The burning slap woke the unconscious young man up, but he didn't open his eyes immediately. Instead, he used his ears to perceive everything around him.
This was related to the special training. Opening your eyes immediately would give the interrogators the feeling that "this guy is in good condition." Then, during the interrogation process, they would use more violent means.
But if the time and speed of opening his eyes were slower, these interrogators would think that he might be reaching his limit. In order to get an important confession, they wouldn't punish him severely. It wouldn't be good if they tortured him to death.
In addition to this, listening to everything around him would give him a general understanding of the current situation after he opened his eyes.
In fact, the physical interrogation wasn't particularly unbearable. It was nothing more than some pain. Spies who were sent abroad to carry out missions had to go through anti-interrogation courses, including all kinds of beatings to force confessions.
Psychological breakthroughs were the most difficult. With good preparation, one could calmly deal with the following.
After another slap, the young man slowly opened his eyes, as if he didn't have much strength in his body.
He tilted his head and glanced. The "senior" who played the role of his father was tied to the chair next to him. The two of them woke up at about the same time. They looked at each other and didn't shout stupid things like "we got the wrong person."
If the other party could catch them, they naturally had enough preparation. It could even be said that even if they really weren't spies, these people wouldn't let them go.
Instead of shouting and provoking these people, it was better to be prepared to bear the blame.
The person in charge of the interrogation was a young officer about 30 years old. The National Security Council itself was a semi-military organization. It was normal to have soldiers in the management.
When the young officer smiled, he gave off a very bad feeling. It was a little feminine. His eyes were like a poisonous snake hiding in a cave, ready to attack.
"In order to reduce the burden of your confession, only one of you can live. I give this power to you. You only have one minute to choose."
As he spoke, he looked at the watch on his wrist and turned around.
In the corner of the room stood soldiers with guns. There was nothing else except the chair that the two of them were sitting on.
The officer's back was facing them. His hands were behind his back. The front of his right foot was constantly raised and lowered, as if he was beating a beat.
The old man and the young man exchanged glances. They wouldn't make a choice, but they didn't say anything.
They didn't expect the Federation's interrogation to be so direct and efficient. The first thing they did was to make a breakthrough in the psychological aspect. However, under Gevra's advanced training system, these were just small tricks.
Both of them believed that these people would take one of them out to another room, and then gunshots would be heard from outside the room.
They would say that their companions had been killed and use their companions' deaths to try to break their psychological defenses, but they had already seen through it. This plan would not work.
Time passed by bit by bit. Usually, one minute would pass by so quickly that one could not even feel the existence of such a unit of time. But today, at this moment, one minute felt incomparably long.
The officer raised his wrist and looked at his watch again. He turned around and looked at the two of them with a faint smile on his face. "Alright, time's up. It's time to make a choice. Who lives and who dies?"
The two Gevra spies remained silent. They would be separated soon, and this might be the last time they would see each other before they were sent back to their country.
Perhaps because they knew that they would not die, they were very calm and indifferent. A hint of mockery appeared on the young man's face, but it quickly disappeared.
"It seems that you two are not very willing to cooperate. But it's okay, I'll help you choose!"
The officer was not angry at their silence. He looked at the two of them and finally stopped at the young man's face.
"We always say that the young people are the future. The young people are the hope of the country. Then …" He turned his head, and his eyes became scary and sharp. "I'll leave the opportunity to the young people!"
As he spoke, he took out the gun at his waist and pulled the trigger at the old spy's head. Before the two of them could react, it was only about two seconds.
With a bang, the young man's expression completely froze. There was something wet and hot on his face, and it was slowly sliding down.
His eyes became frightened and empty. He slowly turned his neck. There was no senior who always encouraged him. There was no senior who taught him a lot of things. There was only a smashed head.
When the bullet passed through the front yard, there was only a small hole in the young man's forehead. However, the bullet pierced through the back of the old man's head, and there was a fist-sized hole. There was blood and splashes on the wall and on the ground.
