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Chapter 1821 Black Prison? Hell! (First update, please subscribe)
Black prison?

Are there secret prisons in this world?
The answer is yes.

Almost all countries have their own secret prisons, which may be located in places unknown to people.

sEA is no exception.

Like all secret prisons, the reason why the secret prison is secret is not because of how hidden it is.

Rather, this prison is unknown to the outside world, and because of this, there is no law in this prison.

Because in a sense, the secret of secret prisons lies in the fact that they do not require any legal considerations.

Once a person is sent to a secret prison, it means that this person will completely disappear from this world.

So in a way, the secret prison is a black hole.

SEA's secret prison is located in the Middle East, in the desert of Musandam Province.

In the vast sea of ​​sand, there is only this one building. It doesn't look like anything special. The sand-yellow building almost blends in with the desert.

The temperature in the desert is rising every moment, and the floating and rippling hot air is like an uneven curved mirror, changing the whole world.

At the end of the sky in the distance, the blue clouds are still vaguely discernible. For the soldiers on duty here, this is the only scenery they can see, and occasionally a helicopter flies over the unchanging desert blue sky.

Now another helicopter flew over. After the helicopter landed, the guards on the tower looked towards the helicopter and found that the people who came were not wearing prison uniforms, but casual clothes.

They should be the staff here. They have been frequently entering and leaving this secret prison recently.

Pushing open the iron door of the interrogation room, Zhang Dekun looked at the man tied to the chair.

The man lowered his head, his messy black hair covering his face, his wrists and ankles were fixed to a metal chair with specially made alloy leather shackles, and the chair was welded to the floor, not moving at all.

"Record, interrogation number X-1742, time 03:15 am, interrogator Zhang Dekun,"

Zhang Dekun spoke to the camera in the corner in a calm voice, "In this secret prison, all prisoners are "x".

From the day they entered this secret prison, they disappeared from this world.

Zhang Dekun threw the folder onto the metal table, and the loud noise echoed in the closed interrogation room.

The man on the chair trembled slightly, but soon regained his deliberate calm. Zhang Dekun noticed that his breathing rhythm had changed - about 15 percent faster.

This is the beginning of fear.

"Kenichi Ooyama."

Zhang Dekun paced slowly around the metal chair, his leather shoes making regular tapping sounds on the floor.

“Or rather, the Corporate Butcher. Do you know why we call you that?”

Slowly raising his head, Kenichi Oyama looked at Zhang Dekun with an extremely calm gaze.

“Because you like to give your prey cute nicknames?

"Kenichi Ooyama's voice was hoarse but surprisingly clear, his Mandarin spoken with a thick Japanese accent.

Zhang Dekun smiled, not a happy smile, but the kind of condescending tolerance that a professional shows to an amateur.

"Because when you were in Japan, you set fire to factories many times and caused three explosions, resulting in 137 casualties..."

Stopping in front of Kenichi Oyama, Zhang Dekun leaned down, their faces less than 20 centimeters apart.

“So they call you a corporate butcher because you believe that those companies are the shackles that capitalists use to enslave the masses, and as long as the companies are destroyed, the masses will be liberated.

But in these attacks of yours, all the injured and dead are ordinary workers.”

"Those people are the price paid for human progress."

Kenichi Oyama said,

"And they are also accomplices!"

The corners of his mouth twisted into a sneer.
"They are accomplices of the occupiers and cogs in the colonizers' industrial machine. They are willing to sell their labor in those factories and serve the occupiers, so it is only natural that they pay the price.

And I am doing everything for the freedom of Japan, and also for breaking the slavery of imperialism and liberating all Japanese people. "

Zhang Dekun stood up and walked towards the tool table by the wall. With his back to Kenichi Oyama, he stroked the rows of instruments with his fingers. As an interrogator, he was very familiar with these equipment.

After all, he is a professional.

"I don't care about your political statements, Dashan. There's no point in you telling me that."

He picked up a metal instrument, and when he turned around he saw Kenichi Ooyama's eyes immediately locked on his hand - good, his attention had been controlled.

"I only care about one thing,"

Zhang Dekun gently placed the instrument on the table. The sound of metal collision was particularly harsh in the silent room, and Dashan also moved his eyes because of his choice.

That's exactly why he makes these moves.

"Your so-called organization and comrades-my mission is to obtain this information,"

Kenichi Oyama suddenly burst into laughter:

"And then what? You're going to kill them? Capture them? Create more people like me?"

He leaned forward suddenly, the shackles rattling,

"I was twelve years old when my country was flattened by your bombers. I watched my neighbors, their entire families, burnt to ashes by incendiary bombs - my mother did her best to protect her children, but even so she could not save their lives.

Well, you say we started that war and we've suffered all the disasters, yes.

That’s right, it was the Japanese warlords who started that war. They drove our fathers, our brothers, and our elders to fight and sacrifice.

We had to pay a price, but after the war, you plundered the entire Japan, not only moving our factories, but also plundering many technicians to your place.

After the war, the vast majority of Japanese people were unemployed and had no income, and they could only starve to death in the cold winter.

Is this what you call justice? When have you ever had a shred of sympathy for us? In your eyes, all of this is retribution for what we have suffered!

Why should we suffer this? The war has been over for 25 years.”

Zhang Dekun's expression didn't change at all. He had seen too many performances like this - anger, pain, self-justified roars. All terrorists would eventually return to the same script: they were victims, and their violence was legitimate resistance.

"Next,"

Zhang Dekun seemed not to have heard what Oyama Kenichi said, and continued in a calm tone,
"I will use every possible means to obtain a confession. And our interrogation is upgraded."

He picked up two alligator clips, black rubber wrapped around metal teeth.
"I'm just the first step. If I can't get a confession here, I'll change the interrogator. He will use more drastic measures." Dashan acted very calmly.

