Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 123 The Little Craftsmanship of the First Legion (New Year's update)
At an altitude of [-] meters, the Thunderhawk gunboat remained suspended.

The temperature difference in the middle layer varies greatly, the air convection is strong, and the vertical mixing is obvious.

If it is an ordinary plane, it will inevitably bump up and down, but with the weight of the Thunder Gunboat and the stabilizer, it is no different from parking on flat ground.

Asuya Akechi and other members of the Kanto branch were tied to the ground like year pigs waiting to be slaughtered.

"What is your relationship with the demons?"

Lu Mingfei looked down at them and asked.

"Pooh!"

The response from the Kanto branch was a mouthful of old phlegm.

Lu Mingfei grabbed a member of the Kanto branch and asked him to accept all his faces.

"The bones are pretty hard."

The head of the regiment was humiliated, so the chief servant naturally couldn't just sit back and watch.

Fingel stepped on the face of the spitting man, directly breaking the bridge of his nose.

Blood flowed to the ground, but the man remained silent, with flames of anger and hatred burning in his eyes.

"Spine, I like it."

Finger was about to step up his efforts, but Lu Mingfei stopped him.

The efficiency of this interrogation is too slow, and there is no need for other members of the Chapter to do this kind of thing.

They are too naive to fully grasp the idea that interrogation is just a means.

He didn't want his Chapter members to become lovers of torture, even if that would help in gaining intelligence.

Before they are mature, he should do this kind of dirty work himself.

Lu Mingfei glanced at the captives, their expressions were different, and he had to find the most suitable one among them.

Soon, he found it.

Lu Mingfei stretched out his hand, and lifted Naoki Kinoshita from the ground, that is, the ghost undercover that Yuan Zhinv recognized at the beginning.

He was terrified and wanted to shout, but Lu Mingfei stuffed a whole grenade in.

He carried Kinoshita Naoki into the rear cabin, and the alloy partition separated the front and rear cabins again.

"Junior brother Lu is planning to interrogate himself?"

Fingal said.

"should be."

Chu Zihang began to think about whether to buy some books on interrogation to learn, how could the head of the group do this kind of thing himself.

"The leader is so domineering."

Sakai Akina imitated Lu Mingfei's actions just now, especially the action of putting a grenade in his mouth.

They were all thinking about a question, what kind of interrogation methods would a person like Lu Mingfei use?

Tiger stool, chili water, steel wool or mercury?
In fact, Lu Mingfei did nothing.

He put Kinoshita Naoki on the disposal table, and entered into a state of meditation on his own.

It's been too long since he's done interrogation, and the ones he remembers are too generic to apply to half-breeds.

There is almost no end to the long memory corridor, and the fulfilling life of thousands of years has given his life a width that ordinary people can't imagine.

But this also caused a lot of trouble for Lu Mingfei. It was very difficult to find some memories that he didn't think were important or didn't want to remember.

After he walked in the corridor of memory for an unknown amount of time, a book aroused his memory.

"Have I read the book yet?"

Lu Mingfei fell into thought, and then remembered.

Once, an informant of the battle group bought half a pair of power armor of the First Legion during the Great Crusade on the black market, so he photographed it and sent it back to the regiment.

Considering honor and increased friendship, he took the initiative to contact the Dark Angels Chapter and return the Power Armor.

The effect was pretty good. The Dark Angel sent someone to send three complete sets of power armor and some small gifts, and this book was one of the small gifts.

"My Not-Great Interrogation Techniques Summary" by Asmodai.

Lu Mingfei recalled the name with a complex expression. As an elder, someone would always introduce some rookies among interstellar fighters to him.

Some are very good, some are very religious, and some are very famous.

Asmodai was such a well-known young man, known for his enthusiasm for interrogation and his actions without regard to consequences.

He is said to have dispatched a unit of Dark Angels fighting the enemy to investigate rumors of "a suspicious warrior".

It turned out that the target of his investigation was actually an Inquisitor of the Xenomorphs, and the unilateral withdrawal of the Dark Angels caused great losses to the friendly Chapter.

When that Chapter learned the truth from the Xenos Inquisitors, its Chapter Master asked Azrael, Chapter Master of the Dark Angels Chapter, to come and explain himself.

For this reason, Azrael had to put Asmodeus in a dungeon, and then ran all the way to apologize to his allies.

When Azrael came back and asked him if he was sorry for what he had done, Asmodai replied yes.

"I'm really sorry, that judge should be killed quickly."

How should I put it, if Asmodai was in the Crimson Star battle group, Lu Mingfei would either correct his mind with a power fist, or send him out on a secret mission and not return until the emperor stood up.

Among the dark angels who are mentally ill everywhere, Asmodai belongs to the terminally ill. God knows why the dark angel gave him a book as a gift.

Lu Mingfei didn't even know why he finished watching it at that time, maybe it was due to some kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

But now it comes in handy.

Lu Mingfei opened the title page, on which was the preface written by Asmodai himself.

"While I must be the most incompetent and stupidest interrogation priest in the history of the Chapter, I still have the deepest and strongest passion for bringing traitors to confession."

"I dedicate this book to the fighting brothers who are interested in the great work of interrogation. I hope you can be inspired by my mistakes."

Compared with the short and modest preface, the main body is much more detailed and confident.

Each interrogation technique is paired with at least ten adaptation scenarios, and even comes with colorful illustrations hand-drawn by Asmodai.

Lu Mingfei picked some currently applicable skills and recorded them in the shallow layer of the memory corridor.

Exiting the meditative state, he looked at Naoki Kinoshita who was staring at him.

Out of disgust for interrogation, Lu Mingfei decided to give him a chance.

"There is an old saying on Terra, which is called the one who knows the current affairs. I think the various instruments of torture in the Thunderhawk gunboat will definitely knock your mouth open. I hope you can cooperate well with the battle group, and I will give you a crisp death."

Naoki Kinoshita did not speak, but Lu Mingfei saw stubbornness and unrepentance in his eyes.

"very good."

Then let this traitor to humanity experience the small craft of the First Order.

Lu Mingfei took out a scalpel and separating forceps from the instrument compartment next to it.

Kinoshita Naoki widened his eyes and wanted to speak, but the space in his mouth was completely blocked by the grenade.

He had no choice but to struggle desperately, but his actions looked more like provocation.

As the first piece of skin was peeled off from his toe, a suppressed and desperate voice came out of Kinoshita Naoki's nasal cavity.

Because of the blockage by the alloy door, the people in the front cabin could only hear a vague scream.

But the more this is the case, the more a great terror grows in the hearts of the members of the Kanto branch.

As time passed, the screams gradually disappeared.

The thick alloy door was opened, and Lu Mingfei walked out cleanly. Apart from some suspected blood stains in the rear cabin, there was no trace of execution.

No Kinoshita Naoki either.

"Any results?"

Chu Zihang asked.

"No, these traitors have a strict mouth."

Lu Mingfei said regretfully.

Looking at Chu Zihang's heavy expression, he said gently.

"It's okay, I haven't interrogated for a long time, and the technique is a bit rusty. I have just regained a little feeling, and I should be proficient in interrogating a few more."

After finishing speaking, Lu Mingfei grabbed another member of the Kanto branch amidst the faces of the crowd looking at the devil, and returned to the back cabin.

The metal plate is closed again, and this thin 50 mm partition separates the hell and the world.

　The author rushed out at four o'clock in the morning yesterday, wishing the loyal citizens of the empire a happy new year, get rich soon, retire early, and never recover.

　　Asking for a monthly ticket, asking for a reward (lower voice) (shocking sound!!!)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)