Just a few seconds later, a muffled cry of pain escaped the man's mouth.
He felt as if countless ants were gnawing at every nerve in his body.
"ah.…"
He raised his head and groaned miserably and painfully.
However, this is not the most painful thing.
Behind the pain, what is even more unbearable is the piercing burning sensation.
The man felt as if he was in flames, every cell in his body was burning, and the pain was almost driving him crazy.
"ah!!!"
In the end, he couldn't hold it in any longer and let out another shrill scream, but it didn't bring him a moment of peace.
He clenched his teeth, his face distorted horribly with pain.
But this will not have any effect on suppressing the pain.
His whole body was twitching, veins on his exposed skin were exposed, and his entire face was purple.
The pain lasted for half a minute before gradually subsiding.
Feng Clay approached the man with great interest, carefully observing his expression, and couldn't help but marvel at it.
"As expected of an elite agent trained by the World Government, he can endure even such pain without begging for mercy."
"Pooh!" The man suddenly spat a mouthful of thick phlegm at Feng Clay.
Feng Clay turned his head and easily avoided the sneak attack which did not cause much damage but was extremely insulting.
"Next time I'll consider giving you a shot of adrenaline first. I'm sure your memory will be more profound."
The man stared at Feng Kelei with his bloodshot eyes, and it looked like he wanted to eat him alive.
Feng Clay, however, picked up his pen again, seemingly oblivious, and casually asked, "What's your name?"
"I call you dad." The man said with a sneer.
"Inoue Ishige? This name sounds a bit weird." Feng Clay muttered softly while writing in his notebook.
"What? How do you know my name?" The man widened his eyes, unable to believe it.
What the other party read out was his real name, and even among his colleagues, only a few people knew it.
"If I say that several of your colleagues gave all your information to you, would you believe me?"
As Feng Clay spoke, he stared closely at the man's expression, as if waiting for his answer.
The man was unwilling to believe that his colleague would betray him. After all, they were all elites who had undergone rigorous training together.
Getting them to confess is harder than climbing to the sky.
It's just that humans are inherently suspicious.
The fact that the other party knew my name meant that someone had definitely switched sides.
He couldn't help but wonder, if anyone would confess, who would it be?
The faces and names of his colleagues appeared in his mind.
"There are eight people in your group. We have captured six of them. Where are the other two?" Feng Clay asked again.
This time, the man really began to feel guilty, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.
At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind: they had really been betrayed.
Otherwise, the other party would not be able to know their exact number, or even know that they were missing two people.
"I don't know." The man lowered his head and whispered.
Feng Clay stared at the man for another two seconds, nodded, and said, "I believe you."
"Can you trust your enemy so easily?" the man complained loudly upon hearing this.
"One last question. Besides assassinations and sabotage in Alabasta, do you have any other missions?"
Feng Clay asked, tapping his pen on the table.
"No." The man's eyes drifted to the right and answered decisively.
But Feng Clay discovered something unusual in the man's thoughts.
"The Kežman family." Fengkelei wrote these words in his notebook.
After asking, Feng Kelei really kept his promise and had the man taken away.
Afterwards, Feng Clay ordered one of his men to find out all the information about this family as soon as possible.
As a spy chief, Feng Clay is increasingly sensitive to abnormal information in intelligence.
As for the agent just now, the name that flashed through his mind thought it was definitely unusual.
Because through a series of previous interrogations, Feng Clay discovered a characteristic.
Among those assassinated recently, no one has ever been a noble.
Even on the assassination list he had glimpsed from the minds of those agents, no one was a noble.
However, this person has the name of a noble family in his mind, which is extremely abnormal.
In the following interrogation, Feng Clay will deliberately ask everyone questions about the nobles.
As expected, in addition to the Kezman family, Feng Clay collected the names of two other families.
These three families have been nobles of Alabasta for generations and have high prestige in this country.
The lowest title among them is earl, and the head of the Kezman family is even a duke.
"What exactly do they want to do?" Feng Clay kept writing various possibilities on the white paper.
However, he did not dare to act rashly against such an influential family and arrested these people directly for interrogation.
Otherwise, the parliamentary elections would likely be boycotted by a group of nobles.
By then, 0jiang’s reform plan will also become a bubble.
After several days, Feng Clay finally finished interrogating all the captured people.
Except for the majority of people sent in the early stage who were agents, many of the people sent later were pirates and gangsters.
Among them were even dozens of innocent civilians, which made Feng Clay very angry.
As the election day draws closer, Alabasta, whose security issues have been resolved, is once again plunged into carnival.
The streets and alleys of various cities are filled with candidates canvassing for votes.
However, for this poor country, the most popular ones are still the nobles and wealthy businessmen.
Because they can use real money to buy food, meat, fruits and various practical gifts for those who voted for them.
The craziest thing came from a businessman named Wald, who simply organized a parade and threw money to the onlookers on both sides of the road.
The attempt is to create an image of generosity in this way in order to gain people's support.
This is the first time in the country's history that such a national policy has been implemented.
The vast majority of people who are unable to run for election are unable to understand the interests involved and only think that they can take advantage now and become the winner.
Only in a very poor city like Juba would someone choose common people who usually have high prestige without asking for anything in return.
Luo Heng stayed in the office every day, reading election information from all over the place.
The whole country was boiling, and he couldn't help but feel a little excited.
What kind of light will this decadent world based on feudal dynasties shine when democracy truly arrives?
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