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Chapter 711 Batman-Style Interrogation
"Beep beep beep!"
The urgent car horn startled Nibi from his deep sleep. The first thing he felt upon waking was the biting cold wind whipping across his face, followed by waves of pain radiating from his forehead.
The feeling was akin to a hangover, making his head spin. It wasn't until he shook his head that he realized it truly *was* spinning.
Because he was currently hanging upside down from a high-rise several hundred feet above the ground. Below his head was a road teeming with traffic. It was night, and the neon lights representing the city were lighting up one by one. Combined with the occasional car horn and screech of brakes, a chill ran down his spine.
Nibi relied on his core strength to try and lift his body. His feet were bound together by a rope, the other end of which was tied to a gargoyle stone statue.
At this moment, he was like a pitiful soul fallen into Hell, hung above a boiling oil pot by a hellish ghost, just waiting for the demon king to give the order to cut the rope and drop him into the pot.
'I've been captured.'
This was Nibi's first thought. Immediately after, Nibi wanted to activate the self-destruct magic on his body, but he found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't mobilize the self-destruct magic within him.
Suddenly, a gale swept past, forcing Nibi to close his eyes. When he opened them again, he saw a burly figure squatting on the gargoyle stone statue that was suspending him.
Yang Le, having deliberately chosen this timing for his entrance, reached out and grabbed the rope holding Nibi, pulling him closer. He lowered his voice and said to Nibi,
"Now, tell me everything you know!"
"Who are you? Why can't my self-destruct magic activate?"
Nibi naturally wouldn't answer Yang Le's question. In fact, he was full of questions himself, so he tried to answer a question with a question. But clearly, this wasn't the answer Yang Le wanted to hear.
"Mistake."
Yang Le's words were still echoing when his fist had already made a round trip on Nibi's face. This punch deformed Nibi's once handsome face. His right cheek bulged, and several teeth, mixed with blood, fell from his mouth.
"Pu hahahaha!"
Nibi laughed maniacally. This flesh pain couldn't scare him at all. The first step to becoming a spy was to undergo all kinds of training, including interrogation training.
The pain of punches and kicks couldn't make him open his mouth; at most, it would make him laugh heartily. Nibi had even prepared for the worst, thinking his opponent would use magic to torture him, but he didn't expect it to be such a crude method.
Nibi's laughter made Yang Le reveal a standard, Batman-esque disapproving gaze. But thinking about it, this kind of means for dealing with thugs certainly wouldn't frighten a professional spy.
"I will make you talk."
Yang Le said this while loosening his hand. The rope hanging Nibi seemed to be connected to his heart, and the moment Yang Le let go, it began to lengthen.
The continuously extending rope gave the Dark Elf a taste of bungee jumping, and this kind of bungee jump without prior notification could bring extreme fear to animals who couldn't fly.
Watching the ground magnify in his eyes, Nibi involuntarily began to scream. It wasn't because he was cowardly; this fear originated from a creature's instinct. As long as it was a creature that couldn't fly, none would not be afraid of this.
When he was about ten meters from the ground, a powerful pull came from his ankles, pulling Nibi, who was about to make intimate contact with the ground, back up, until he was once again pulled in front of Yang Le.
"Now, tell me everything you know."
"Wishful thinking!"
Yang Le's two interrogation methods, imitating Batman, didn't have any effect. The other party probably grasped Yang Le's psychology of wanting to know intelligence, thinking he wouldn't be killed, so he wasn't afraid of Yang Le's interrogation means.
It seemed he hadn't learned the essence of Batman's interrogation. Yang Le sighed. He gave up. Batman's means didn't seem very suitable for him. He now needed to use some Yang Le-style means.
"I gave you an opportunity."
Yang Le said this, and the helmet on his head began to transform. In an instant, it turned into a barred helmet locked with a lock. From the cracks in the bars, one could see a pair of eyes emitting a faint white light staring straight into Nibi's eyes.
"Gulp!"
Nibi swallowed his saliva. The originally calm and collected him suddenly felt a trace of fear in his heart for some reason. It was clearly just a pair of eyes emitting white light, but why did it make him feel fear?
