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Chekov looked fierce with a surprised expression on his face.

After the broad arms struggled hard.

There was a sound of metal colliding behind me.

He was obviously handcuffed and firmly locked to the chair.

In front of Chekov was Ye Zhen.

Before losing consciousness, Chekov still remembered that he was at the gate of a foreign language school.

We are only one step away from achieving our control goal.

At this critical moment, a Chinese person came out to make trouble.

Chekov asked viciously, "A Chinese agent?"

"You belong to Bureau 749, right?"

"A person with special abilities or a Qigong master?"

Generally speaking, the interrogation work is done by Xiao Zhou and Lao Chen.

But Chekov has the ability of mind control.

If they were alone with Chekov.

The other person will be mind controlled.

In this case, the Spirit Guard wants to escape imprisonment or something.

It's simply too easy.

Chekov thought back to himself before he lost consciousness.

He just wanted to control the Chinese people in front of him.

Failed to control yourself?
Chekov thought of a possibility.

The Chinese man in front of him is also a person who has the ability of mind control?

And his mental strength far exceeds mine?
This is impossible!

Chekov doesn’t believe that Ye Zhen’s mental power is stronger than his?

Chekov recalled that the spiritual guards on his side wanted to control Ye Zhen.

But the next second, his mental state backfired and he fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth and rolling his eyes.

This level of mental backlash defense.

Chekov himself could have done it.

Even Chekov's spiritual guards wanted to control Chekov.

He can turn his mental guards into unconscious vegetables.

That’s why Chekhov was able to suffer the consequences of mental backlash.

Infer the strength of Ye Zhen's mental power.

It should be weaker than my own mental strength.

But why was I the one who was unconscious?

In fact, Ye Zhen did not let Chekov's mental power invade his spiritual world at all.

Their mental strength was like an ant trying to shake a tree in front of Ye Zhen.

Ye Zhen was afraid that he would kill them accidentally.

We still need to leave two people alive.

So Chekov was actually rebounding from his own brain waves.

Chekov wondered if he had been the victim of some other evildoer.

It made people unconscious.

Otherwise, his mental control would not have failed on Ye Zhen.

Just when Chekov was about to take action and wanted to control Ye Zhen again.

"I advise you not to have such thoughts again." Ye Zhen said softly, "Your mental control is too weak."

Chekov's face was gloomy. Was his mind being read by someone?
Chekov had seen supernatural powers like mind reading before.

Chekov now has no idea about the young Chinese man in front of him.

What abilities do you have?
"Now I'll ask you a question and you answer it." Ye Zhen took out a photo.

The photo shows a white-haired girl.

"Who is this?" Ye Zhen asked.

Chekov looked at the photo in his hand and it passed into Ye Zhen's hand.

Chekov remained silent and did not answer.

People like them in the Special Ability Bureau have received special training that is more rigorous than that of the KGB.

Many of them were selected from the KGB.

This kind of general interrogation is not painful at all for them.

Ye Zhen saw that Chekov was not cooperating at all.

Originally, Ye Zhen was not an interrogation expert.

I don't have any interrogation experience.

I saw a faint green flame coming out from Ye Zhen's fingers.

Like the netherworld fire coming from the underworld, Chekov saw the flames suddenly appearing on Ye Zhen's hand.

Chekov is now even more curious about Ye Zhen's identity.

"The ability to control fire?" Chekov was still thinking.

The green flame fell on Chekov.

A tall and strong man like Chekhov is a member of the fighting nation of the Russian nation.

I have never been afraid of being forced to confess through words or actions.

The people in Chekov's Supernatural Bureau are all professionally trained.

But when Chekov's body came into contact with the green flame.

Chekov's face immediately distorted, and a shrill roar suddenly came out of his mouth.

"This is soul fire that uses your mental power as fuel." Ye Zhen kindly explained to Chekov.

"The stronger the spirit, the longer it burns."

"The damage is also higher."

Chekov's mouth was drooling and his nose was running.

That kind of pain went deep into his bones, which was unbearable even for a fighting nation like him.

It is no longer just physical pain.

Ye Zhen knew some people like them.

They have all been trained in counter-interrogation.

Keeping your mouth shut is just the most basic thing.

The physical torture was not enough to make them speak.

What about the pain in the soul?

Chekov's entire body was red from the pain, veins bulging on his forehead and arms.

Chekov immediately shouted, "I'll tell you everything!"

Chekov's mental strength is so strong that it far exceeds that of ordinary spiritual guards.

So this soul fire is important to Chekov.

It's like a drop of water dripping into a boiling oil pan.

It exploded instantly.

Seeing that Ye Zhen had no intention of stopping, he looked at him calmly.

Chekov did not see any emotional fluctuations in Ye Zhen's eyes.

Neither happy nor sad.

"The person in the photo is called Lilia!" Chekov immediately remembered the question Ye Zhen had just asked.

Ye Zhen then asked, "Why did you come to see her?"

Chekov was jumping in pain on his chair, his wrists and feet were covered in blood.

But Chekov was handcuffed and couldn't move at all.

Chekov screamed and felt his soul burning.

His own mental strength was like firewood, making the soul fire burn stronger and stronger.

The pain is getting more and more intense.

Chekov shouted, "It's our Supernatural Bureau that asked us to bring the person back to the country secretly."

“I don’t know anything else.”

"Please! Kill me! Kill me!"

Chekov felt as if someone was slowly scalping him.

That kind of mental torture and pain.

It made Chekov wish he could die immediately.

Normally, such severe pain would cause the human body to activate its self-protection mechanism.

That would make people faint directly.

Unfortunately, Ye Zhen’s soul fire directly burns the soul.

There's no chance of you passing out.

Chekov kept banging his head against the table in front of him.

His head was already broken and bleeding.

But this did not reduce Chekov's pain in the slightest.

"What is her identity?" Ye Zhen was curious, who was this girl?

Is it necessary to go through so much trouble to bring it back to Russia?

They are the descendants of someone of special importance.

Or is it that the white-haired girl herself is special?

Chekov shouted, "I don't know, I really don't know anything!"

"I just know the mission content and mission objectives."

"I don't know anything else!" (End of this chapter)