Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 399

2022-02-01

Chapter 399 The game of the fox and the cat (Part 2)
Lieutenant Colonel Thomas looked at the Prisoner:

About in his early forties, with an ordinary appearance and an ordinary temperament. There was nothing special about him other than the strong arms and shoulders suggesting that he came from an environment that lacked neither meat, bread nor manual labor.

In fact, it was this physique that was markedly different from the malnourished urban poor that made him the most visible prey, and ultimately led to his capture.

"I think we can save each other a little time, Mr. Kapfen." Lieutenant Colonel Thomas began, not harshly, but with authority: "You know what's waiting for you— —Be hanged as a traitor, or live as a foreign spy. There are two paths in front of you, choose for yourself."

Alfonso's Adam's apple turned up and down, he coughed hard, He begged in a hoarse voice: "Can you give me some water? I haven't had water for two days."

Lieutenant Colonel Thomas subconsciously turned his attention to the fake Baron beside him. . .

Alfonso keenly captured the fleeting little movements of the other party, "The younger ones are the ones who dominate?" he speculated to himself.

From the moment he was brought into the interrogation room, the fake Baron didn't look at him, just casually fiddling with the small stack of cards on the table.

Until Lieutenant Colonel Thomas asked silently, the fake Baron raised his eyelids and looked towards Alfonso. His eyes were cold and uninteresting, as if he was scanning a specimen.

Alfonso tried his best to meet the stare's gaze, but somehow, he failed. The other party is not easy to deal with - he instinctively realizes this.

At the other end of the interrogation room, Winters also made a judgment-the prisoner showed no particular concern about the cards in his hand.

This means one thing: either the captive is so skilled at hiding his emotions that he can't see any clues;

Winters nodded slightly.

With permission, Pierre, who was in the room, picked up the kettle, walked to the chair, and put the spout to the prisoner's mouth.

The cold water ran down his dry throat, and Alfonso swallowed greedily, almost choking himself.

"Gu Dong Gu Dong", a pot of water was quickly drained.

Alfonso carefully watched the person who was feeding him water. He felt a little familiar, as if it was the cavalry who was biting him.

"Any more?" Pierre asked.

Alfonso panted heavily: "No."

"Drinked water." Lieutenant Colonel Thomas's tone was three-pointed with irony: "Is it the next time? Time to go to the toilet?"

A pot of cold water made Alfonso's already shriveled stomach start to churn again.

"No." He endured the colic and answered truthfully: "I couldn't hold back before, I already urinated."

"peng!"

Lieutenant Colonel Thomas slammed his fist on the table and scolded: "You think I'm visiting prison? Don't try to delay time, because it's pointless. You are a spy of a false emperor, and no one knows torture better than you. You want water. Okay, here's water for you! You want bread? Bread for you! A woman? You can also find a prostitute for you." Cooperate, we have time to slowly torture you, no matter how long you can delay it is useless. I haven't seen anyone who can survive the torture, but I have seen many people who were tortured to death, don't ask for it ."

Alfonso recalled the sweetness of the clear water, exhales one breath saying: "You are going to kill me after all."

"Nonsense!" Thomas The lieutenant colonel retorted categorically, his voice softened a little: "What good will it do us to kill you? I can tell you frankly that since you entered here, it is impossible to leave without incident. You can live, You can live comfortably and maybe even be free - but only if you cooperate."

"Cooperation?"

"Where are your other accomplices?"

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A sneering smile appeared on Alfonso's face: "How do I know you won't go back?"

Lieutenant Colonel Thomas was about to speak when Winters suddenly brought the cards together. Get up, and harvest a pile.

Seeing this, the lieutenant colonel straightened his back, cleared his throat, and stared at the prisoner but did not answer.

"You're not afraid of us killing you." Winters said slowly, "You're afraid that your accomplices will come and silence you."

Alfonso's smile froze.

