This aura is deadly

"What is she doing now?"

The room was dark, with no lights on and only the light coming from a large 120-inch monitor.

The fan in the chassis was whirring, and green and orange LED indicators were flashing on the back of the server.

There were only six people in the room, five men and one woman.

Four were sitting in front of computers with headphones on their heads, and two were standing behind them with their hands behind their backs, staring at the monitors.

The picture on this big screen is a pure white room with an area of ​​only about 20 square meters. The walls are surrounded by soft sponge cushions. There is a toilet in the corner and a chapter folded on the wall at the other end. bed.

A woman with long brown hair was sitting on the bed in a daze. She was wearing a white hospital gown and her hands were rubbing her shoulders.

The picture on the screen was cut into twelve pieces, monitoring the small room from different angles. From one of the angles, from bottom to top, the woman's face could be clearly seen.

She is none other than Diana Prince, CPA field agent of the United States Federal Psychic Administration.

At this time, her eyes were closed, her lips were blue from the cold, and her hands kept rubbing her arms to keep warm.

The person who just spoke was a tall, middle-aged man. He crossed his chest and stared at the screen coldly.

"I don't think she did anything but stay warm?"

The person who answered the call was a blond middle-aged woman with white strands in her long hair. She was the branch director of the Opportunity City Administration Bureau, Madeleine Shepard, or Mrs. M for short.

"Is she still saying that?" the tall man asked.

"Yes, no other information was disclosed." Malinda replied.

"Has she received training in anti-torture techniques?" the tall man asked.

"Of course, CPA's field agents have received short-term training from the intelligence department, although it is of little use to them," Madeleine said.

"My patience is almost worn out, Mrs. M. We all know that information is very important." The tall man looked at Madeline, and the light and shadow of the screen hit his face with a cold expression.

"Of course I know, Mr. Chairman. We have taken action as quickly as possible." Madeline said.

"It's not fast enough. It's been more than half a month since she came out of the subway. And you gave her a chance to communicate with the outside world even though you knew she was hiding something about it." The chairman was somewhat agitated. dissatisfied.

"We had not yet activated the terms of imprisonment at that time." Madeleine said respectfully.

"After she came out of the subway, she should have been imprisoned and checked first. And as far as the current situation is concerned, the actions you take will not be effective." The chairman said.

"I have activated the Level 2 interrogation protocol. You know what this means, Mr. Chairman." Madeline said.

The Authority's Level 2 interrogation protocol is designed to torture high-value targets and force them to reveal key information.

The place where the Level 2 interrogation protocol is initiated and executed is a secret room of about 20 square meters without any windows that can observe the natural environment, ensuring that the prisoners lose the concept of time and fall into chamber phobia.

The four walls of the room are made of soft structure to prevent the prisoners from harming themselves. At the same time, many sensors and cameras are buried, as well as a complete temperature adjustment system and loudspeakers to monitor the physical condition of the prisoners at any time.

The airtight room is under strong white light that is not suitable for sleeping 24 hours a day. At the same time, the temperature is dynamically controlled at about 5-10 degrees, and the air supply vents simulate natural wind.

The loudspeakers play various noisy heavy metal music from time to time, which hinders the imprisoned person from sinking into the water.

Sometimes, the secret room will suddenly turn off the light, plunge into complete darkness, and play negative and unpleasant human voice simulations, such as howling, crying, screaming, whispering, etc.

The prisoners only eat once a day, and the portion is only half the energy required by adults. The taste of the food is specially prepared, mainly bitter and salty, with a small amount of salt water.

"She lasted for almost six days, 37 hours in light sleep, and spent the rest of the time half asleep and half awake. We found her four times, and her statement has not changed," Madeleine said.

"The Level 2 interrogation protocol is not effective against CPA agents. I suggest you take some more drastic measures, Ms. Madeleine. You know what I mean," the chairman said.

"Of course I understand, but considering her physical condition, Mr. Chairman..." Madeline was interrupted mid-sentence.

"I don't care about her physical condition, I only care about how she came back!" the chairman said solemnly.

"She is our agent, Mr. Chairman." Madeline said.

"No more. How do you know if her personality has been replaced by something?" the chairman said coldly.

"I have reservations about that," said Madeleine.

"Ms. Madeleine, you are protecting her. The Opportunity City Administration has been infiltrated, and you know exactly what this means. In the past two years, our top-level classified intelligence has been flowing continuously to the outside world, which has caused Many losses and potential threats, don’t you think we have enough enemies?” asked the chairman.

"I'm not protecting any agents, Mr. Chairman, I'm just doing what's most efficient. If medieval whips and branding irons were really that effective, we wouldn't be developing Level 2 interrogation protocols and Veritaserum." Madeleine said.

"I'll give you three more days, Ms. Madeline." The chairman said coldly, glanced at the woman on the screen, turned and walked out of the room.

After the chairman left, Madeline said: "Take her to the interrogation room."

Diana sat on the chair, looking at the table with dull eyes. Her eyes were darkened, her weight dropped sharply, she walked lightly, and she couldn't feel the weight at all while sitting on the chair.

"Get me a cup of coffee."

Madeline looked at Diana through the black one-way window, took the paper cup from her colleague, and walked in with it.

The incandescent light in the interrogation room was not as dazzling as in the secret room. Diana sat there drowsily. Madeleine placed the paper cup in front of Diana and then sat across from her.

"Come and cheer yourself up, girl," said Madeleine.

Diana picked up her coffee cup and drank from it. It was the most delicious thing she had put in her mouth in six days.

"Can you talk to me, Diana?" Madeleine asked.

Diana gave a middle finger.

"I'll take it as your consent," Madeleine said.

Diana ignored her and drank her coffee in one gulp.

"What kind of sports do you usually like to do? Is it HEMA? The coach over there said you haven't been there for a long time." Madeleine searched for the topic.

"The burgers opposite the sword hall are also good, right? They're cheap and delicious. They say you can eat six at a time." Madeleine continued.

"Your red muscle car hasn't been refueled for a long time, and it's time to change the right rear tire." Madeleine said, but Diana ignored her and just lowered her head and played with her fingernails.

"You did a good job at the biscuit factory, you were very brave..." Madeleine sighed.