"Click! Creak~"
In Nibi's terrified gaze, the lock on the bars was unlocked. In the sound of an old wooden door opening, the barred door slowly unfolded.
"No! No! No!" Nibi widened his eyes, his eyes as big as chicken eggs were filled with blood, as if blood would burst out of them in the next second.
"I'll tell you everything! I'll tell you everything you want to know!"
Before the most primitive, most top-level fear could be released, Nibi's psychological defense line had already collapsed. Unidentified liquid flowed out from his crotch, and under the influence of gravity, it flowed through his upper body and finally dripped onto his face.
The disgusting scene before him made Yang Le's brow furrow. Afraid of scaring the spy to death, he closed the mask and then changed his face back from **Toby's** face.
This was a face that could even scare away OBA. The most primitive, purest fear could defeat all intelligent life. Even Yang Le himself didn't dare to look in the mirror when transformed into **Toby**. He knew he absolutely couldn't bear it.
In fact, Yang Le could have used mind control methods to directly obtain the answer. After all, **Blood Ghost** had this ability, but he was currently playing Batman. If possible, he really didn't want to use that method.
But unfortunately, his interrogation technology was not up to par, so he still chose to cheat. However, Batman also used fear to overwhelm his enemies, and he used **Toby's** face also using fear, so it should only count as half a loss for him.
Anyway, it was just him here, so if he said it was half a loss, then it was half a loss.
What followed was much simpler. Nibi, whose psychological defense line had collapsed, could be said to answer whatever was asked. Glory to Malekith and the Nation, and the Dark Elves were all thrown to who knows where.
But just as Yang Le thought, this Dark Elf in front of him didn't know anything useful either. However, Yang Le wasn't without any goods. After some interrogation, he obtained more news about the Dark Elves spies.
The known spies had increased from five to eight, and one of them was the highest leader responsible for all spies in Midgard.
In this way, Yang Le had his next goal. At the same time, he couldn't help but sigh. If he followed the ordinary person's method to find clues, it would indeed be much slower. People like him who were used to cheating were ultimately a little unaccustomed to it.
(End of chapter)
"Beep beep beep!"
The urgent car horn startled Nibi from his deep sleep. The first thing he felt upon waking was the biting cold wind whipping across his face, followed by waves of pain radiating from his forehead.
The feeling was akin to a hangover, making his head spin. It wasn't until he shook his head that he realized it truly *was* spinning.
Because he was currently hanging upside down from a high-rise several hundred feet above the ground. Below his head was a road teeming with traffic. It was night, and the neon lights representing the city were lighting up one by one. Combined with the occasional car horn and screech of brakes, a chill ran down his spine.
Nibi relied on his core strength to try and lift his body. His feet were bound together by a rope, the other end of which was tied to a gargoyle stone statue.
At this moment, he was like a pitiful soul fallen into Hell, hung above a boiling oil pot by a hellish ghost, just waiting for the demon king to give the order to cut the rope and drop him into the pot.
'I've been captured.'
This was Nibi's first thought. Immediately after, Nibi wanted to activate the self-destruct magic on his body, but he found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't mobilize the self-destruct magic within him.
Suddenly, a gale swept past, forcing Nibi to close his eyes. When he opened them again, he saw a burly figure squatting on the gargoyle stone statue that was suspending him.
Yang Le, having deliberately chosen this timing for his entrance, reached out and grabbed the rope holding Nibi, pulling him closer. He lowered his voice and said to Nibi,
"Now, tell me everything you know!"
"Who are you? Why can't my self-destruct magic activate?"
Nibi naturally wouldn't answer Yang Le's question. In fact, he was full of questions himself, so he tried to answer a question with a question. But clearly, this wasn't the answer Yang Le wanted to hear.
"Mistake."
Yang Le's words were still echoing when his fist had already made a round trip on Nibi's face. This punch deformed Nibi's once handsome face. His right cheek bulged, and several teeth, mixed with blood, fell from his mouth.
"Pu hahahaha!"
Nibi laughed maniacally. This flesh pain couldn't scare him at all. The first step to becoming a spy was to undergo all kinds of training, including interrogation training.