……

[Old Town North Shore]
[Municipal Palace]
A double-carriage vehicle entered the Municipal Plaza from the west intersection and stopped at Below the steps of the Municipal Palace. The driver immediately jumped off the carriage and left in a hurry.

The sergeant guarding the Municipal Palace was suspicious and ordered the coachman to stop.

But the driver ignored it, and instead stepped forward and fled into a side street without looking back.

The sergeant waved his hand, and the two guards on duty immediately chased after him. Then he drew his side sword and ordered two more guards. The three walked down the steps in a wary manner and surrounded the carriage.

A guard cautiously raised the veil covering the cargo box with the point of a spear.

"It's all pebbles and scrap iron," reported the Guards.

The sergeant's attention was drawn to the chariots—the straps connecting the yoke to the harness were cut, and the horses remained in place not because of restraint, but because of good training.

The sergeant suddenly realized that he had made a big mistake, grabbed his subordinates, and ran up the steps desperately: "Run."

Too late.

"hong" was a loud noise, and the ground shook.

From outside the city, a dark-brown smoke billows from the location of the municipal square. Immediately afterwards, there was a series of dull roars in the direction of the debtor's prison and the parish headquarters, and the smoke filled the air.

Although the other guards at the main entrance of the Municipal Palace were farther away, they were also swept away by the air waves and the flying rubble and iron slag.

Before the guards could recover from their stupor and dizziness, the dual-wielding sword and dagger enemy had already rushed up the steps and rushed towards them.

...

The interrogation was stopped by a sudden loud noise, and the ceiling of the room was shaken to a layer of dust.

There was a chaotic sound of running and questioning outside, and then the door was pushed open, and a lieutenant entered the interrogation room and whispered a few words to Lieutenant Colonel Thomas.

As the door opened, Alfonso briefly observed the scene outside the door.

He was disappointed by the results. Outside the interrogation room, there was still a closed corridor, and there was no way to tell the time or guess the location.

Lieutenant Colonel Thomas nodded, the lieutenant saluted and turned to leave the interrogation room.

A hail-like sound of horse hooves was soon heard outside the house.

Alfonso listened with bated breath until the environment returned from noise to silence. came back to his senses and found the fake Baron watching him with interest.

Alfonso immediately lowered his head, but the other party took the initiative to ask: "In and the others?"

Alfonso did not answer.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Granache Baron." Alfonso licked his lips: "Call yourself."

" Very good." Winters indifferent expression, tilted his head and gestured to the lieutenant colonel beside him: "It is enough for you to know that Lieutenant Colonel Thomas and I are not affiliated with the same interests."

Lieutenant Colonel Thomas Hearing this, the school touched his Adam's apple and glanced at little Bernie covertly.

"Although Lieutenant Colonel Thomas made all kinds of threats, you should be able to sense it -- he doesn't want to punish you." Winters carefully analyzed the interests of the opponent: "A dying prisoner cannot prove that Lieutenant Colonel He wants an unassailable statement, a willing witness. Only then will he be able to make the 'Imperial Spy Arson Case' an unassailable and ironclad case."

Alfonsommer refuses Listen aloud.

"But I'm different." Winters stared into the captive's eyes: "I just want the truth."

The room was deadly silent, and Alfonso's heart twitched. .

Winters, however, stood up and walked to the closet, as if nothing had happened.

Alfonso unconsciously watched him open the cupboard, but the fake Baron just came back with a bottle of wine.

Winters uncorked the bottle and poured himself a little wine: "Frankly, I'm no better at interrogation than Lieutenant Colonel Thomas, you, or anyone in this room."

Not only Alfonso, but all eyes in the interrogation room were on Winters.

"I don't like torture either, because inflicting pain on other people doesn't make me happy." Winters took a sip, his pale face quickly smeared with a sickly flush.

In his deep-seated eyes, melancholy and determination mingled:
"But for the truth, I will use whatever measures are necessary, and no one can stop me.

