, you're a Dalit?!" Jürgen himself was taken aback by this result, he just wanted to cheat the other party's caste, but he didn't expect it to be true.

"Hey, what's a Dalit?" One of the executioners whispered to his companion.

"Untouchables in India."

"Like a gypsy?"

"It's worse than that."

"Now tell me your real name, you won't throw away all the names your parents gave you." As his men exchanged heads, Huergen grabbed Hudson's jaw.

"Lamu, my name is Lamu. But this name is not a blessing from parents to their son, but a curse they left me! "Hudson... He should be called Lamu now, almost roaring at Ürgen, who was on the verge of a mental breakdown after the physical torture and psychological stimulation.

"I think I understand what's going on." Jürgen's fingers loosened Lamu's neck.

"You won't understand, Major, my father was the illegitimate son of an English seaman and an Indian woman, and with a Westernized face, he got a decent job in a movie theater in Mumbai, and he seduced a high-caste girl, and he also tricked her into eloping with him, and finally my mother gave birth to me in Karachi." With tears in his eyes, Hudson spoke out to Ergan.

"What a tragic story, Mr. Lamu.... What's your name? Jürgen looked up and beckoned to the orderly, then tossed the cup over.

"I don't have a name, I grew up with only one surname, and everyone called me Lamu, an abandoned illegitimate child, a lowly pariah." Lamu leaned his head back in his chair, his voice filled with desperation.

"How do you get Rajit. Hudson's ID. Ürgen decided to take advantage of the other party's low mood to figure everything out at once.

"You want to know the whole thing, Major." Lamu looked up at Jürgen.

"You see, we've got off to a good start, Mr. Lamu, why don't we go ahead like this, let's get this over as soon as possible, and I promise you will get a good deal here and won't be hurt by anyone again." Jürgen advised.

"You mean that?" Lamu lifted his bloody right foot.

"This is a small lesson, Mr. Lamu, after all, the toes are still on your feet, and it will remind you not to take an inch, for there is a limit to my patience." Jürgen said with a sinking face.

"I see, Mr. Major, I will tell you everything, but you must also grant me a request." Lamu replied hurriedly.

"It depends on whether what you confess is worthwhile, and to be honest, I don't think you have the conditions to bargain with us." Hurgen turned to Lamu with his hands behind his back.

"I will be given asylum by the German government, and if you agree to my request, I will tell you everything I know, and I swear you will be interested in it, for there is a great conspiracy involved." Lamu raised his head and stared firmly into Jürgen's eyes.

"You are indeed a wise man, Mr. Lamu." The corners of Jürgen's mouth curled up into a gentle smile.

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