Chapter 1 I've Kept You Waiting, Mr. Austin

Buzz—

"I've kept you waiting, Mr. Austin."

Along with the sound of the electronic door opening, Kozmo once again arrived at the interrogation room where Feng Bujue was being held. And this time… he brought a box of "tools" as promised.

"I hope you'll like this box of torture devices." Kozmo placed the suitcase on the table, carefully opened it, and intentionally or unintentionally displayed the contents of the box in front of Jue Ge. "In addition to some classic tools, there are many novel gadgets…" he said as if counting his family treasures, "For example, this pair of pliers is more effective than any dental clinic's tooth extraction equipment; and that thing that looks like a steel needle is perfect for taking out eyeballs…"

He spoke smugly, wanting to create psychological pressure on the person about to be tortured, but before he could finish his words, a sudden change occurred!

It happened in a flash! Jue Ge suddenly burst up, his hands moving together, grabbing two sharp instruments from the box with lightning speed, and quickly inserted them into Kozmo's hands.

Kozmo never expected the other party to make such a move. As a look of shock appeared on his face, his left palm had already been pierced through by a steel needle, and his right forearm had been pierced by a large pair of scissors. The tips of both sharp instruments were firmly against the metal table, making it impossible for him to pull his hands away.

"Well… I really like the things in this box, thank you for bringing them in for me." In the next second, Feng Bujue grinned as he spoke and stood up. "Heh… judging from your expression, you underestimated the situation a bit…" As he said this, his strong and powerful hands still maintained control of the two sharp instruments, not giving the other party any chance to break free. "You probably thought that a person under surveillance, with his hands and feet cuffed, couldn't possibly pull off any tricks, right?"

"You bastard…" Kozmo was also a tough guy. After these few seconds, he had recovered slightly from the pain and shock and quickly made a deduction. "Could it be… that you used the thumb dislocation method under everyone's eyes…"

"That's right~" Feng Bujue responded in a refined manner, and continued, "The more skilled a magician is, the better he is at performing tricks under the noses of others. The key is… to make good use of the audience's 'psychological blind spots'." As he spoke, the strength in his hands increased a bit. "This room is very narrow, and there's no furniture except for this simple set of tables and chairs in the middle. And in this small space, with my hands and feet firmly cuffed, I'm being monitored by two surveillance cameras at both ends of the ceiling…" After briefly describing the situation in the room, he continued, "In this situation, the people sitting in the monitoring room observing me… will instead become complacent, because they will subconsciously think that I can't pull off anything."

"So… you used the table to block their view… and unlocked the handcuffs." Kozmo took over the conversation and muttered.

"Hmph… you guessed right." Feng Bujue snorted coldly. "Speaking of which, I have to thank you… because you beat me up pretty badly before, so when I made the posture of 'leaning forward and趴 (pā) on the table', it seemed reasonable. And under the cover of this posture, as long as I didn't make too big of a movement, I could easily take off the handcuffs quietly under the table."

"It seems I guessed right…" Kozmo trembled as he continued, "You are a well-trained agent…"

"You're overthinking it, Officer Kozmo." Feng Bujue said with a smile, "Professional knowledge and psychological qualities can be cultivated on your own, the key is whether you're interested."

Before he finished speaking, Jue Ge launched another sudden attack. He released the steel needle he was holding tightly, and his right hand suddenly raised, grabbing Kozmo's hair.

Bang—

In an instant, he yanked and pressed down with all his might, slamming the other party's forehead heavily on the table.

"Ugh…" As Kozmo groaned in pain, he raised his left hand with the steel needle stuck in it, trying to block Feng Bujue.

However…

Bang, bang, bang—

Jue Ge showed no mercy and struck again, making the other party's head make intimate contact with the metal table three more times.

Kozmo quickly lost consciousness, his upper body slumped motionless on the table, and his raised left hand also drooped weakly.

Buzz—

At that very second, the room's electronic door was opened.

After less than a minute, the security guards who had immediately gathered and set off after seeing the monitoring footage had crossed the corridor and rushed into the room.

"Back off!" Feng Bujue turned his head and shouted violently, "Whoever takes another step forward, I'll kill him!"

It was a coincidence that the first security guard to rush in was Gore. "Raise your hands… or I'll shoot!"

Feng Bujue's expression remained unchanged, and one of the sharp instruments in his hand was already against Kozmo's temple. "You shoot, he dies."

"Put down your weapon! Raise your hands!" Gore didn't back down either. "I advise you not to resist any further, Austin, your reaction can't be faster than a bullet!"

"Is that so?" At this moment, Feng Bujue smiled.

That smile made the three security guards who had already stepped into the doorway feel a chill down their spines.

That smile was full of contempt for life. Anyone who saw this expression would have no doubt that the owner of this smile was an antisocial desperado—he didn't care about the lives of others, nor did he care about his own life. This kind of person could gladly and happily face the mental pressure that ordinary people couldn't bear, and didn't mind "gambling" on such things.

"Are you going to get out or not?" After a brief stalemate, Feng Bujue spoke again, "If you don't get out, I'll cut something off of him first…" As he said this, he did it, and the blade in his hand was already reaching for Kozmo's ear.

"Wait!" Gore quickly stopped him, "I understand… I'll back off." As he said this, he gestured to the other two people beside him.

The security guards immediately moved a few steps sideways and retreated back into the corridor outside the door, but Gore still leaned half of his body against the door, not letting the electronic door close; the muzzle of the gun in his hand was still aimed at Jue Ge.

"Close the door!" Feng Bujue wouldn't let the other party get what they wanted. The moment Gore retreated, the situation had already turned to Jue Ge's side. "I'll count to three, if this door is still open, I'll make a hole in his head too, one… two…"

He counted extremely quickly, leaving people no time to react or think.

Gore had no choice but to take two more steps back, and the electronic door quickly closed on its own.

"Phew…" At this time, Feng Bujue finally breathed a sigh of relief. "They came really fast. If I had controlled Kozmo a few seconds later, I might have been finished here…"

While he was thinking, his hands didn't stop moving. After quickly finding the right tools in the suitcase, he used his skillful lock-picking techniques to open the shackles on his feet. At this point… he had finally completely regained the ability to move freely.

Then, Jue Ge went around to the opposite side of the table and began searching Kozmo's belongings.

Before long, he had turned out everything in the other party's pockets…

"Walkie-talkie, sunglasses, handkerchief, Level 5 access card…" Feng Bujue searched for a long time and found that Kozmo had very few things on him. "Tsk… not even a pistol." He grumbled, then picked up the walkie-talkie from the other party. Without caring about the frequency, he directly pressed the switch and said, "Open the door."

His method actually worked… in less than five seconds, the room's door opened again. Obviously, the people outside had received his message.

This time, Jue Ge, who had unlocked his foot shackles, simply hid behind Kozmo and used the latter as a human shield. "You, yes… you, give me the pistol on your body." He held a sharp instrument against Kozmo's carotid artery and shouted at one of the people beside Gore.

Upon hearing this, the man immediately turned his head to look at Gore. Gore hesitated for two seconds, then nodded to him.

So, the man took out the pistol from its holster and stepped forward slowly…

"Don't move." As soon as the other party took half a step, Feng Bujue shouted, "Put the gun on the ground and push it over gently."