Darkness is Coming

   Tossing coins to create chaos is a common method in British and American film and television dramas. It may have an effective interference and obstruction effect on ordinary pursuers, but the special agents in the control center are not ordinary pursuers.

In less than three minutes, the second group and the three surrounding groups successfully captured the target. Ironically, due to the chaos created by the teenager, the surrounding people were busy robbing money, and almost no one noticed this arrest. Even the boy who struggled and shouted "Help, kidnapped, murdered" before being handcuffed and taken to the car did not attract anyone's attention.

   After shouting just a few times, the boy fell into a drowsy sleep under the effect of the medicine that Secret Service injected into his body.

   "Bring in the car and search the body immediately, clean it from the inside to the outside, and make sure that the target cannot communicate with the outside world." Qi Xinwu breathed a sigh of relief, nodding to Director Zhong and the others, casting a glance of approval.

   The little girl in the white coat shyly avoided Qi Xinwu's gaze and blushed inexplicably. The staff in the command center looked excited, but tried their best to restrain the urge to cheer. The mission is not over, the mutants have not been arrested, and now is not the time to celebrate.

   "Shall I personally interrogate the suspects later?" Director Zhong asked for instructions, "I used to major in psychology."

   Qi Xinwu pondered for a moment and agreed: "Okay, Director Zhong, then it's hard for you."

  The second group of special agents drove a black bulletproof car with a special license plate, rampaged all the way, and drove back to the control center at the fastest speed.

   Director Zhong changed his clothes, put on an in-ear Bluetooth headset, and sat in the interrogation room. The members of the medical team gave Yang Dong another dose of medicine to wake him up from his stupor.

   "Yang Dong."

   Director Zhong's voice was as cold as an arctic glacier, bitterly cold.

   The black-clothed boy Yang Dong just woke up from his coma, and was stunned for two seconds before he picked up the previous memory and figured out the current situation. Hearing the cold female voice, Yang Dong couldn't help but look up. He didn't see the frosty face he imagined, but saw a dazzling light.

  The high-power light hit Yang Dong's face, making him unable to see the face of Director Zhong who was sitting across from him. He could only see the blazing light, as if looking directly at the summer noon sun without goggles. The intense tingling sensation in his eyes made Yang Dong close his eyes and twist his head, tears streaming down his face.

   "Yang Dong, you are suspected of crimes against humanity, intentional homicide, and illegal trade in human organs. According to the latest sentencing standards, several crimes will be punished together, and the death penalty will start."

   Director Zhong did not go around in circles, nor did he try to evaluate Yang Dong's psychological state from simple questions to deepen his understanding, but chose to go straight to the topic.

   There is still one or even more mutants wandering in the capital of Huaxia. Time is running out, and Yang Dong's psychological defense must be broken as soon as possible, let him collapse, and let him explain the location of the mutants.

It takes an instant for a person's psychological defense line to collapse. Often, psychological collapse occurs when facing an emergency. Now this Yang Dong has experienced a thrilling chase and escaped, and he has just woken up from a coma. When the psychological preparation was the least adequate, the normal interrogation procedure at this time gave Yang Dong time to recover.

   Once Yang Dong has passed the initial panic stage, calmed down his inner emotions, and learned to procrastinate by himself, it will take a lot of effort to make a breakthrough in the interrogation work, and now there is no time for him to delay.

   As soon as he heard the words "death penalty start", Yang Dong shuddered, closed his eyes and shouted: "What are you talking about, what are you doing, why are you kidnapping me! My family is poor and I have no money for you!"

"Now I want to ask you a few questions. I hope you can cooperate with me. If your answer is helpful to our investigation, we can consider applying to the procuratorate and the court to reduce your sentence." Director Zhong completely ignored Yang Dong's comments. Shout out, keep talking to yourself.

Yang Dong also understands at this moment that his transaction with Liu Jinya can't be concealed from anyone who cares. Since he has been found out, no matter how stupid he is, it will not help. He thinks of the sentence Liu Jinya once said, "The change control center does not help. Pay attention to evidence." Yang Dong's face was ashen, and he changed his mind: "I want to contact my lawyer. I am a citizen of the People's Republic of China. You have no right to treat me like this. Before my lawyer arrives, I have the right to remain silent. I refuse to answer any of your questions."

Director Zhong still had a serious face, and the people outside the interrogation room couldn't help laughing out loud. This Yang Dong is really interesting, I'm afraid he has watched too many British and American movies and TV series, and even copied his escape techniques and lines to avoid interrogation. Isn't this funny.

   As soon as Yang Dong finished speaking, a strong man in a white coat walked out of the corner of the interrogation room, inserted an electric needle into Yang Dong's forehead temple, and pressed a button on the electric chair.

The current pulse rushed into Yang Dong's scalp. Others couldn't hear the sound, but Yang Dong could hear the buzzing sound resounding in his brain. The severe pain made his eyes black. He wanted to struggle and scream, but he couldn't move. The special belt for interrogation tied him firmly to the electric chair, only his hands could move, and the muscles of the tiger's mouth were beating frantically, and his fingers began to twist strangely.

   There was a deep whimper from the depths of Yang Dong's throat, like a puppy that was badly injured by being beaten with a stick, and was dying on the ground, whimpering before dying.

   This kind of sound cannot be disguised. Such a level of electric shock will cause the victim to experience unbearable pain and a strong sense of near-death. This is a terrifying punishment that truly allows people to experience death.

   Half a minute later, the electric shock was over, and Yang Dong's mouth and nose ooze out with sticky blood, saliva, and snot dripping onto his black windbreaker, making him look like a dementia patient.

   "The first question." Director Zhong lowered his eyes, suppressed the unbearableness and sympathy in his heart, and began to ask questions.

   "Director Zhong." Qi Xinwu's voice came from the earphones, "Let's start with a simple question, ask him why he used the pseudonym Yang Xiaoqian."

   "The first question, why do you call yourself Yang Xiaoqian?" Director Zhong sorted out the complicated emotions in his heart, his eyes turned cold again, and he stared at Yang Dong's stiff face.

   "Drink-drink--"

   Yang Dong didn't answer, he just breathed with all his strength, which was stronger than when he went to the construction site to move bricks in order to earn enough tuition. His face was whiter than snow, his eyes were bulging, his lips were purple, as if an invisible noose was tightening around his neck gradually, choking him. This is a sequelae of over-shocking.

  The strong man in the white coat stepped forward again and connected the electric shock needle, but this time Director Zhong raised his hand to stop him.

   "Yang Dong, answer my question."

   Yang Dong trembled in fear, shaking his head desperately, trying to shake off the electric shock needle stuck on his head.

"Answer question!"

   "Dawn is coming." Yang Dong murmured while crying, "Dawn is coming, dawn is coming!"