You can't take what I'm about to do, neither can anyone. There's always a limit to the mind and body, you are, I am, everyone. No matter how brave you are, it's only a matter of time before you destroy them. A A man can smash the hardest stone with a hammer. You should know this better than I do."

"I..." Alfonso asked with difficulty, with his head lowered and his emotions lowered. " How do you want me to cooperate with you?"

"It's very simple." Winters yawned and said indifferently: "Provide a few innocuous downlines, explain a hiding place that has no effect, and reveal a little bit. Half true half false information. It takes time to verify the news, and it can always delay another day or two."

Alfonso lifts the head in astonishment.

Winters stood up, walked between the table and the prisoner, and sat reclining halfway against the edge of the table: "I fully understand your behavior and can assure you that you will not be punished for your deliberate delay. You are tortured unnecessarily."

At this time, Lieutenant Colonel Thomas couldn't hide his confusion and shock, looking towards Winters.

"You're lucky because you think time is on your side." Winters looked down at the prisoner and asked pitifully, "Are you and the others coming to save you?"

……

[Suburbs]
[Outside the Garrison Camp]
The silhouettes of the cavalry disappeared at the end of the road, and the smoke from the horses’ hooves gradually subsided.

Captain Eagle holds the saddle head in his left hand and a drum-shaped silver box in his right hand. He stood beside the horse, staring motionless inside the silver box.

In addition to the Eagle Guards who feigned attacking the Municipal Palace, the Prison and the Guild Headquarters, other Eagle Guards who could still fight were behind him at the moment.

No, not just the Eagle Guards and Advisors to be exact.

A spy from the Imperial Family Security Council, a royalist who thinks Your Majesty is going to fight the rebels tomorrow, an outlaw who is tempted by a big reward but doesn't know what to do yet... The Empire can be in Solingen. All the armed forces that were driven were mobilized.

Everything that can be evacuated has been evacuated, and those who cannot be evacuated will drain the last value.

The deputy head of the Emperor's Hand is willing to end the years-long empire's layout in Solingen with a Pyrrhic victory - after being sacked from his own top Chief-In-Charge. From the moment of capture, the Empire's intelligence network in Solingen was doomed to come to an end.

The pointer inside the silver drum box jumped again.

"It's now." Captain Ying snapped the lid on the box and stepped on his horse: "The rebel cavalry has been led away. A quarter of an hour is enough for us to act."

A single carriage is pushed out of the woods and carried onto the road.

Several Eagle Guards skimmed the chariots and horses, while others, under the command of the deputy supervisor, dragged out the trees felled ahead of time and blocked the road.

The carriage stalked along the road out of the valley, around the last undulations of the mountain, turned a corner, and the high wall of Legion's station and the west camp gate appeared in view.

…

[Interrogation Room]
“Recognize this?”

Winters placed a drum-shaped silver box in front of the prisoner.

Opening the lid, the dial inlaid with luminous stone and the gold hands emit a dim green light - it is the Nurem clock that Pierre found from the other party.

Alfonso nodded, glancing at the time without a trace, but he wasn't sure if the fake Baron was adjusting the Newron clock.

"Don't think about it, I haven't moved the pointer." Winters fluttered at the prisoner's thoughts, turned around and took out a drum-shaped silver box from the tortoiseshell wooden box that had just been sent in - from Ace The Newlon clock turned over from the masked man in the Manor - put it in front of the prisoner: "Do you recognize this?"

In the first few seconds, Alfonso didn't understand what was going on, It's like being hit in the head unexpectedly.

So he immediately showed a kind of drunken numbness and dullness. Soon, he regained consciousness, although his face did not change, but his lips were white.

Winters looked at Alfonso and leaned in for a few sniffs, as if tasting the prisoner's fear.

Then he turned around again and, facing the frightened eyes that the prisoner could no longer hide, he took out a third Nurem bell.

This time, he said nothing. Just open the clasp decorated with the tallow and laurel branches, and gently place it in front of the prisoner.

