Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

Hongxing Police Station, Interrogation Room No. 1.

The high-wattage incandescent bulbs dazzled my eyes.

Paul Smith was handcuffed to the interrogation chair, though his face remained pale.

But by this time he had recovered from the extreme fear he had initially experienced when he was captured.

On his deep-set face, typical of Caucasians, hung a hint of arrogance and a cold, smug smile, as if he were a dead pig unafraid of boiling water.

"I'll say it again, I'm just a legitimate businessman."

Paul shouted at Zhou Jianguo, who was sitting behind the interrogation table, in broken Chinese.

"I have no idea who put those radios and pistols there! Someone is framing me!"

"I am an American citizen! I want to see our consul! I need a lawyer!"

He knew very well that as long as he stubbornly denied it, the few things they found wouldn't be enough to immediately sentence him to death.

If he can drag this out until the consulate gets involved, he will have a chance to extricate himself through diplomatic channels.

"Bang!"

Zhou Jianguo slammed his hand on the table, making the teacup lid jump.

"Don't try to play dumb with me!"

"Li Lixin and Liu Guangtian have confessed! You are the mastermind!"

Zhou Jianguo glared angrily. "Paul, this is the Chinese public security bureau, not a place for you to run wild. Confessing and receiving leniency is your only way out!"

"No! I don't understand what you're saying."

Paul simply closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and adopted a posture of nonviolent non-cooperation.

He had practiced this psychological tactic for dealing with interrogations countless times in the special agent training camp.

Zhou Jianguo was furious; this foreign spy was much more difficult to deal with than he had imagined.

Just then.

The heavy iron door of the interrogation room creaked open.

Zhang Huaimin carried a steaming white porcelain teacup and walked in with light steps.

He was wearing that blue cotton-padded jacket, with an innocent smile on his face.

"Grandpa Zhou, don't be angry. Have some water to soothe your throat."

Zhang Huaimin placed the teacup on the table, then turned to look at Paul, who was resting with his eyes closed.

"Uncle foreigner, you've come all this way to be a guest in our country and have been invited here. You must be thirsty, right?"

Zhang Huaimin took out the small glass bottle containing the red liquid from his pocket.

He unscrewed the bottle cap in front of Zhou Jianguo and Paul.

He poured the half-bottle of red medicine into another cup of warm tea that had been cooled down.

This potion is no ordinary thing.

This is a new type of punishment tool that Zhang Huaimin just created by fusing "Truth Potion" and "High-Frequency Tremor Trait of Neurons" in the system.

He gave the medicine a very fitting name – "Samba Mantra Medicine".

"Come on, foreign uncle, have a sip of our Chinese specialty tea."

Zhang Huaimin, carrying the laced tea, walked up to Paul with a smile.

Paul opened one eye and glanced at Zhang Huaimin with disdain.

He certainly wouldn't drink what a Chinese child offered, even though he was indeed parched.

"Take it away, I won't drink your dirty water," Paul coldly refused.

"Not drinking?"

Zhang Huaimin smirked and turned to wave at Chen Bing, who was standing at the door.

"Brother Chen, this international friend is being disrespectful. Please help him."

Chen Bing had been holding back his anger for a long time.

Upon hearing Zhang Huaimin's words, he strode forward without saying a word.

Those large, iron-like hands grabbed Paul's cheeks and forcibly pried open his mouth.

"Ugh... What are you doing! Let me go!" Paul struggled in terror.

Zhang Huaimin walked forward unhurriedly.

The cup of red tea, along with the tea leaves, was poured into Paul's throat in a very rough manner.

"Cough cough cough!"

Chen Bing released his grip, and Paul coughed violently, tears welling up in his eyes.

He felt a strange heat flow rapidly spreading from his esophagus throughout his body.

"What...what poison did you give me?!" Paul exclaimed in terror.

"Poison? Of course not."

Zhang Huaimin took two steps back, crossed his arms, and looked at him with a leisurely air.

"This is called 'the combination of honesty and art'."

The voice just fell.

The medicine took effect instantly!

Paul felt a sudden, uncontrollable tingling, numbness, and trembling sensation throughout his body.

Followed by.

Zhou Jianguo and the two recorders stared in disbelief.

