In an interrogation room in Siberia, Joe, who is tied up in a big way, is waiting to be interrogated.

The interrogation room belonged to Russia's Siberian prison system, and Natasha, a detective from Russia's Federal Security Service, was frowning at the man in front of her.

The discovery of the Ice Dragon expedition caused a global sensation again, but the public did not know that Joe Thomas had gone berserk and attacked his teammates in the submarine.

It is said that Joe Thomas had been sent to the territory of China, and then after a turning point, he was handed over to the Siberian prison, a place where birds don't.

Of course, it is still a joint case.

Although there was some confusion as to why this person was sent here instead of going to the high-level prison in the capital, looking at the man in front of him with a smile full of care, Natasha still said in a deep voice:

"Motivation? Objective? Why are you attacking your teammates?"

Joe smiled and asked:

"Pretty little girl, will your savior let you submit to me? Do you know that I didn't do anything at all, they were attacking me all the time, I want to appeal, I want to see my lawyer. ”

Natasha pulled her hair and continued unmoved:

"This is the Siberian GLG334 prison, a secret prison system belonging to the Russian Federal Security Service, inherited from the Gulag secret labor camp of the KGB of the Soviet Union, and the last lawyer who appeared here was a political prisoner in the Gulag labor camp, and his bones have been frozen and shattered by the frozen ground of Siberia. Motivation? Purpose?"

Qiao was stunned for a moment, his smile became slightly solidified, and then he continued to smile:

"It doesn't matter, when this world is finally purified, everything will turn to dust, dust to dust, dust to dust, do you think you are terrible now? Want to scare me with the name of the KGB and the Federal Security Service? Haha, I've been blessed by the Whisperers and Ksur, and I'm fearless. ”

Natasha frowned, gently pressed the pen in her hand, and continued to ask:

"One last time, motive, purpose?"

Joe still had a contemptuous smile on his face:

"I ......"

Only this time, before he finished his sentence, the innocent and lovely woman in front of him had already pounced on the table like a tiger, grabbed Joe's hair with one hand, and slammed his head on the edge of the metal table, just to hear the sound of "click", Joe's nose had been broken, and blood was splattered all over his clothes.

"Ahh————h

It's just that the woman's strength is far greater than he imagined, and she slammed his head against the table again.

"Phew! Bang! Bang! Woo ......"

Joe's face slammed on the table one after another, even his fingers were cracked, and the bridge of his nose was directly broken in two, and nosebleeds gushed out like a fountain.

After hitting Joe more than a dozen times in a row, making Joe dizzy, Natasha raised the pen in her hand and plunged it into one of Joe's nostrils, and continued to ask in a deep voice while pushing it upwards hard:

"Motive, purpose?

"Ahh I didn't ...... at all Ah......h

At the same time, Natasha tugged at the phone line on the table next to her, wrapped it around Joe's neck, and began to tighten it slowly and rhythmically.

"Motive, purpose?"

This woman is simply a machine, and she won't stop at all!

Joe's heart was instantly filled with fear at this time, since the inexplicable disappearance and death of the previous Cthul, his original unconditional fanaticism for the Purification Society and the Whisperers had been somewhat shaken, and after feeling the fear himself, a crack finally appeared in his heart, and he struggled and said:

“…… I say...... I...... I want to ruin this mission...... Want to open the space wormhole......"

Natasha finally loosened the phone line in her hand while pulling the pencil out of Joe's nostrils, bringing out a patch of blood.

Then she wiped the blood from her hands and pencil from the other's clothes, sat down at the table again, opened the notebook, and began to record as she said:

"Go on."

In the observation room on the other side of the one-way mirror of the interrogation room, two tall men were talking to each other.

One of them is Ivan, the head of the Russian Federal Oceanic Service, who is also part of the Arctic submarine wormhole expedition, and the other is Liu Jing, the deputy head of the Federal Security Service.

"How's it going, Ivan, isn't it satisfying that Natasha is one of the best and most talented agents under me?" Ryu Kyung asked with a smile.

Ivan said with a dark face:

"If you can torture people, even if you have talent, then Guantanamo Bay must be a gathering place for geniuses...... If Joe dies, we will completely lose the clue to the Purification Society, and we will only disappoint the commander. ”

Hearing the word "commander", Liu Jing immediately stood up straight, put away his previous playful demeanor, and said solemnly:

"Don't worry, Natasha is measured, it's just some painful and desperate skin injuries, you can't die, and if you want people from Guantanamo, there's no problem, our comrades in the Eagle Country have sent a master."

Saying that, he clapped his hands, and a black man with a thin and thin face walked in with a suitcase, nodded to Liu Jing and Ivan, and said:

"Imel came to report, and Mr. Nick asked me to say hello to both of you."

There was a hint of melancholy in his eyes, not at all like a master torturer, but like an artist who played the piano.

It's just that Ivan felt a trace of indifference from ordinary people in the other party's eyes, which made people feel cold in their hearts after seeing it.

He didn't expect that the comrades-in-arms of the Salvation Army would really get a master torturer from Guantanamo Bay, thinking of the torture methods that these people used to do everything, he couldn't help shaking his body, and said to Liu Jing with an expressionless face:

"I'll go first, you go on, Liu Jing my dear friend, no matter what means are used, it's best to get the information we want before the 'game' starts again, and when the time comes, we can hand this information to the commander in front of everyone in order to show our achievements...... We can no longer let the commander-in-chief down. ”

"Don't worry, Ivan, when the matter here is over, let's have two glasses together, how about marinated pork with vodka?" Ryu Kyung said with a smile with his hands in his pockets while nodding to Immel.

"Okay, that's it, of course, smoked fish and pickled cucumbers." Ivan smiled slightly, pushed the door and walked out.

When the door was closed again and it was confirmed that Ivan, an old friend, was gone, Ryu Jing's face changed, and he changed into a cold face, took Imel into the interrogation room, pulled a chair and sat down, put his legs on the table, and said to Natasha:

"Natasha, this is Imel from the Eagle Country, who came from Guantanamo, and is considered a top person in the industry, you can take a look."

Natasha looked at Imel with a blank face, her eyes like a dead person without the slightest hint of anger.

Imel looked at it as well, and nodded slightly with a barely detectable movement.

On the other side of the table, Joe, who was pinching his nose to stop the bleeding, suddenly trembled all over, feeling that the woman in front of him, the black man standing, and the tall Russian who was sitting didn't look like a human being.

These three people gave him the feeling of being three devils!

It's just that he really doesn't know what to do now.

From beginning to end, he really didn't attack the other members of the expedition team, and his original mission was to sneak in, observe the situation of the wormhole up close, and then report up.

Originally, Ivan suddenly hit him, and he didn't make any attack at all.

was forced to admit that his so-called "purpose" was all made up, and all this was even more wronged than Dou E.

Even if he was a member of the Purification Society, he shouldn't have treated him so inhumanely, right?

These hypocrites, who clearly call themselves the Salvation Army, do things that are comparable to those of the devil.

Seeing that the two were already acquainted, Liu Jing lit a cigarette, leaned back, leaned back in the chair, and said to Natasha and Imer:

"Alright, let's get started, we only have ...... time"

As he spoke, he looked at the watch on his wrist, it was already past seven o'clock in the evening, and the game mission would be opened again in about eight hours.

“…… We only had eight hours. ”

Imer nodded, placed the suitcase on the table, pressed the buckle, and lifted the box, revealing rows of knives, screwdrivers, pliers, flamethrowers, electric drills, and other delicate gadgets.

Natasha's face was expressionless, and she stood up in Joe's frightened eyes and paused lightly with the pencil in her hand on the table.

Here we go.