Fatal Strike: Paladins Mercenary Road

Chapter 975 Drugging
Even Kobe's arrival and display of the Department of Homeland Security sign did not deter the police from temporarily detaining Mountain Eagle...

Kobe, who should have been tougher, agreed to the group's demands after being prompted by the Mountain Eagles.

He arranged for his assistant Dannon to accompany Mountain Eagle to the detention site to prevent the group from causing any trouble. Then Kobe himself took Ryan Donovan, who could die at any moment, away by helicopter.

Faced with this situation, the state troopers were unable to use many of their methods. They could only send Mountain Eagle and his men to the state troopers' headquarters in Laredo and clear out the interrogation area, making room for Mountain Eagle and the six 'cleaners' one by one.

The room used to detain the mountain eagle was reasonably well-equipped, with a table, four chairs, a water dispenser in the corner, a surveillance camera above the water dispenser, and a window on the wall near the corridor. If the curtains were opened, one could see what was happening in the corridor.

The white state trooper escorted Mountain Eagle into the room, had two volunteer members of the 19th Airborne Special Forces stand guard at the door, and refused anyone entry to communicate with Mountain Eagle before hurriedly leaving.

Because Mountain Eagle was only assisting with the investigation, he was not handcuffed...

After the white state trooper left, Mountain Eagle walked around the temporary detention room and then simply lay down on the table and took a nap.

However, he hadn't slept for long when someone knocked on the door and brought him a pork chop that looked a bit greasy and a drink for lunch.

I don't know if it was intentional or accidental, but the food that was delivered was fine, but the outer packaging was leaking, and sticky liquid made a complete mess of the table.

As Mountain Eagle watched the police officer delivering the food frantically smear the sticky meat juices spilled on the table, completely abandoning his idea of ​​using the table as a bed, he smiled and shook his head...

He took out a plastic knife and fork from the American-style bento box, put a cup of coffee aside, and then opened the styrofoam lunchbox to look at the roasted pork ribs that smelled sweet.

The mountain eagle leaned closer and took a sniff; surprisingly, the smell was quite good!
White American food is often unpalatable, but migrant worker meals generally have decent calories and taste, at least for the staple foods...

The pork chop was served with pickles and a few things that looked like strawberries but tasted like carrots, along with a small dish of strange-tasting yogurt.

The officer delivering the food got up and left the room as Mountain Eagle picked up a plastic knife and fork and began cutting the pork ribs...

Mountain Eagle tried it out and found that the plastic knife and fork couldn't cut the roast meat at all. He glanced at the surveillance camera in the corner diagonally opposite, then smiled and magically pulled out a pair of nitrile gloves from his pants pocket, put them on, and then picked up a pork rib and started gnawing on it.

The sweet and greasy pork ribs were finished in three to five minutes. When Mountain Eagle wanted to have a sip of coffee, he found that there was no milk or sugar in the coffee.

Not only was there no milk or sugar, but after taking a sip, he discovered that the coffee tasted sour.

When he went to the water dispenser to get a glass of water to relieve the greasiness in his mouth, he discovered that the water dispenser did not come with a cup. Then, the air conditioning in the room suddenly broke down, and several flies and cockroaches inexplicably appeared...

These things happening individually or in one or two instances would be normal, but when they happened simultaneously, it made Mountain Eagle realize that the other side had sent professionals.

Interrogation is a highly specialized skill...

Compared to the brutal and painful interrogation methods of the Mountain Eagle, the primary goal of real interrogation is never to harm the other party's body, but to use various means to break down the psychological defenses of the interrogated person.

Making people irritable is one of the methods...

The other party seemed to have done nothing, but by using a little trick, they ruined the mountain eagle's 'comfort'.

The tabletop was covered in sticky grease and couldn't be left lying down anymore; the coffee had turned sour; the water dispenser was empty of cups; the air was stuffy; and there were annoying flies and cockroaches.

These things may not seem like much on their own, but when put together, they can make anyone in the room feel uncomfortable. Combined with a bit of fatigue tactics, they can make people extremely irritable.

To verify his hypothesis, Mountain Eagle walked to the door and knocked loudly. The door was quickly opened...

Faced with Mountain Eagle's angry complaint, the two soldiers in black stood by coldly, their automatic rifles always ready to fire, and they didn't seem to care at all that Mountain Eagle would notice their hostility...

Meanwhile, a middle-aged state trooper in a state trooper uniform, with a friendly face, always maintained a smile. When faced with Mountain Eagle's complaints and grievances, he would first wipe the sweat from his forehead, and then, in a friendly but formulaic manner, indicate that the problem would be resolved quickly.

Anyway, Mountain Eagle can curse all he wants, but leaving the room is definitely not an option. As for when the problem inside the room will be resolved, he didn't give a definite answer.

In short, just one word: delay!

They clearly intend to manipulate Mountain Eagle's mentality within a reasonable framework, making him irritable and angry!
Once the mountain eagles' emotions were disrupted, they had more room to resort to other methods.

After testing the waters for a moment, Mountain Eagle returned to his room. He didn't seem particularly agitated; instead, he simply took off his T-shirt and used it as a rag. He first killed a few flies and cockroaches, then took the water bottle from the water dispenser and took a sip...

