Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

Du Jian frowned.

With a flick of his wrist, the tactical dagger once again twirled over the bloody wound.

"what!"

Jack's screams nearly lifted the basement ceiling, and the veins on his neck throbbed.

But he still gritted his teeth, his blood-stained face contorted with madness.

"Come on! Keep going!"

"You bunch of idiots, is that all you've got?"

"I must remind you, you only have twenty-four hours!"

"Once the 24 hours are up, my disappearance will be exposed, and then... you will all be executed along with me!"

Du Jian frowned, pulled out his dagger, and wiped the blood on Jack's clothes.

He turned to look at Zhao Ping'an.

"This guy has been desensitized to anti-interrogation techniques, so conventional physical torture won't have much effect on him."

"Unless you take a truth serum or use a nerve medication, it might have some effect."

Zhao Ping'an's face was extremely ugly.

"We don't have that kind of thing around here."

"Even if we were to bring them in from within China now, it would be too late."

"The Seahawk's exposure is too suspicious. If we don't dig out this line, problems will inevitably arise in the Middle East sooner or later."

Both of them fell silent.

When facing such highly trained elite agents, time is the greatest enemy.

And right now, what they lack most is time.

In the stifling air of the basement, Jack's maniacal laughter sounded particularly jarring.

Zhao Ping'an's face was ashen, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

Du Jian is also not very good-looking.

"I'll give it a try."

Li Gang walked over from behind, carrying a canvas bag.

Zhao Ping'an remained silent.

In the current situation, anyone can come as long as he can speak.

Du Jian took half a step back to make room.

Jack struggled to lift his head, looked at Li Gang, then at the canvas bag in his hand, and grinned, revealing his blood-stained mouth.

"They changed people again?"

"You Easterners just love to use this kind of attrition warfare."

"Come on, let me see what toys you have in your bag."

"Pliers? A battery? Or a soldering iron?"

Jack defiantly raised his chin.

Unzip the canvas bag.

There were no bloody torture instruments inside, only a few rolls of wide medical tape, a few bottles of saline solution, and a large plastic funnel.

Jack stared at these things for a moment, then snorted dismissively.

"Waterboarding?"

"I used to do this old trick three times a week when I was at the Quantico training camp."

"Do you think this will make me speak?"

Li Gang remained silent, picked up a roll of wide tape, and walked behind Jack.

He moved with lightning speed, grabbing Jack's head and wrapping it twice with duct tape, firmly fixing his head to the back of the chair, face up.

Immediately afterwards, Li Gang tore off a piece of tape and sealed Jack's mouth shut.

Jack could only breathe heavily through his nose, his eyes fixed on Li Gang.

Li Gang picked up a thick towel from the side, folded it twice, and covered Jack's face, completely obscuring his nose and mouth.

"Captain Du, lend a hand, hold his shoulder."

Li Gang said without looking up.

Du Jian immediately stepped forward, pressed Jack's shoulders with both hands, and slammed him firmly into the chair.

Li Gang picked up the plastic funnel and inserted it directly above the towel, right in front of Jack's nose.

Then, he unscrewed a bottle of saline solution.

"This waterboarding method is indeed an old trick."

Li Gang finally spoke, his tone indifferent.

"But we made a small modification when we were carrying out missions at the border."

"The osmotic pressure of saline solution is the same as that of human body fluids."

"It won't trigger a violent coughing reflex; it will simply flow into your lungs little by little without any obstruction through your nasal cavity."

"You will feel very clearly that your lungs are slowly being filled with fluid."

"You can slowly savor the feeling of being slowly drowned, unable to even struggle."

The voice just fell.

Li Gang tilted his wrist.

The clear saline solution flowed slowly through the funnel into the towel, soaking the fibers, and was precisely dripped into Jack's nasal cavity.

Jack's body tensed up suddenly.

The chair made a loud creaking sound.

Du Jian used his arms to hold him down firmly.

The bottle of water was poured out.

Li Gang stopped what he was doing and quietly watched Jack.

Jack's muscles were twitching violently, his legs were pounding the ground, and a deep, muffled "gurgling" sound was coming from his throat.

The lack of oxygen caused his face to turn purplish-red quickly, and the blood vessels on his forehead almost burst.

Two full minutes passed.

Li Gang ripped the towel off Jack's face and then tore off the tape from his mouth.

"Cough cough cough! Ugh—"

Jack suddenly bent forward and coughed violently, vomiting large mouthfuls of water mixed with stomach acid onto the ground.

He gasped for air greedily, looking like a dying fish.

"How are you feeling?"

"If that's not enough, I have a second bottle here."

Li Gang picked up the second bottle of saline solution and unscrewed the cap again.

Jack trembled all over, looked up at the bottle in Li Gang's hand, and a hint of fear finally flashed in his eyes.

"I'll talk...cough cough...I'll talk!"

Jack's voice was hoarse and almost cracked.

Zhao Ping'an perked up and immediately stepped forward.

"How exactly was the Seahawk exposed?"

"Where did you get the intelligence about your ambush on the border?"

Jack, panting heavily, spoke haltingly.

"It's...it's a black market intelligence dealer from Türkiye."

"We have an informant in Doubayazet who happened to see your people contacting local smugglers."

"We followed the clues and found the route..."

Zhao Ping'an frowned.

"Which intelligence provider? What's their name?"

"Call him...Blake."