Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 776 Key Information
After the routine interrogation lasted two hours, Coleman finally lost his patience.

"He hasn't made a move yet?"

Walking into the secret room, he saw Henry, whose face was ashen, slumped in a chair with his head tilted to the side. He turned his gaze to his two men.

"what happened?"

The captain checked his watch.

"It's been two hours. Time is running out. We must get accurate intelligence before the Americans notice. Otherwise, I won't be able to report to M."

"This guy……"

An agent wiped the sweat from his neck and shook his head slightly. "He hasn't spoken yet. He's received anti-interrogation training. All intelligence officers in the Navy Intelligence Department undergo this training. It looks like it will take some time."

"We don't have time."

Coleman walked aside and took out a metal box from the cabinet.

He opened the silver alley, and inside the shockproof sea lay a row of syringes filled with truth-teller, which glowed coldly under the blue light.

He took out one of the injections, walked up to Henry, bent down close to his old colleague, and said in a slow but indifferent tone:
"Last chance, Henry. What is the cargo mentioned in that message? Where is it being sent? What is Song Heping going to do next?"

Henry's tilted head moved slightly, his eyes fell on the injection in Coleman's hand, and his facial muscles twitched slightly.

As a former military intelligence officer, he knew exactly what was inside.

The air in the secret room grew heavy.

Henry's heartbeat began to accelerate.

Truth-inducing agent.

This thing can easily kill someone.

"Captain, is this how you plan to treat your old friend?"

At the end, he actually grinned.

"You are no longer our old friend. You are now a friend of the KB elements, Henry. I have given you a choice, and this will be the last time."

Henry said nothing.

Coleman finally lost his patience and handed the injection to the agent beside him.

"Give him some means, I'll sign."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

When he reached the door, he heard Henry's rude curses from behind him.

The white noise generator on the second underground floor emitted a constant beep. Coleman's leather shoes crushed the third cigarette butt on the ground, and he turned and walked into the interrogation room again.

In the interrogation room behind one-way glass, Henry was strapped to a special dental chair, with a light blue liquid hanging from an intravenous drip stand.

"How's the situation?"

He asked the agent inside.

"It's the old trick," an agent said, adjusting the EEG monitoring electrodes. "Sodium Pentothal-X, a modified version, works best with amygdala shocks."

Coleman tapped a pen on a stainless steel tray where seven syringes of different colors were neatly arranged.

“Start with an alpha-2 adrenergic receptor antagonist.”

He chose the amber potion.

"First, break down his sympathetic defenses."

Henry's pupils suddenly dilated as the needle pierced his jugular vein.

The brain waves on the monitoring screen dropped sharply from beta waves to theta waves, and the activity of the prefrontal cortex was like a candle being extinguished.

"tell me"

Coleman opened Henry's eyelids, and the iris patterns were clearly visible under the purple light.

“Container number in area B3.”

Henry's jaw muscles twitched, but his masseter remained tight. Coleman gestured to the technician, who pressed the controls.

The microelectrode implanted behind Henry's ear suddenly releases 2 milliamperes of current, precisely stimulating the amygdala fear center.

"ah--!"

The roar turned into a muffled sound in the soundproof bulkhead.

Coleman took the opportunity to put the bottle of smelling salts under his nose, and the ammonia molecules forcibly activated the awakening system.

On the monitoring screen, a red spot of light suddenly appeared in the hippocampus area.

"Container. TKMRU," Henry said, his teeth chattering. "Seven-pack."

Coleman immediately grabbed his satellite phone and called up the shipping database.

The container starting with TKMRU belongs to the Turkish Shipping Company and recently docked at the Port of Djibouti. It is a seven-pack special container.

"continue."

He injected a second dose of the clear potion.

“Abdul’s security breach.”

Henry's facial muscles began to spasm involuntarily, a sign of the drug's effects on the basal ganglia.

His eyes moved rapidly, as if he was watching an invisible movie.

"Meeting... Alliance... Chef..."

Henry's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his eyes began to roll upwards. "On the 15th of this month...Mogadishu..."

Coleman stared at the recorder in front of him.

Under the effect of the elucidant, the person being treated will often talk nonsense.

Every word may contain the most secret information.

Many of the words sound completely incoherent, but after professional analysis by the agents and combined with other recent intelligence, a lot of information can be obtained and the most useful things can be extracted from them.

Number 15?
Mogadishu?

Meeting?

Coleman's brows furrowed tightly.

He tried hard to recall all the intelligence the African branch had recently obtained.

Suddenly, a light flashed through my mind.

"continue!"

He seemed a little excited.

"Tell me, what exactly is going to happen in Mogadishu on the 15th?!"

Henry fell silent again.

Coleman's inducement seemed to have no effect.

"Give him more!"

Coleman turned around and gave his orders to his men.

"Let him speak quickly!"

"Captain, the dosage is already very high. If it continues to increase..."

"I told you to grow bigger, so you can grow bigger! I'm responsible!"

Coleman rudely interrupted his subordinate.

"Yes!"

The agent immediately shut up and turned around to carry out the captain's orders.

When the third crimson potion was pushed into the vein, Henry's left arm suddenly tensed.

Monitors showed that dopamine levels had spiked to dangerous levels, a sign of memory recall.

"Ammunition hidden in boxes of frozen shrimp."

His voice suddenly became unusually clear.

"MP5K and M4A1 are hidden in the abdomen of a large grouper..."

Having said that, he stopped answering again.

Coleman stood up suddenly: "What else?!"

Suddenly, an alarm sounded in the interrogation room, and Henry's heart rate reached 180.

The interrogating agent quickly injected the antagonist, but Coleman held his wrist down.

"Give me another 30 seconds."

"Captain..."

"Excuting an order!"

“Rally. Old Port of Mogadishu“

Henry's pupils dilated to the edge.

"Crane sniper point."

The coordinates were immediately marked on the holographic map.

The gantry crane at the Old Port overlooks the entire Old Port area, with a straight-line distance of 500 meters - it's like a shooting range for professional snipers.

When Henry began foaming at the mouth, Coleman finally signaled to stop.

He took off his blood-stained rubber gloves and looked at the keyword cloud map extracted from the monitoring screen: container number, cold chain transportation time, sniper point. All the information gradually became complete like a puzzle.

"Save him quickly."

Coleman instructed the other two agents.

At this point he was satisfied, having obtained the information he needed.

With this information, analysts can quickly piece together complete intelligence information.

He took a last look at the twitching Henry, his old colleague who had been on field duty with him in Belgrade, now strapped to a chair like a rag doll with an electric shock belt.

"Sorry, Henry, it's duty."

After saying that, he quickly left the interrogation room and returned to the ground floor. In the living room on the first floor, he took out his laptop and imported the audio data from the recorder. Then he picked up the satellite phone and dialed a number.

"There's urgent information that needs to be analyzed immediately. I need to produce a complete report within the hour. I need to submit it to M immediately."

"no problem."

A very confident voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Small idea."

(End of this chapter)