"Ugh!" Qingyun groaned, his dark pupils shrinking sharply. He lowered his head, seemingly lost in thought.
Just as I expected.
A sense of inescapable fate enveloped all the federal soldiers, and they slumped into a daze.
A huge sense of relief even washed over them; no one could escape this kind of tactic, could they?
Although the boy endured the physical torture with his frail body, he could not withstand the mental shock.
Yabolen chuckled and leaned back in his chair, relaxing.
Chris walked step by step to Qingyun, his footsteps carrying a barely perceptible heaviness.
It's time for you to make your move.
No, wait a little longer. Chris heard a voice in his head say this.
"Dr. Ramirez, where is he?" Chris's cold silver eyes were fixed on Qingyun, whose eyes were blank. He would attack as soon as the boy answered.
"The doctor is..."
The bewildered boy suddenly looked up, his flowing hair carrying a touch of swagger, and his eyes, like a star-studded night sky, suddenly regained their sparkle. "Why should I tell you where he is?"
The boy even kicked the man's broad shoulder, but it didn't shake Chris's body at all. Instead, Chris himself was bounced back and spun around uncontrollably.
What's going on?
How come he was unaffected?
Everyone looked surprised, even Chris's pupils contracted for a moment.
Qingyun's mocking smile deepened. He had thought this mental shock device was something extraordinary, but it turned out to be so weak that it couldn't even touch his soul.
"Bang!" Yabren crushed the wine glass in his hand, suppressing his rage as he asked, "What happened? Is the equipment broken?"
A single transmission line of a mental shock device was enough to turn a soldier with B-level mental strength into an idiot. It was through yesterday's interrogation that he suspected the boy was physically weak but had a high level of mental strength, which is why the mental shock device was used.
I didn't expect it to be useless?
The prisoners, who had already lost all hope, were also taken aback. They stared blankly at the little boy hanging there, their eyes filled with disbelief.
Qingyun proudly raised her chin, her eyes burning with fierce flames: "The Federation will not be defeated!"
Yabolen stormed over, grabbed a space pirate, and attached a mental shock device to the back of his head. Within a second, the space pirate was completely stunned and began answering every question.
Arresting the space pirate weapon, Yabron stared intently at Qingyun and ordered Chris in a deep voice, "Continue to connect the transmission cable to him."
Chris felt a slight sense of relief, but it quickly faded. If the boy could withstand one transmission line, what about two, or three?
He did not retract the spiritual tentacles floating around the boy, but picked up a transmission cable and reconnected it to the back of the boy's head.
The boy's arrogant expression didn't change at all; he even looked at Yabo Lun with a disdainful snort.
Two, three, four...
Ten, twenty...
The scattered transmission lines next to the mental shock device gradually decreased, while the boy's head was practically covered in thorns.
Everyone's gaze slowly changed, and they looked at Qingyun as if she were a monster.
Finally, the last transmission line was connected to the back of the boy's head, and the mental shock device was even turned up to the highest level.
However, the boy showed no sign of being intimidated. His eyes were bright and sparkling, without any trace of dullness.
All the prisoners behind Qingyun stood up, leaning on the railing and staring blankly at the boy hanging there, his head covered with a dense network of transmission cables. He looked both pitiful and ridiculous, but the captured Federation soldiers felt no desire to laugh.
Their hearts were filled with admiration and shame.
Such a frail boy, who had never undergone any military training and might not even be an adult, actually withstood the impact of an entire mental shock device.
Behind Qingyun, Chris lowered his eyes to hide the admiration that filled them.
Knowing that Qingyun was an Omega, he was even more shocked. Even the current Fourth Legion General, Kexi, could not withstand such a powerful mental shock.
What kind of powerful energy is contained within his frail body?
Even after witnessing Qingyun's power, Chris still felt a pang of heartache for him, something he hadn't done before. He could clearly see from behind that the boy seemed extremely afraid of pain; whenever the needle of the transmission cable pierced the skin at the back of his head, it would cause a slight twitch in the back of his neck.
Even so, the boy remained silent.
"The Federation will not be defeated!" Qingyun repeated, tilting her head back, as if mocking Yabrun's previous words.
He will not be defeated by the mental shock device, nor will the Federation be defeated by the flamingo, and Qingyun's mission this time will definitely not fail.
Yabo Lun's face darkened completely. He took heavy steps and approached the suspended figure. He reached out and grabbed the pale, bluish-purple chin in front of him, asking Qing Yun, word by word, "Tell me, just how high is your mental level?"
"I'm sorry, I'm just an ordinary student in the singing department of the Federal Supreme Art Academy, with a mental strength of A."
When the boy spoke of the Federal Academy of Arts, his eyes shone brightly and his eyebrows lifted, as if he were extremely proud.
A hint of amusement flashed in Chris's inorganic silver eyes, who was standing behind him; he was almost fooled by him.
Those who don't know the situation might think that the Federal Supreme Art Academy is some kind of high-level institution of learning, but in the Federation, it's just a school that only good-for-nothing Omegas attend.
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