33: Chapter 33 That Russian female agent, what are you going to do to me!
The interrogation room door slammed shut with a "clang."
There were no windows here, only a pale spotlight overhead that was blindingly bright.
The air was filled with a mix of disinfectant and rust, cold as an ice cellar.
Natasha was tightly secured to a specially made metal interrogation chair.
That legendary "neural induction suit" clung tightly to her hot body, outlining every breathtaking curve.
But at this moment, this suit brought her nothing but fear.
Even if she just moved her finger slightly, the micro-currents inside the suit would sting her nerve endings like needle pricks.
"Damn... pervert."
Natasha gritted her teeth, a fine layer of cold sweat seeping onto her forehead.
She tried to struggle, but the pain, magnified tenfold, instantly made her gasp, a suppressed groan escaping her throat.
"If I were you, I wouldn't move around."
A lazy voice came from the shadows.
Chen Yuan pushed a small stainless-steel cart and walked in slowly.
The sound of the cart wheels rolling on the floor seemed particularly harsh in the deathly silent room.
The cart was filled with all sorts of strange-looking "tools."
Natasha's pupils constricted sharply.
As a top agent from the KGB, she had undergone anti-interrogation training.
Whether it was the tiger bench or waterboarding, she was confident she could endure it.
But this man before her gave her a completely different feeling.
He didn't seem like he was interrogating; it was more like he was preparing an art exhibition called "Dissection."
"You... what do you want to do?"
Natasha forced herself to remain calm, a cold glint flashing in her emerald-green eyes. "I am a senior representative of the Siberian Trading Company. If you dare to touch me, it's a declaration of war against the entire Far East consortium."
"Declaration of war?"
Chen Yuan picked up the hydraulic cutters and casually snapped a thumb-thick steel bar.
"Snap!"
The sound of the steel bar breaking was crisp and pleasant.
He blew the iron filings off the jaws of the cutter, a playful curve tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Beauty, haven't you figured out the situation yet?"
"Last night, when your people used rocket launchers to bomb me at the Widows Village, war was already declared."
Chen Yuan put down the cutters and walked in front of Natasha.
He extended a finger, slowly sliding it down the contour of her cheek, finally stopping at her slender neck.
The carotid artery there was throbbing violently.
"Don't try to scare me with those consortiums. In this place, I am the master."
Chen Yuan's voice was very soft, yet carried an unquestionable dominance. "Now, let's play a game. I ask, you answer."
"If you don't cooperate..."
His gaze fell on the bottle of strong acid with a skull symbol on the cart. "Then I'll have no choice but to melt away your beautiful skin, bit by bit."
Natasha's body stiffened.
She looked at Chen Yuan and suddenly smiled.
That smile was full of charm, like a poppy blooming on an iceberg.
"Mr. Chen, why be so rude?"
Her voice instantly became soft, sweet, and sticky, carrying a hint of seductive gasping. "Look, I can't even move right now. If you really want something... you don't actually need these tools."
Natasha slightly puffed out her chest; the waves beneath that tight suit were almost bursting out.
"As long as you take off this damn suit, I can tell you anything you want to know. Even..."
She licked her red lips, her eyes full of suggestion. "I can even let you experience the passion of a Russian woman."
A honey trap?
Chen Yuan raised an eyebrow.
Must admit, this woman's assets were indeed substantial.
This kind of wild and dangerous allure was simply a lethal poison to an ordinary man.
Unfortunately, he was not an ordinary man.
"Put that act away."
Chen Yuan took a step back, his eyes so clear it startled Natasha. "I have no interest in public buses, even if it's a gold-painted one."
Natasha's smile froze on her face, a flash of shame and anger in her eyes.
"You!"
"Don't be in such a hurry to get angry."
Chen Yuan turned around and took out an exquisite metal box from the bottom layer of the cart.
"Click."
The box opened.
Inside lay an injector glowing with a faint blue luster, the needle a full five centimeters long, glinting coldly under the light.
System Special — 【Truth Serum (Enhanced Version)】.
"Since you won't tell the truth with your mouth, I'll just have to help you."
Chen Yuan picked up the injector, gently flicked the tube, and squeezed out a few drops of the blue liquid.
"This is my newly developed 'Obedience Serum'."
As he spoke, he approached Natasha, his smile making her feel like she was being targeted by a demon. "Although the name is a bit tacky, the effect is absolutely explosive."
