I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 65 Misunderstanding?

When Marion woke up, he saw two men he didn't recognize, staring at him intently.

"Ah, this guy is awake."

"I was lucky. The lead bullet that hit my shoulder didn't break any bones, and the stray arrow that hit my head just passed by my temple and didn't blow me off."

Marion subconsciously looked down at her chest. Her clothes had been taken off, leaving only a blood-stained bandage wrapped around her left shoulder, and her forehead was aching.

Are these two people talking about themselves?

Marion subconsciously wanted to raise her hands to support her head, but then she found that her hands behind her back could not move, as if they were tied up with ropes.

Only then did Marion realize that she was sitting on a chair, with her hands behind her back and her feet together, unable to break free.

Marion was sure that he was caught, so were the two people in front of him enemies?

"What is your name?"

one of them asked.

Marion said nothing, his thin lips tightly closed, and his blue eyes revealed hatred.

The two of them knew that this way of asking questions would not work, so they walked away a little and huddled together to talk in whispers that they thought Marion could not hear.

"What should I do?"

"I don't know either. This can't go on like this... We seem to be in trouble."

"It's okay. I have a way to make him talk."

After saying that, one of them turned around, pushed open the tent and walked away, while the other stayed where he was.

Marion took this opportunity to look around the tent he was in, and after a quick glance, he knew there was nothing to see… This was his tent.

After these bastards attacked him, they just stayed where they were and didn't leave at all.

"who are you!?"

Marion spoke out in anger and hatred, and now it was the other party's turn to remain silent.

"Why are you attacking us?"

The man in green clothes still didn't speak.

Before Marion could ask any more questions, the second man who had left came back with a kettle and a stack of towels.

"Lao Lin, what do you want to do?"

The second man in green asked the question Marion wanted to know.

“Ask questions!”

"what?"

"Don't worry about it, you'll know when I'm done."

After saying that, the man carrying the kettle and towel walked towards Marion.

For some reason, Marion was very panicked at this moment, his heart was pounding, and his sixth sense told him that he was about to face something very bad.

"Hello, you can call me Lin Ruoyu."

The man introduced himself with a bright smile, but the viciousness revealed in his eyes was so real that it gave Marion, who was being stared at, goose bumps on her back and cold sweats.

"I'll do something to you later to make you confess everything voluntarily... Believe me, I have no ill will towards you. I'm only using this to facilitate communication between us."

As he spoke, the man who called himself Lin Ruoyu, with a strange name, reclined the chair where Marion was sitting, so that he lay flat on the ground with his feet up and his head down, and then covered his face with a towel.

"What are you doing? What are you going to do?" Marion was very panicked now. He couldn't see Lin Ruoyu's movements and shouted loudly.

"I have to apologize in advance, brother... Don't endure it for too long. It's better to give up resistance as soon as possible."

After saying that, Marion felt something fall on the towel on her face.

……

Modern waterboarding was developed by Americans after they modified their practice. It is simple to implement and only requires a towel/paper towel and a little water.

The low cost and convenience of execution really make it... worthy of being the evil Americans.

As for how powerful this kind of water torture is, here is some cold data to back it up.

According to the Americans' own statistics, 80% of the victims will have their will broken, and the remaining 20% ​​will die in waterboarding or become mentally retarded.

Out of ten people, only eight surrendered. A success rate of only eighty percent doesn't seem very high!
However, it must be noted that most of the prisoners counted by Americans are extremely vicious criminals, agents, soldiers, or drug lords, some of whom have received strict anti-interrogation training.

Even so, the success rate of waterboarding in the United States is over 80%, which is enough to prove the power of this thing.

Marion, an officer and possibly a noble, could not bear the water torture for just a few minutes and his will completely collapsed.

When Lin Ruoyu pulled the towel covering his face away, Marion greedily took big gulps of the precious air. Thick snot and vomit spewed out of his nose and mouth, but he didn't care.

Lin Ruoyu looked Marion up and down, then pinched his nose and took a few steps back.

"Little ghost, go and call someone over."

"what happened?"

"Don't you smell it? This kid is incontinent, with shit and pee all over his pants. Go find someone to give him a bath and change his clothes!"

After the Kid took a deep breath of the air in the tent, he turned around and ran away. Soon, he came back with a few people who were holding buckets, brushes, and clean clothes.

The two then left, leaving the mercenaries to clean up after Marion.

When the cleaning work was completed and the two players returned to the tent, Marion was sitting on the chair dying. This time when Lin Ruoyu asked him again, the latter told him everything.

"What is your name."

"Marion Carey."

"Where are you from? What's your job title?"

"Miniasian, captain of the royal court...guard."

Marion hesitated, remembering the royal secrecy and loyalty, but when he recalled how he felt when he was waterboarded, Marion gave in.

Lin Ruoyu and Home Alone looked at each other, and saw the solemnity on each other's faces. Both of them had a bad premonition at this moment.

+Do you want to continue asking questions? +
The Kid asked with his eyes.

+Affirmative.+
Lin Ruoyu turned around and went back.

"What are you doing here? What's your mission?"

“I came here because of the Queen’s orders. She received news that a little prince from the Bagnian royal family appeared in Biqi Town, so she ordered me to come here to check the situation.

If this is true, then take Prince Chris away and bring him back to the Kingdom of Minisia."

Lin Ruoyu's face twitched, but Marion, who had his head down, didn't see it.

“What are you going to do?
I mean, even if you find the real Prince Chris, how are you going to get through the civil war zone between the Restoration Army and the Republic?"

"The Bagnian Republic is currently supported by the Kingdom of Minisia. They won't attack us. The Bolas Fortress, a day's journey away, is guarded by people from the Kingdom of Minisia."

(End of this chapter)