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Chapter 143 To survive, you must be more resilient than suffering (Seeking monthly votes)
"Uh huh huh!!!"

In a small safe house with only basic furniture, Lanny was tied to a chair with his hands behind his back and his mouth stuffed with a thick burlap sack.

His shirt had been removed, revealing a chest riddled with bullet holes and scars—undoubtedly medals he had earned fighting for his country.

Rorschach had similar scars before.

Nearly half an hour had passed since the bloody battle at the apartment building.

Amid a citywide manhunt by police—no, by all law enforcement agencies including the FBI and the Counterterrorism Bureau—Rorschach, along with Anna and the TU captain, broke through the blockade under Harold's guidance and finally arrived at the pre-prepared safe house.

On the sofa in the corner, Anna remained curled up on her side, trying her best to avoid her broken ribs piercing her internal organs.

Whether this woman had an exhibitionist streak or was simply a model, she took off her upper body down to just her bra as soon as she entered the room, completely disregarding the possibility of accidentally exposing herself.

But at this moment, Lanny had no mind to appreciate the European model's graceful figure.

He struggled frantically, refusing to give up any chance of survival even though his wrists, waist, abdomen, and even legs were tightly bound by paratroopers.

"Save your energy."

Standing in front of the sink, Luo Xia rinsed the bloodstains off his hands and said calmly, "Double ring binding with speed binding handcuffs, plus standard paratrooper tactical restraints. If you can break free, I'll let you go."

Upon hearing this sound, Lanny's breathing suddenly became rapid.

Three combat squads, a total of forty elites, all died in the corridor where they besieged this bastard!
If his mouth hadn't been gagged, he would have cursed this demon with the most vicious language.

Just a few months ago, the other party was a police elite who had won the Medal of Courage, and even earlier he was a war hero who had been commended by the president!
But when the gun was turned on his former comrade, there was not a trace of hesitation in his eyes!

What's the difference between this devil and an executioner?!
"Ugh!!! Ugh!!!!"

Lanny stared at Rorschach with bloodshot eyes, muffled growls escaping his throat.

However, Rorschach, whom he had cursed a thousand times, remained calm. After rinsing off the bloodstains, he casually put on trousers, lit a cigarette, and slowly walked towards the coffee table.

He first glanced at Anna, whose face was covered in cold sweat and who was deathly pale. After raising his eyebrows, he did not fix her broken bone as Anna had expected.

Instead, he took a fruit knife from the fruit plate and slowly walked up to Lanny.

The cold tip of the knife slowly slid down from his forehead and finally stopped in his shoulder socket.

"Many people make a fatal mistake during interrogations."

Rorschach said calmly, “They always like to start by applying pressure to the head, but real experts understand that premature stimulation will numb the nerve endings of the interrogator and weaken their pain sensitivity.”

Lanny stared intently at Rorschach, his eyes even showing disdain.

As a former special forces soldier who transferred to the CIA, even within the intelligence agency, he was in charge of the field operations team.

Pain and trauma have long been a part of his life.

He's only afraid he can't kill Luo Xia, so why should he fear torture?
"You know what, buddy?"

The tip of the knife suddenly pierced the skin of the shoulder socket, precisely penetrating the surface muscle before stopping deep inside.

"The ulnar nerve is the largest unprotected nerve plexus in the human body, running from the shoulder all the way to the nail bed."

"The segment that passes through the elbow is also known as the cephalic nerve."

Pfft——!
Blood sputtered out.

The blade was deeply embedded in the shoulder joint. Rorschach neither cut the muscle nor pulled the knife out, but instead used the back of the knife to repeatedly scrape the nerve plexus!

Lanny's expression, which had been fierce, had undergone a complete transformation.

His face contorted in pain, his jaw clenched, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, and his whole body convulsing!
Countless electric-like pains exploded from my shoulder and elbow, and my half-body went limp as if I had been electrocuted, with only the burning pain continuing to rage!
"Aren't you going to tell me yet?"

Rorschach shrugged and continued the meticulous nerve dissection with the tip of his knife. No screams could be heard in the closed apartment; only heavy breathing and the subtle scraping of bone echoed between them.

Half an hour later, Luo Xia pulled out the fruit knife with the broken tip from his hand.

He stared at Lanny, whose head was bowed and whose body was half-covered in blood. He noticed the crisscrossing bloodstains covering Lanny's shoulders and arms, and couldn't help but click his tongue, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

He really hadn't expected that guys working for intelligence agencies could have such strong willpower.

The CIA is notorious internationally, and even domestically it is universally disliked.

Back then, the CIA was the first to come to his special operations unit to recruit people, but apart from those who had no other choice, almost no one was willing to join.

After all, the CIA not only has a terrible reputation outside, but is also extremely corrupt internally.

However, it seems there are still tough challenges ahead.

"As expected of TU's captain, he's really stubborn; he still won't open his mouth."

Rorschach clapped his hands in admiration and continued coldly, "Don't worry, although you've lost your left arm, you still have a perfectly good right arm."

However, just as he was about to continue cutting, Lanny suddenly raised his head excitedly, his forehead veins bulging as he glared at Rorschach.

Just as Luo Xia thought this guy was going to fight to the death and was preparing to give him a hard blow, he heard Anna's weak voice from behind:
"You didn't ask him anything, so what was he supposed to say? Besides..."

After listening for a while, the woman finally couldn't resist interrupting Rorschach's self-absorbed reverie. She mustered her strength and pointed to the wad of burlap stuffed in Lanny's mouth.
"His mouth was gagged, so he couldn't speak even if he wanted to."

Hearing these words of "righteousness," Lanny, who had been stubborn from the moment he entered the house, couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat.

He had wanted to speak half an hour ago, but this bastard in front of him only knew how to say "Are you going to talk or not?" He hadn't even asked him a question, how was he supposed to know what to say?!

Rorschach's hand holding the knife stiffened slightly. After a moment of silence, he raised his hand and pulled the burlap sack from Lanny's mouth.

"Where is the weapons expert you kidnapped from Eastern Europe? Who is guarding him? Have you learned the transport route of the nanobombs from him?"

Upon hearing this series of questions, Lanny took a few deep breaths, slowly closed his eyes, and then suddenly slammed his head into the fruit knife in Rorschach's hand.

This country may have scoundrels, but it has never lacked warriors willing to sacrifice their lives for their country!
Would rather die than surrender!

However, Rorschach wasn't so kind as to grant this guy's wish to die!

With a swift spin, the blade was instantly retracted and gripped in his palm. Then, Lanny suddenly felt a large hand pressing firmly onto his head.

"Since you're so eager to die, then let's play a little longer."

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Two hours later.

This tough guy couldn't withstand the interrogation techniques that Rorschach had stolen from Mossad, and he revealed all the information.

Luo Xia looked at the mentally broken man in front of him, nodded slightly, then turned the blade back and pierced through his brain from his jaw, giving him a painless death in the shortest possible time.

Wiping the blood off his hands, he glanced at Anna, who was sweating profusely on the sofa and still enduring the pain, and tossed her a box of painkillers.

"Eat, then get back to work."

Hearing these inhuman words, Anna wanted to grit her teeth and persevere, but she couldn't help but say, "Can I rest for a while? Not too long, just a little while. I... I really can't hold on any longer."

Luo Xia coldly shook his head and said to her, word by word, "If you want to live, you have to be more resilient than the pain!"

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(End of this chapter)