Jiang Feng went to change the fuse, then reset the switch.
Song Heping said to him in English, "Use a thicker one, don't let it trip again so easily."
Jiang Feng replied, "If it's too thick, it might cause a problem. What if it starts a fire?"
Song Heping said, "This is a man, not an appliance. If it burns, let him burn..."
Jiang Feng, as if suddenly enlightened, slapped his forehead and said, "Right! How could I forget this isn't for appliances? Okay, I'll get a sturdier fuse."
As the two of them chanted back and forth in English, Henry, who was tied up in front, and the assassin sitting next to him, were terrified.
Henry pleaded, "I admit it, I admit I betrayed your information and routes about arms trafficking. Can you just kill me quickly? Brother, after all, we are both men; I don't have a deep hatred against you. There's no need to torture me, can you just grant me a swift end?"
Song Heping shook his head expressionlessly, "I need to hear more than just this."
Henry quickly said, "Ask me anything, I'll tell you everything."
Song Heping asked, "Where did you get your information? Who gave it to you?"
Henry shut his mouth, his expression immediately turning as ugly as if he were constipated.
Though he guessed the CIA was probably wanting to silence him this time, if he disclosed anything to Song Heping at this moment, his fate would be even worse.
At this point, he still harbored a sliver of fantasy.
Song Heping didn't press further but instead approached the assassin, asking in a calm tone, "Who are you? Who hired you to kill JK?"
The assassin looked at the two iron rods in Song Heping's hands, his body trembling slightly.
Song Heping continued, "Given the tactics and skills you demonstrated, you're not from an ordinary assassin organization. Are you with the CIA? Tell the truth, or I'll have to torture you personally."
The assassin's pupils contracted.
It meant he was very nervous.
Song Heping stared at him for a while, then suddenly raised both hands, thrusting the iron rods forcefully downward.
"Ah!!!!"
The rods pierced his thighs, and Song Heping let go, asking coldly, "Speak, whose men are you?"
The assassin's eyes turned bloodshot.
The pain was unbearable!
His teeth clattered as he turned his gaze toward Jiang Feng standing a few meters away.
Next to Jiang Feng was a small DV camera, its indicator light glowing green, showing that it was recording.
If the whole confession process was recorded, it would be disastrous.
The CIA had sent assassins to kill JK to prevent further complications between the DGSE and Song Heping.
If this got exposed, the military would undoubtedly confront the CIA, and no one knew how many people would be scapegoated.
Song Heping looked at the two iron rods in the thighs, which now looked like flagpoles stuck in the ground. He began winding a wire around them, causing the assassin to twitch in agony.
"These iron rods are a bit rusty, very easy to lead to tetanus…"
After speaking, Song Heping stepped back to the switch and pulled it down.
Zzzzzzz—
Because the transformer was very crude, the sound of the current was quite loud.
Henry, sitting nearby, felt as if someone were gently and slowly slicing his heart with a knife, making him feel as if his chest were being hollowed out.
Pop pop pop—
Sparks even appeared where the poorly connected copper wire met the iron rods.
The room's lights flickered, obviously due to a short circuit causing unstable voltage, which added an element of a horror movie to the entire room.
The safe human body voltage tolerance is within 48V. Song Heping had tested it; the voltage was 60–100V.
Although exceeding 48V might not necessarily be lethal, it could definitely cause some damage.
Moreover, the quality of the homemade transformer, whose voltage was fluctuating highly and dropping low unpredictably, was extremely worrisome.
For this reason, the assassin felt as if he were between life and death.
The sensation of the current passing through his body was like many small knives directly piercing through the flesh, traveling through muscles, blood vessels, and nerves.
If Jiang Feng's earlier interrogation was like pulling off nails or drilling through palms, that was merely localized pain.
But the pain from electrocution was throughout the body; there was no part that did not suffer.
"Ah!!!!"
The assassin's whole body stiffly arched in reflex, a spasm caused by the electricity stimulating his nerves and muscles.
His eyes started to roll back, his body shaking uncontrollably.
Song Heping kept his eyes on the voltage, which fluctuated like the tide.
"Fuck, that stinks!"
Jiang Feng suddenly covered his nose.
Song Heping then turned off the switch.
Deprived of the current, the assassin's rigid body slumped in the chair as if suddenly deflated.