This … was completely different from the training he received and the common sense he had!
"Clean it up!"
The officer ordered. The two soldiers untied the dead body from the chair expressionlessly. Without the help of the rope, the body quickly tilted and fell on the young man's body.
In the process of growing up, the young man had considered the possibility of sacrificing himself and witnessing the sacrifice of his companions. He thought that it was a great moment, and he even moved himself!
But at this moment, there was no glory or emotion. He did want to cry, but these tears were not because of someone who had sacrificed himself for the country, but because he was afraid.
He did not want to look at the head with a hole in it anymore. His whole body was trembling.
The body was dragged out, leaving a very obvious trail on the ground. Not long after, a soldier wiped away the blood on the ground and sprayed disinfectant on it. The entire room was filled with the smell of disinfectant.
"XXX (random name, think of it yourself), Gavra Royal Army Academy's first 94 student …" The officer took a file from the soldier's hand and opened it to read the contents.
This was the young man's information. In the Gavra Academy, the officer thought that this information was top secret. However, it had now fallen into the hands of the Federation.
As more and more information was leaked, the young man's body was no longer under his control. His psychological barrier had collapsed.
"You have a cute little brother and a cute little sister. Oh … and a fiancée named Julia. Everyone is proud of you, and they are all waiting for you to return …"
The officer smiled and handed the file to the soldier beside him. "Actually, we can ask them to come over and reunite with you. They should be more than happy to do so.
Next, you only have one chance because you are not the most important person. Other than you, we have many other partners to choose from. If you can't satisfy me, don't worry too much.
"Because your family's ashes, including your fiancée's ashes, will be buried together with the ashes you get!"
At this point, the officer paused for a moment. He pulled the chair that had just been sprayed with disinfectant and sat opposite the young man. "Alright, let's talk about something I'm interested in …"
Many people were working hard for the sake of the country, but there were also people who were dragging the country down for the sake of money.
At the same time, in a different room, the congressman on the TV kept shaking his head. The loose skin on his cheeks swung back and forth as he shook his head, just like an old woman's shriveled and sagging …
"What we need to do now is not to arouse the hostility or even confrontation of other countries by showing our military strength. Restoring production and restoring economic vitality is our most important work next."
The congressman talked about his theory on the TV, and there were always people who supported him. "I understand that promoting international relations is necessary for the Federation's next stage of development, but we should be selective in our contacts with these countries, not some people who 'buy' diplomatic results for political achievements and their own reputation."
"This is a disgrace to all diplomats, and also a disgrace to the Federation!"
The young host quickly asked, "Did you just say the word 'buy'?"
The congressman nodded. "Yes, 'buy'. Our diplomatic relationship with Nagalil is essentially a relationship bought with money. Such a relationship will not last long, and it will not benefit us in any way. This is not a normal and healthy diplomatic relationship. We should terminate it."
"I've seen the proposal. Every year, we'll provide Nagalil with some supplies and build factories for them. If we keep this money in the country, I believe we can provide at least 50,000 to 100,000 jobs for our people."
"But our interim president wants to buy diplomatic relations to stabilize his winning rate in the election. I have to say, this approach is shameful."
"He's hurting the interests of everyone in the Federation, just so that he can continue to do it for a longer time!"
The host's expression was as painful as the death of his father. "And this relationship will not last long?"
The congressman nodded again. These questions and these answers had been written long ago, and they had recited them several times. This was also a working skill that the congressman and the host had to master.
"Once we stop assisting Nagalil, these ignorant, backward, and greedy countries will abandon their diplomatic relations with us and enter the embrace of a new country."
"This will become the most ridiculous joke in the history of the Federation's diplomacy, and it will also become the most shameful page of the Federation!"
Some people agreed with the congressman's statement, especially those who were unemployed. They were more eager than anyone else to find a job to support themselves and their families.