But Tutu was still full of energy!

He sat upright, glaring with anger at the Huang Ban agent across the table, his voice loud and powerful,

"You little rascals, use whatever tricks you've got! I will never bow to you! Don't even think about getting any intel from me!"

The Huang Ban agent in charge of the interrogation was also puzzled; why was this guy calling him a rascal?

Besides, he's used every trick in the book, yet the guy before him was like iron; he had already whipped so hard that the whip broke, he was so tired he could barely straighten his back, yet the guy across seemed even more spirited than him.

At this moment, a counterintelligence agent pushed the door open and entered, followed by someone else — the counterintelligence minister, Arthur Jenkins.

The agent sitting in the chair quickly stood up to offer his seat, but Arthur signaled him to sit down and asked calmly,

"What did he say?"

Valerie had messed up, causing the entire counterintelligence department to face trouble, so he had to come out and see if he could clean up the mess.

The agent replied somewhat frustrated,

"He hasn't said a thing."

Jenkins nodded; he was actually quite pleased with this answer. Now, only if he could get the other party to talk, would the intelligence be valuable.

Then he asked the agent what methods had been used, and after hearing the answer, even he frowned.

So many strong tactics used, yet the guy hadn't opened his mouth—was he made of iron?

But then his expression relaxed; this time Jenkins had come with a trump card that no human could possibly endure.

"Have you tried flipping through his memories?"

Agent: "We had someone try, but his brain's underlying ICE seemed extremely powerful; it directly backfried, killing two of our net agents. Without the assistance of large equipment, we didn't dare to try again."

This powerful...

The agent's answer was something Jenkins didn't expect; they were Huang Ban's agents, yet even if they couldn't breach the other's database, they shouldn't have failed to escape, right?

But...

The more this was the case, the more excited Jenkins became, because it meant he might have caught a big fish, hiding enormous secrets.

If he could dig them out, he might even stave off punishment this time and advance even further.

Thinking of this, Jenkins said to Tutu in a gentle tone,

"Sir, what value is there in enduring this? As far as I know, after you were captured, none of your companions have come to rescue you. They've already abandoned you."

"There's an old saying at Todai: 'A wise man is one who knows what's best for himself.' I believe with the various means of Huang Ban, we will surely make you talk."

"But I believe you are a smart person; none of us want you to suffer physically. We hope you can cooperate with us. Huang Ban will not treat you poorly."

"Status, money, women, fame — just nod, and we'll do our best to meet your desires."

"Top-tier prosthetics, the best medical care, these are things you can't trade for even if you died a hundred times on the streets. Why risk your life for a group of Wanderers?"

"And your compatriots are still vainly resisting Huang Ban; trust me, before dawn they'll all be dead. As long as you nod, Huang Ban won't hold it against you."

Jenkins' voice carried an irresistible allure, a result of many years as an agent. He believed that after all the torture this person had endured, even if his resolve was ironclad, he should have softened by now.

"Hah—ptuh!"

Tutu spat right into the chattering Jenkins' mouth.

Jenkins reflexively gulped, and by the time he realized what he had swallowed, it was too late. He was bending over the table retching,

"Gag—gag—"

He even used his fingers to trigger his throat, trying to vomit up whatever he'd swallowed.

Tutu found his reaction incredibly amusing,

"Heehee, keep talking, why did you stop?"

"Let me tell you! You Huang Ban Sanlang's lackey, no matter what kind of torture you use, you won't get a word from me. True martyrs dare to face gushing blood; justice cannot be eradicated!"

His tone was self-righteous to the point of perversity, making the two agents next to him feel a bit ashamed.

Then his tone shifted again,

"But I don't eat much; maybe just the honey trap. If you could arrange for Huang Ban Meizhi and Mizuki to play 'swallow pair' with me once..."

"Nah, that green cock's crest makes me nauseous; swap it. Don't they have a granddaughter or something? I might not say no to that..."

Jenkins had no choice but to face a despairing fact as he failed to induce vomiting.

He might have really swallowed it.

Feeling his dignity trampled, he couldn't hold back any longer, ripping the mask of calm from his face as he roared in anger,

"Show him Death Super Dream! A hundred times! Until he begs for mercy!"

Death Super Dream, as the name implies, manipulates emotions to make someone experience various forms of death continually.

This isn't something you can withstand with sheer willpower; the Super Dream controls your brain's neurological responses, inducing you to fully experience the emotions of the subject.

This is a torture method used in Night City for death row inmates. Even in jail, only a very few criminals experience this, but usually, just a few minutes is enough to drive prisoners to painful madness, begging for mercy.

Tutu was fitted with the Super Dream Device, and he barely bothered to resist, still talking incessantly,

"What are you gonna show me? It's not gonna be like those stupid viral videos on YouTube, right? I'm telling you, I only watch adult content on international sites. Only idiots believe that stuff..."

The agents pretended not to hear him and immediately activated the Super Dream upon connecting the device.

With a flash, Tutu found the world before him changed; he was trapped on an iron bed, next to a scavenger holding a chainsaw.

Because it wasn't an adult Super Dream, the system didn't prevent the player from watching.

Tutu wanted to speak, but couldn't open his mouth, only watching as the person approached him, his tightly bound body twisting as if attempting to escape.

Until he watched as his body was slowly sawed open from legs to arms with wide eyes.

However, Tutu didn't feel anything, even felt like laughing a bit.

The technique was so crude; scavengers wouldn't dissect a body like this. Even in Black Mewtwo, they wouldn't use chainsaws; the saw blade ruins the prosthesis's integrity, making them unsellable.

As for death?

Please.

Maybe it was effective the first time, but what player hasn't died seven or eight times by now? Even more in Super Dream, over a hundred deaths are no outlier.

Super Dream's scenes shifted one after another, Tutu constantly changing ways to die.

Burning to death

Dismemberment

Rape… couldn't see this one

Thrown into a microwave

Hit by a car...

At first, there was novelty, but after many times, Tutu found it all rather boring.

Meanwhile, outside, Arthur Jenkins stared at Tutu like a long-awaited revenge, hoping to hear the other scream, to beg for mercy.

But after half an hour, there was no reaction from him.

Instead, an agent burst in from outside, hurriedly saying,

"Minister, something happened at the fire scene; a chemical plant exploded, and several hover cars transporting chemicals are heading our way!!!"

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