"These interrogation methods are scientific,"

Zhang Dekun slowly approached,
"It will only bring great pain to your body. If that doesn't work, it will continue to escalate until we get the information we want."

He stopped one step away from Oyama Kenichi.

"Every time you level up, you'll lose a little more. Maybe a few teeth, a few nails, a few fingers or an organ. But you will live. We will make sure you live until you speak."

The interrogation room suddenly became eerily quiet.

"electricity,"

Zhang Dekun held up the two alligator clips and said:

“It is the greatest invention of mankind.”

He walked toward the overhead light and said:
“Electricity not only brings light to mankind and dispels darkness, but also drives machines.”

While telling all this, he seemed to have transformed himself into a teacher, introducing the uses of electricity to his students.

"Besides that, it also makes our interrogation much simpler."

Kenichi Ooyama's muscles tensed, he knew what was going to happen next.

The other side would use electricity to force him to confess.

“You know what’s the funniest thing?”

Zhang Dekun said as he connected the alligator clip to the wire.
"The human body itself is a circuit. Nerve signals, muscle contractions, heartbeats... they are all electrical impulses."

He walked towards Kenichi Oyama and said:
"And we just need to... disrupt the system a little bit."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Dekun quickly clamped two clips on the inside of Kenichi Oyama's left and right wrists - where the skin is thinnest and the nerves are most dense.

Then, a leather rod was stuffed into his mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue, and a restraint was tied around his head.

Then he turned on the power.

"what……"

Kenichi Oyama's body suddenly bounced up, and was pulled back into the chair by the shackles. A muffled groan squeezed out from his tightly closed lips.

Zhang Dekun's finger hovered over the current control knob.

"It's 20 volts, just enough so you can feel it."

He slowly turned the knob of the controller and said:

"Now let's see how much you can bear. People in our profession never believe in human will, because we know that will will always succumb to the flesh in the end."

When the current rose to 100 volts, Oyama Kenichi's back arched like a fully drawn bow, and sweat instantly soaked his gray prison uniform. His teeth bit on the leather rod and made a clattering sound, but apart from the initial muffled groan, no other sound came out.

"impressive,"

Zhang Dekun commented, his eyes fixed on Ooyama Kenichi's distorted face.
“But everyone has their limits.”

He increased the current to 150 volts.

Oyama Kenichi's scream finally broke through his throat and echoed between the steel walls of the interrogation room. His muscles were twitching, his fingers were curled like eagle claws, and his eyeballs were turned up, revealing a large area of ​​white.

Zhang Dekun maintained the current for ten seconds—a precise timer—and then turned it off.

Kenichi Ooyama slumped in his chair, gasping for breath like a fish washed up on shore, sweat dripping down his chin, forming a small puddle on the ground.

"A name,"

Zhang Dekun said,

"Just one name and it's all over. You can go back to your cell, drink some water, and get some sleep."

Oyama Kenichi raised his head. Although his expression was painful, the stubbornness in his eyes did not diminish at all. He opened his bleeding lips and revealed a hideous smile:

"Raise this blood-stained flag to the sky, make a solemn oath, and let the cowards who are afraid of death go ahead..."

Zhang Dekun adjusted the position of the electrodes. This time, one was clamped on Kenichi Oyama's right wrist, and the other was clamped under his left clavicle.

"200 volts... for fifteen seconds."

This time, Oyama Kenichi's screams almost broke Zhang Dekun's eardrums. His body twitched violently, and the chair scraped against the floor with a harsh sound. The smell of urine filled the air. When Zhang Dekun turned off the current, Oyama Kenichi's head dropped to his chest, and saliva flowed uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth.

Zhang Dekun waited for thirty seconds, allowing the pain to fully subside.

"Tell me a name,"

He said softly,

"Just one, and it will all end."

Kenichi Ooyama raised his head with difficulty. The stubbornness in his eyes had disappeared and became distracted.

For a moment, Zhang Dekun thought he was going to give in - he had seen that look countless times, it was the last struggle before willpower collapsed.

But Kenichi Oyama just spat out a mouthful of blood, which landed on Zhang Dekun's shoes.

"My country... has 3500 million names, who are suffering from hunger, poverty, and everything that your family has..."

He gasped and said,
"Your so-called good life contains the lives and blood of Japanese people! Do you want to know their names?"

Zhang Dekun's expression remained calm as he walked towards the power control box.

"20 seconds!"

When the current was connected, Kenichi Oyama's body seemed to be grabbed by invisible hands and thrown down. His screams turned into inhuman shrieks, and his eyeballs bulged as if they were about to jump out of their sockets. The interrogation room was filled with the smell of burning flesh and desperate wails.

Twenty seconds later, Oyama Kenichi fell into a coma. Zhang Dekun turned off the power and checked his pulse - still strong. He pressed the communicator on the wall:
"Medical check required. Subject X-1742 is temporarily unconscious. Prepare Phase interrogation equipment."

He walked back to his desk and wrote down the following in his folder:
"Subject demonstrates unusually high pain tolerance, and conventional electrocution has limited effectiveness. Recommending escalation to waterboarding combined with sensory deprivation."

Zhang Dekun put down his pen and looked at the unconscious Oyama Kenichi. This terrorist's tenacity is indeed rare, but everyone will collapse at some point. It's just a matter of time and technical choice.

He didn't care at all about what Kenichi Ooyama said.

Because that's his job, the price he has to pay for protecting the innocent. As his superiors always say: Sometimes terrible things must be done to a few people for the safety of the majority.

Zhang Dekun straightened his clothes and waited for the medical team to arrive. Under the light, Oyama Kenichi sat there like a dying fish.
Why bother? You'll confess in the end anyway...because in hell it's your only choice.
(End of this chapter)