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Chapter 372 It's still too early to be happy.
Barry and Susie disappeared from the interrogation room.

"Three-wheeled vehicle, alter tonight's surveillance footage, erase Susie and Barry—as for the situation in the interrogation room, change it to say that the soldier started drinking halfway through the interrogation."

"But where would you find alcohol in the interrogation room?"

"I'll just help them set up a few boxes."

"That means you're very helpful."

After giving instructions to the three-wheeled vehicle, Ma Zhaodi reopened the gourd stopper. His original alcohol tolerance training was done with lamb's wine, but since he acquired assets, he upgraded to dry and simmering liquor. And today, when he was brought to the interrogation room, he specially bought a thousand-day intoxication.

【Dry and Roasted (Immortal Delicacy)】
Price: 90,000 asset points
Note: The Immortal Wine obtained by upgrading the Lamb Brew will immediately restore 18% of your current maximum health with each sip; then restore 6% health per second for eight seconds, for a total of 66% health. The number of items for brewing the wine will also increase from one to two.

Note 2: "May I ask where the tavern is? A shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance."

Combined with the Orchid of ...

The Thousand-Day Intoxication was bought to deal with the soldiers.

【A Thousand Days of Intoxication (Shenzhen)】
Price: 200,000 asset points

Note: Each sip restores 60% of the current maximum health and has three slots. As its name suggests, the wine is incredibly intoxicating. Even immortals or those accustomed to drinking immortal wine will stagger for a moment after taking a sip; while a mortal will be drunk for a thousand days after taking a sip, during which time they can go without food or drink, and remain ageless and carefree.

Note 2: The gourd holds the elixir of ten thousand years, the precious record of a thousand-year lifespan. Within the cave, the universe is freely traversed; within the gourd, the sun and moon follow their course. Having drunk my fill at the Peach Banquet, I awaken to find the bright moon still unchanged. Long head, large ears, short body—in the south, this is called the Land of Longevity.

Ma Zhaodi is an ordinary person now. Even though he has been practicing drinking divine liquors for a while, he still doesn't dare to drink such potent liquors directly. At most, he can only stay sober under the influence of the aroma.

As he was being led into the interrogation room, he was already considering how to handle the upcoming interrogation process. It would be easy for him to personally deal with the soldiers and guards next to him, but the soldiers weren't exactly brainless. A direct approach would leave too many traces. If the next day came and Erlin found that all the soldiers in the interrogation room were dead, then his disguise would definitely be exposed.

He needed a solution that was silent and unnoticed, and the aroma of Thousand Days' Intoxication was just right.

After entering the interrogation room, Ma Zhaodi silently recited a command, and the Qingtian gourd from the mall appeared at his waist. It automatically opened the gourd's stopper, and the aroma of wine filled the entire interrogation room within a dozen seconds, causing almost all the soldiers inside to become drunk. A minute later, even the guards at the door fell asleep. Finally, the lingering fragrance drifted out of the interrogation room and into the outer areas.

This is also why Susie found all the sentries listless when she infiltrated the area; the closer the soldiers were to the interrogation room, the more they were affected by the smell of alcohol and the more dazed they became.

Now that Susie and Barry were gone, Ma Zhaodi immediately began to set up the scene. He reopened the bottle to ensure the soldiers continued to be unconscious, and then got several cases of beer from the mall and poured them into the mouths of the soldiers one can at a time.

The forced-down drinks occasionally caused them to vomit or cough, wetting their clothes and the floor. Ma Zhaodi didn't care. He plugged his nose and continued working, throwing empty cans and broken cardboard boxes all over the floor.

"Let me see, there's wine, there's vomit, and there's spilled on clothes. Is there any other leak?"

"You haven't taken your clothes off," the tricycle driver reminded him through the earpiece. "Get a few people to strip them off."

"Wouldn't that be a bit perverted?"

"do not you?"

"That's pure slander."

While refuting the three-wheeled vehicle's words, Ma Zhaodi stripped several soldiers of their clothes and trousers, throwing them everywhere. After a moment, looking at the messy scene, he nodded in satisfaction. "Done."

The three-wheeled vehicle immediately began to tamper with the video recording based on the situation at the scene, while Ma Zhaodi took out a disguise prop from the store and began to fake injuries on his body—he hadn't used his advanced disguise skills for a long time, and he was still a little rusty when using them again.

Fortunately, there is still plenty of time left, so he can take his time.

The next morning, General Erlin, who had slept well, was in a good mood. He came to the base as usual, wanting to see the miserable state of Ma Zhaodi after being interrogated all night, and also to personally test his strength and get revenge for the two times he had been tricked the day before.

He strode down the corridor, ignoring the soldiers who looked rather dejected, and made his way to the door of the interrogation room, where he saw the guards standing on either side.

Their heads drooped down, and they actually fell asleep standing up.

"Two losers."

He sneered and kicked both of them hard, knocking them to the ground. In a good mood, Erlin didn't intend to pay any more attention to them and went straight into the interrogation room.

However, he was too happy too soon.

crunch--

"So, what useful things did that guy say—"

The moment he pushed open the door, a strong smell of alcohol mixed with the stench of vomit suddenly rushed into his nostrils, interrupting his planned opening remarks.

"Snoring. Snoring"

The interrogation room was indeed well soundproofed; only when the door was opened did the chorus of snoring burst out from inside.

Erlin stared in fury at the soldiers lying sprawled on the ground, the empty beer cans scattered everywhere, and the clothes strewn about. The interrogation room looked nothing like a torture chamber; it resembled a large party.

What made him blush the most was that Ma Zhaodi, who should have been in excruciating pain, looked completely unharmed. He was sitting in the center of the interrogation room, surrounded by admirers, emitting even and peaceful snores.

He even had an empty beer can in his mouth, so he probably had a good drink last night.

"A bunch of fucking trash!"

Erlin's good mood was instantly shattered by his soaring blood pressure.

"Stop sleeping, you bastards! Get up! Look at the mess this interrogation room has become! Look at the mess you've made of yourselves!"

Enraged, he nearly drew his gun, rushed forward, and kicked the sleeping soldiers awake one by one. He then kicked Ma Zhaodi to the ground and followed up with a couple more kicks.

"You idiots! Who gave you permission to drink in the interrogation room! Get up, all of you!"

(End of this chapter)