"Click."

"Click."

"Click."

The three Nurem clocks emit a consistent rhythm inside The ratchet sounded, and the three gold hands set with luminous stones pointed to the same position.

Three hours? Three bells! How could he have a bell? How could it be in his hands? Are the other two teams dead? Is the messenger's bell in there? Messenger, where is the messenger? The messenger was also captured?

Countless terrifying thoughts flooded into Alfonso's mind, and a pair of invisible hands grabbed his throat, making him unable to breathe.

For the first time, he showed real - not the faked - fear. His heart was beating violently uncontrollably, and the blood vessels on both sides of his forehead swelled. Sweat was oozing from his back, but his chest was cold as if he could breathe out cold air.

Winters leaned over the prisoner's head, allowing his voice to come clearly into the prisoner's ear canal.

With a hint of pleasure, he said softly, "I took you out of the shadows."

tone barely fell , and Alfonso's body trembled uncontrollably. stand up.

He whimpered and howled, desperately trying to break free. This time, there is no longer any calm and confidence, only human beings, as animals, have the instinct to escape when faced with a beast that cannot be resisted.

…

[Legion Station]
Because of the riot and fire in Steel Fort, the officers who stayed behind added another checkpoint outside the resident gate.

The so-called checkpoint is actually a piece of unskinned wood blocking the road.

The four militiamen were guarding the post, and when they saw the carriage approaching from a distance, they waved their lances to signal the driver to stop.

"What are you doing?" asked the militia leader.

The driver of the carriage answered in a hurry: "Give me pork and horse meat."

"I haven't heard that anyone wants to bring meat." The militia headed by frowned: "You come down, we want to check."

"I don't have money to bribe you now." The coachman completely motionless: "It's not easy to go out of the city, when I find the quartermaster to deliver the goods, I will have money when I come back. It's over."

The militia led by vigilantly took a step back and leveled the long halberd: "Get off!"

The other two militiamen with muskets sensed that something was wrong, and quickly unblocked them. A matchlock wrapped around the wrist.

"Good good." The coachman raised his hand as if surrendering: "Get off."

The coachman raised his butt and, using the cover of his body, drew a short gun from under the seat and aimed it at the leading militiamen armed with halberds, without the Pull the trigger with slightest hesitation.

As soon as the spring wheel turned, the light flashed, and the halberd-wielding militiaman's chest appeared a blood hole.

Another swordsman jumped out from under the veil, and the swift sword in his hand bypassed the trajectory of the long halberd from below, and plunged into the chest of another halberd militiaman in a very twisted posture.

Up until this point, the two militiamen armed with matchlock guns had not had their matchlocks in place. See black clothed swordsman murderous-looking, two militiamen throw away their muskets and flee.

The swordsman did not chase, and he moved the barricade alone.

The guards of the camp have been alerted by the sound of gunfire, and the alarm bells are ringing frantically.

The eagle guard, who was driving the carriage, lit the lead, flicked the reins, and pulled the horse into a gallop. When there were more than ten meters away from the gate, the Eagle Guard moved towards Flattery and stabbed a sword, turned over and jumped off the carriage.

Although the horse is in pain, it still instinctively wants to avoid a wall.

At this point, the lead burns to the end.

The rear half of the horse was blown to pieces, the air wave overturned the surrounding guards, and the gate of the camp was shaken.

The guards on the camp wall were still calling for help, and a cavalry team had already passed through the smoke, killing the guards outside the camp and reaching the west gate.

Soon, another violent explosion.

This time, the west gate of Legion's station was knocked down like a piece of paper.

"Grenades and explosives will open the way, don't think about accidental injury!" Captain Ying's face was full of smoke and dust, staring at bloodshot eyes: "I would rather die! Not live!"

… …

There was another round of commotion outside the interrogation room, with shouts and hooves.

Alfonso, who had just lost all hope, now seems to have caught the last straw.