Song Heping's gaze landed on his crotch, where urine dripped down the edge of the stool, carrying a foul odor with it.
He had lost control of his bladder and bowels.
"All right, can you now tell me the truth? Who sent you, who directed your actions, who are you?!"
The assassin shivered in his chair, looking at Song Heping as if seeing a ghost.
However, he had not lost his sanity, and to Song Heping's surprise, after several questions, the assassin still didn't speak.
"So you are a tough guy…"
Song Heping didn't say another word but pushed the switch up again.
Sizzling—
The lights began to flicker on and off again.
This time, there was even the smell of something burning...
Smoke was starting to rise from the assassin's forehead.
This time, even Henry felt like he was going to pee himself; he had only been an intelligence analyst in the Royal Air Force, not a combatant, let alone one of those tough guys from the SBS or SAS.
Song Heping's operations were fierce like a tiger, and the assassin had no choice but to confess...
"Oh! God, Song, please don't use these things on me..."
"Are you willing to talk now?"
"I'll talk! I'll tell you everything! My source of information is the CIA at Illigo Intelligence Station!"
Henry felt it was better to confess than have the CIA hassle him—better to shoot himself than suffer here.
Even if after his confession, Song Heping felt he was no longer valuable and decided to end his life with a shot, it would be a release.
This was terrifying as hell!
"Who specifically?!"
"Simon! Simon! He's their station chief!"
Song Heping pulled down the power switch.
The assassin passed out.
In contrast, Henry was drenched in cold sweat, looking like he was about to collapse.
"I've told you everything, are you satisfied now?! Come on, give me a quick shot!"
He pleaded with Song Heping, "I've revealed this to you, and the CIA will definitely not let me go now. Give me a shot, it's the least you could do for me."
Song Heping said, "Don't rush, are you in such a hurry to die?"
Jiang Feng went over and woke the assassin up.
In a dazed state, the assassin mumbled unclearly, "I talked... I've spoken…"
Song Heping let him rest a bit, and the assassin gradually regained some clarity.
"Tell me, who are you? What department do you belong to?"
"My name is Lance Hart... CIA... Illigo Station... Operation B group..." the assassin said, eyes fixed on those two iron rods, legs trembling.
"Who sent you here?"
"Simon... the station chief..."
"Purpose of the operation."
At that question, the assassin instinctively glanced at Henry, then his eyelids drooped.
"Silencing... to take out JK…"
"Why silencing?"
"We only execute operations... we ask no questions about anything else..."
Sizzling—
Song Heping turned the power switch back on.
Hart began trembling and struggling like a fish out of water.
Thirty seconds later, Song Heping turned off the switch.
This time, it took Hart a full twenty minutes to recover.
But now he was thoroughly subdued: "I've spoken... because you didn't die, the station chief was afraid his deliberate leak of information would be exposed, so he ordered us to kill JK to keep it quiet."
"Did I encounter the Somali Pirates in the Red Sea also because of your station chief?" Song Heping asked.
Hart shook his head, "I really don't know about that..."
Song Heping reached for the power switch again.
Hart broke down: "Yes! I know, it was him! We found the Youth Army and hired a pirate gang through them to intercept you... we didn't anticipate their failure..."
"Much better."
Song Heping said, "Why didn't you say so earlier? Why suffer so much?"
"Can you let me go now?" Hart looked up, pleading with Song Heping.
Song Heping shook his head, "No, did I say I was letting you go? No, I only said if you talked, I would stop the pain."
After saying that, he pulled out a gun and shot Hart in the forehead.
Hart's brain matter sprayed onto the floor.
Song Heping told Jiang Feng, "Go outside and bury him, clean up here, we're ready to pull out."
"Alright."
Jiang Feng quickly dragged Hart's body outside.
"It's your turn now." Song Heping turned to Hunter.
Hunter closed his eyes, "Come on, make it accurate."
Song Heping said, "Who said I was going to kill you?"
Hunter opened his eyes, as if seeing an alien, "You're not killing me?"
Suddenly, terror climbed onto Hunter's face.
He trembled, "Are you going to torture me? I don't have any information left that you want to know."
Song Heping shook his head, "No, I'm not here to kill or torture you; I want to make a deal."
"What deal?" Hunter asked.