The pain of punches and kicks couldn't make him open his mouth; at most, it would make him laugh heartily. Nibi had even prepared for the worst, thinking his opponent would use magic to torture him, but he didn't expect it to be such a crude method.
Nibi's laughter made Yang Le reveal a standard, Batman-esque disapproving gaze. But thinking about it, this kind of means for dealing with thugs certainly wouldn't frighten a professional spy.
"I will make you talk."
Yang Le said this while loosening his hand. The rope hanging Nibi seemed to be connected to his heart, and the moment Yang Le let go, it began to lengthen.
The continuously extending rope gave the Dark Elf a taste of bungee jumping, and this kind of bungee jump without prior notification could bring extreme fear to animals who couldn't fly.
Watching the ground magnify in his eyes, Nibi involuntarily began to scream. It wasn't because he was cowardly; this fear originated from a creature's instinct. As long as it was a creature that couldn't fly, none would not be afraid of this.
When he was about ten meters from the ground, a powerful pull came from his ankles, pulling Nibi, who was about to make intimate contact with the ground, back up, until he was once again pulled in front of Yang Le.
"Now, tell me everything you know."
"Wishful thinking!"
Yang Le's two interrogation methods, imitating Batman, didn't have any effect. The other party probably grasped Yang Le's psychology of wanting to know intelligence, thinking he wouldn't be killed, so he wasn't afraid of Yang Le's interrogation means.
It seemed he hadn't learned the essence of Batman's interrogation. Yang Le sighed. He gave up. Batman's means didn't seem very suitable for him. He now needed to use some Yang Le-style means.
"I gave you an opportunity."
Yang Le said this, and the helmet on his head began to transform. In an instant, it turned into a barred helmet locked with a lock. From the cracks in the bars, one could see a pair of eyes emitting a faint white light staring straight into Nibi's eyes.
"Gulp!"
Nibi swallowed his saliva. The originally calm and collected him suddenly felt a trace of fear in his heart for some reason. It was clearly just a pair of eyes emitting white light, but why did it make him feel fear?
"Click! Creak~"
In Nibi's terrified gaze, the lock on the bars was unlocked. In the sound of an old wooden door opening, the barred door slowly unfolded.
"No! No! No!" Nibi widened his eyes, his eyes as big as chicken eggs were filled with blood, as if blood would burst out of them in the next second.
"I'll tell you everything! I'll tell you everything you want to know!"
Before the most primitive, most top-level fear could be released, Nibi's psychological defense line had already collapsed. Unidentified liquid flowed out from his crotch, and under the influence of gravity, it flowed through his upper body and finally dripped onto his face.
The disgusting scene before him made Yang Le's brow furrow. Afraid of scaring the spy to death, he closed the mask and then changed his face back from **Toby's** face.
This was a face that could even scare away OBA. The most primitive, purest fear could defeat all intelligent life. Even Yang Le himself didn't dare to look in the mirror when transformed into **Toby**. He knew he absolutely couldn't bear it.
In fact, Yang Le could have used mind control methods to directly obtain the answer. After all, **Blood Ghost** had this ability, but he was currently playing Batman. If possible, he really didn't want to use that method.
But unfortunately, his interrogation technology was not up to par, so he still chose to cheat. However, Batman also used fear to overwhelm his enemies, and he used **Toby's** face also using fear, so it should only count as half a loss for him.
Anyway, it was just him here, so if he said it was half a loss, then it was half a loss.
What followed was much simpler. Nibi, whose psychological defense line had collapsed, could be said to answer whatever was asked. Glory to Malekith and the Nation, and the Dark Elves were all thrown to who knows where.
But just as Yang Le thought, this Dark Elf in front of him didn't know anything useful either. However, Yang Le wasn't without any goods. After some interrogation, he obtained more news about the Dark Elves spies.
The known spies had increased from five to eight, and one of them was the highest leader responsible for all spies in Midgard.
In this way, Yang Le had his next goal. At the same time, he couldn't help but sigh. If he followed the ordinary person's method to find clues, it would indeed be much slower. People like him who were used to cheating were ultimately a little unaccustomed to it.
(End of chapter)