This was just moments ago an extremely arrogant and defiant senior U.S. agent.

He suddenly stood up from the interrogation chair.

His legs came together and bent uncontrollably, and his waist began to twist wildly in an extremely exaggerated, even seductive, manner!

"Tap tap tap!"

Paul's leather shoes pounded rapidly on the concrete.

His hands were raised high, and with the twisting of his waist, they drew exotic, wavy lines in the air.

This is clearly an extremely hot and sexy Brazilian samba dance!

"My God! My legs... my back... what's happening!"

Paul screamed in terror, desperately trying to stop, but his body wouldn't obey his brain.

He could only cry out in despair while frantically twisting his hips and shaking his buttocks in the solemn and dignified interrogation room.

She even gave Zhou Jianguo an extremely greasy "flirting wink".

"Holy crap..."

Chen Bing rubbed his eyes; the scene was too shocking.

Zhou Jianguo dropped the pen in his hand onto the table, his chin almost hitting his instep.

Is this an interrogation room or a dance hall?!

But the best part is yet to come.

As the rhythm of the samba dance gets faster and faster.

Paul's mouth was completely out of control, and the power of his Words ability began to exert its domineering influence.

"I'll confess! I'll confess everything!"

Paul was wildly twisting his hips and yelling uncontrollably at the top of his lungs.

"I am a senior CIA spy! Code name 'Vulture'!"

"I came to China to steal the top-secret military blueprints from the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill!"

He jumped until he was covered in sweat, and his movements became increasingly unrestrained.

"That female educated youth, Bai Jie, is actually Lucy, an agent of the Japanese Special Higher Police!"

"That idiot Li Lixin sold the patrol map I gave him for $100,000 and a ship ticket!"

Paul danced the samba with great enthusiasm while tearfully recounting all the spy plans, contact lists, and even coded messages.

Like beans being poured from a bamboo tube, everything was spilled out.

This contrast is striking.

A blond, blue-eyed, tough foreign special agent.

In the imposing interrogation room of the Public Security Bureau.

While swaying her sexy hips and dancing the samba, she cried out and confessed to the crime of treason and betrayal.

This scene is simply a once-in-a-century comedic masterpiece!

After a brief period of deathly silence.

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

Zhou Jianguo finally couldn't hold back and burst into a deafening burst of wild laughter.

He laughed so hard he almost fell over, and tears streamed down his face.

The two recorders next to him were laughing so hard they were pounding the table, and they could barely hold their pens.

"My goodness, that foreigner's dancing is pretty energetic!"

"This punishment is absolutely outrageous! It's even more excruciating than the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty!"

Paul listened to the laughter around him.

Looking at his own body, which was completely out of control and still twisting wildly.

Shame, indignation, humiliation, and despair overwhelmed him in an instant.

He, a top-notch Western intelligence agent, has today acted in such a clown-like, ridiculous, and absurd manner.

They have become a laughing stock worldwide!

"Kill me...please, just kill me!"

Paul danced while wailing in despair.

But his mouth was still continuously spewing out all sorts of top-secret information.

"I've told you all the shameful things about me wetting the bed when I was five! Please, please let me stop!"

This extremely hilarious "Samba interrogation" lasted for a full half hour.

The effects of the medicine only gradually wore off after Paul had emptied his stomach completely.

He collapsed onto the floor of the interrogation room like a lump of mud, his whole body soaked in sweat, his eyes lifeless, completely broken.

Zhou Jianguo wiped away the tears that had come out of his laughter, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his excited emotions.

He looked at the pile of mud on the ground, then at Zhang Huaimin, who stood to the side with an innocent look on his face.

His eyes were filled with undisguised fervor and exhilaration.

"Huaimin, your methods have truly broadened Grandpa Zhou's horizons!"

Zhou Jianguo slapped his thigh and made a bold decision.

"This foreign devil dares to run wild on our turf."

"Since he likes dancing so much..."

Zhou Jianguo's eyes sharpened as he pointed at Paul on the ground.

"Then let him have his way!"

"Guards! Immediately drag him into the prison van and take him to Nanluoguxiang Street!"

"Let all the people of Beijing see the ugly behavior of these Western spies!"