He no longer struggled to resist, but stretched his neck and listened unabashedly to the voices outside the interrogation room. He stared straight at the sealed window, as if trying to penetrate the plank to see the scene on the other side.

Winters didn't stop the prisoners either. He asked coldly, "You still don't give up?" Area.

The attacker who launched the raid no longer considers concealment and low-key, and recklessly uses explosives and grenades to clean up buildings, looking for the messenger's silhouette room by room.

Meanwhile, the guards still occupying the west gate tower kept firing projectiles and crossbow bolts. More silhouettes swayed in the distance, and it was obvious that more guards were coming.

The "troop" put together by the emperor's hands was soon on the verge of disintegration, and a small group of hooligans who were lured by the high bounty could not bear such a scene and wanted to slip away.

The eagle captain, who was standing in the line, beheaded one person on the spot, and ordered others to set fire to disperse the defending troops.

"Sir." The haggard Eagle Captain bowed his head deeply to the masked man beside him: "If the pseudo-magician of the rebels is exposed, please do your best."

The masked man looked all around, the Eagle Guards had already fallen into street fighting, and the mob who made up the number had also escaped into the camp and disappeared without a trace.

He sighed and knocked Captain Eagle unconscious with one punch.

......

The sound of hooves came from outside the interrogation room, this time from far to near.

Alfonso listened attentively: the visitor entered the yard, dismounted, opened the door, another door, and the sound of footsteps became clearer.

Then the door to the interrogation room was fully pushed open.

A cavalryman with a hawk-beak-handled saber came in, took a package from his carry, and presented it respectfully to the fake Baron.

The fake Baron just glanced and casually ordered: "Show him."

The cavalry opened the bloody cloth outside the package and put the contents inside Alfonso before.

It was the fourth Nurem Clock—and the last Nurem Clock.

Alfonso's stiff back suddenly went limp, and all his hope and strength were drained at the sight of four hours.

"Kill me! Please, kill me!" Alfonso trembled, begging in despair: "I can't betray Your Majesty! All my family in the north will die! Please! You! Please! Kill me!"

"This problem is easy to solve." Winters' voice contained convincing power: "Help us kill all your accomplices, and we will not Someone will know you're alive."

Winters stared into the prisoner's eyes, knowing he had won.

The eyes always tell the truth. Firm, unforgiving eyes are fixed on people, either staring straight at you or focusing on a point behind you. Those eyes are fixed on one place and draw strength from it.

But at the moment, Mr. "Kapfen" doesn't have those kind of eyes. He looked towards everyone in the room in horror and pleading, trying to find strength, but found nothing.

“Want a drink?” Winters put the glass in front of the prisoner and filled it with wine.

Alfonso looked at the cup, the white foam swirling on the dark red liquid was the flag of his surrender.

 …

After a few moments, Winters walked out of the interrogation room and into the front yard.

This single-family compound that once belonged to a royalist has been temporarily requisitioned by him - along with the secret storage room below.

The day pierced through the smoke and dust, and in the yard, the sun was just right.

[Big chapter! No middle school three, four or five! Sprinkle flowers! ]
[Almost still high, middle and low, though! It’s still a big chapter with more emotional coherence]
[I feel that the parallel narrative of this story is better, so I tried to use it]
[The two timelines are not parallel at the beginning, and the interrogation time of Winters is very short , while the imperial side plans to rescue the messenger with a longer span. Until the last part, it becomes "occurring at the same time"]
[Because it is easy to confuse the time, so I hope to "completely write it and then release it", but in the end it is divided into upper and lower...]
[The interrogation skills in this chapter are from "The Cardinal Bishop of the Kremlin", because I don't understand criminal investigation and interrogation at all, so I think it's better not to write it blindly. It's better to borrow the strategy from Tom Clancy's Old Master book... After all, Tom Clancy Clancy Old Master is a writer who is professional enough to surprise professionals]
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