Then, like a seasoned cleaner, I evenly sprinkled purified water onto the table and floor, and used my T-shirt to clean up all the trash and stains. After finishing, I didn't forget to pile all the dirt in the corner, cover it with my T-shirt to keep it out of sight, and finally, in the stuffy environment, I pushed the table to the door, using the tabletop to block the doorknob, then pushed four chairs together, and with a rather cramped posture, lay down on the chairs and began my afternoon nap.

Every ten minutes or so, someone from the other party would come and knock on the door. After finding that the door could not be opened, they would loudly announce the progress of the Mountain Eagle Complaint.

About three hours later, the others realized that simply knocking on the door was not enough to sway the mountain eagle's determination to sleep, so they changed their strategy...

First, they turned the air conditioning back on and set the temperature very low. Then they arranged for a cleaning worker to come in and clean the room. They even thoughtfully brought a clean T-shirt for Mountain Eagle to change into.

The cleaning lady was a young, brown-haired Mexican woman who waited patiently outside the door for more than ten minutes before being let in by the 'awakened' mountain eagle.

The brown-haired woman shivered as she pushed the tool cart through the door, startled by the cold air conditioning. She rubbed her arms together and gave Mountain Eagle an awkward smile…

"Sir, could you please stand up for a moment? I'll clean this up..."

As she cleaned, the brown-haired woman kept glancing at the mountain eagle's body...

The bare-chested mountain eagle shed its elite aura; its sculpted muscles acted like energy conductors, gathering all the hormones in its body and releasing them from the top of its head, as if it could be ignited by striking a match.

Mountain Eagle unfolded the T-shirt the woman had brought in, shook it, and then somewhat disapprovingly put it on—it was a size too small…

The slightly tight T-shirt perfectly showcased the eagle's strong, muscular upper body, but the brown-haired woman who was cleaning still sighed with a hint of regret.

Just as the brown-haired woman was cleaning, several men in black suits carrying documents passed by the window. Soon, one of the "cleaners" was led to a room next to the Mountain Eagle's.

Twenty-five minutes later, the same group of men in black suits returned. They escorted the first "cleaner" back to his room and then invited the other "cleaner" to the room next door.

After repeating the same action three times, Mountain Eagle suddenly laughed and said to the brown-haired woman, "What are you doing?"
The Prisoner's Dilemma?

"I'm not even a suspect. Isn't it incredibly stupid of you to use such methods against a witness?"

The brown-haired woman looked at the mountain eagle with a confused expression and said, "Sir, I don't know what you're talking about?"

As she spoke, the brown-haired woman casually took a bottle of cleaning agent from the tool cart and sprayed it onto the greasy floor...

Just as Mountain Eagle was about to make a sarcastic remark to the brown-haired woman, he smelled a strange odor coming from the collar of her T-shirt…

The moment the smell entered his nasal cavity, Mountain Eagle felt a slight heaviness in his head, followed by a rapid pounding of his heart. As his metabolism accelerated and a large amount of blood was pumped into his brain, the drowsy feeling quickly disappeared.

Realizing what had happened, Mountain Eagle sighed, abruptly ripped open the T-shirt he had just put on and threw it aside. Then, with a grim expression, he sat down in a chair, glanced at the tightly closed door, and turned to look at the brown-haired woman who was still bent over working...

"If I did something outrageous right now, would you yell 'rape' and have people outside rush in and beat me up?"

Seeing that Mountain Eagle was still sitting steadily in the chair, the brown-haired woman glanced at the surveillance camera in the corner, then walked up to Mountain Eagle curiously, waved her hand in front of his eyes, and asked curiously, "What's wrong with you?"
Why are you saying such strange things? Why would I frame you…

Mountain Eagle glanced at the red light on the monitor in the corner, which had gone out, and shook his head slightly, saying, "What were you using?"
I feel very dizzy and my body feels very stiff...

Scopolamine from Colombia?
This is the state police headquarters. I'm here to assist you with your investigation. Why are you doing this?
I'm an advisor to the Department of Homeland Security. Do you know the consequences of what you're doing?

The brown-haired woman looked at the conscious Mountain Eagle, then waved her hand in front of him again, saying, "The consequence is that because of the previous issues, you lost control of your emotions and tried to attack the cleaning staff in the state police office, which led to this accident..."

Upon hearing this, Mountain Eagle said incredulously, "Are state police this careless these days?"

Oh, you're not with the state police, and you can't be with the Department of Homeland Security or the FBI, so you must be with the CIA..."

Looking at the brown-haired woman's slightly constricted pupils, Mountain Eagle said incredulously, "Wow, the CIA is involved in the smuggling of nuclear materials on the US-Mexico border, and you're even planning to turn your back and take all of Los Zetas's assets."

"You've been cooperating with the Angels of Death on the issue of Isis. Let me guess, you've been played too, haven't you?"

Upon hearing this, the brown-haired woman took off her cleaning uniform, turned around, and took a pistol from the tool cart, holding it in her hand...

"Mountain Eagle, you know too much..."

(End of this chapter)