"After injection, your cerebral cortex will completely lose its defense mechanism. You will spill everything you've ever done in your life, including wetting the bed at three and peeking at your neighbor bathing at five, every single detail."
"And..."
Chen Yuan paused deliberately, his eyes becoming even more malicious. "It has another side effect. It will increase your sensory sensitivity a hundredfold. In other words..."
"Combined with that neural induction suit you're wearing, the feeling... tsk tsk."
Natasha's face turned white instantly.
Completely pale.
As an agent, she wasn't afraid of death, nor was she afraid of pain.
But this kind of complete mental stripping, this kind of undignified, naked exposure, was ten thousand times more terrifying than killing her!
Once injected, she would no longer be a person, but a doll without any secrets.
"No... you can't..."
Natasha's voice began to tremble, her body struggling frantically, causing the chair to make a harsh grating sound.
But the induction suit immediately punished her.
The severe pain made her convulse all over, yet she couldn't move an inch.
"Stop struggling, save your strength."
Chen Yuan held her shoulder with one hand and raised the injector with the other, the needle slowly approaching the side of her snow-white neck.
"Last chance."
"Tell me, what are you looking for? What secret is hidden behind that kidnapping case?"
Natasha stared fixedly at the injector, her pupils dilated to the limit.
In that faint blue liquid, she seemed to see her own crumbling future.
"I'll talk... I'll talk!"
She shouted in a breakdown, tears streaming from her eyes. "Don't inject me! Please, don't inject me!"
Chen Yuan's hand stopped.
The needle tip was less than a millimeter away from her skin.
He could even feel the violent throbbing of her carotid artery.
"That's more like it."
Chen Yuan did not withdraw the injector but maintained the posture, like a patient hunter. "Speak, I'm listening."
Natasha gasped for air, as if she had just been fished out of the water.
She looked at Chen Yuan's cold eyes, knowing she had completely fallen this time.
"We... were after that girl."
She bit her lip, her voice hoarse. "Annie Vanderbilt."
"She is the 'living key' to unlocking the Halo Group's core database. Inside that necklace lies the blueprint for the latest lithography machine, but only her iris and DNA can unlock it."
"The Russian consortium wants that technology to break the Western blockade."
"And..."
Natasha hesitated for a moment, looking at the swaying needle, and finally said it:
"Also, we monitored that there is an 'entrance' hidden in the basement of the gang in Widows Village."
"An entrance?" Chen Yuan frowned.
"Yes. An entrance leading to a secret base from World War II."
Natasha's eyes revealed a deep fear. "It is said that it holds... the 'Doomsday Legacy' left behind by the Germans back then."
Chen Yuan's eyes narrowed.
Lithography machine, WWII legacy, Doomsday base.
How many landmines are buried beneath this tiny San Verde?
"Very good, very honest."
Chen Yuan nodded, seemingly very satisfied.
Just when Natasha thought she had escaped disaster and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Pfft."
The cold needle pierced into her vein without warning.
"Ah—!!!"
Natasha screamed, looking at Chen Yuan in disbelief. "You... you said..."
"I only said I'd give you a chance, I didn't say I wouldn't inject you."
Chen Yuan slowly pushed the syringe, watching the blue liquid disappear into her body bit by bit, his smile like a devil's:
"I only ever believe half of what an agent says."
"Even if you told the truth, I still have to verify it, right?"
"Don't be afraid, just take a nap and you'll be fine."
"When you wake up, you will find that this world... has become different."
Chen Yuan pulled out the needle, watching Natasha's eyes gradually lose focus, and finally, her head lolled to the side, and she fell completely unconscious.
He tossed the empty injector into the trash can and turned to walk out of the interrogation room.
Outside the door, Alice was waiting quietly.
"Boss, do you need to prepare 'that' for her?"
"Of course."
Chen Yuan adjusted his cuffs, his eyes deep. "Since she is a top-tier double agent, we must use top-tier control methods."
"Inject her with the nanobots. From today on, she will be our eyes among the Russians."
"As for that so-called 'Doomsday Legacy'..."
Chen Yuan glanced at the floor beneath his feet, as if he could see through the thick concrete to the secrets buried deep underground.
"Send Tyrant to dig it up."
"Even if it's the gates of hell, I'm going to pry it open and see what kind of monsters and demons are hiding inside!"