Chapter 205 03.0204: "Psychic Interrogation"

The screams like a pig being slaughtered spread throughout the underground bar in an instant.

"If you want to get down to business, I suggest you just say whatever you want to say. Don't try to test my patience, which is very short."

Horatio turned the handle of the knife, and the blade twisted the Mohawk man's palm into pieces, cruelly and mercilessly torturing the unforgivable heretic in front of him.

But in his heart, there was only extreme indifference, without any joy from torturing others or ravaging his enemies.

This was the fundamental difference between torturing the cultists of Slaanesh, he knew that his torture was to pry open the cultists' mouths, not for fun.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Surrender! I surrender! I surrender everything!" The man with the Mohawk hair couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed and screamed. He felt so painful on his head that he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Please wait a moment!" Just as Horatio was about to open his interrogation, the inquisitor interrupted Horatio's interrogation.

Horatio looked at the Inquisitor in confusion, only to see the man walk up to him, grab the mohawk's throat, and squeeze it.

His thumb seemed to have found something and pressed repeatedly on one spot.

"Gah! Cough cough!"

The man screamed in pain, and then began to cough violently, as if something hard had hit his throat.

"Voice-activated sealing bomb." Inquisitor Ravenno looked at the Mohawk head sneerly and said.

"What's that?" Horatio asked.

“A small implantable voice-activated bomb.

When he says certain keywords, the explosion will be triggered, killing both him and you.

This is a confidentiality measure that everyone from the Ministry of Internal Affairs to the top leaders of the cult will follow. Be careful in the future."

"Quite insidious." Horatio snorted coldly.

"This is how the world is. Death and danger are everywhere. Several of my colleagues died this way."

Seeing that his conspiracy was exposed, cold sweat instantly flowed down the temples of the Mohawk-haired man.

He wanted to yell out the key words and die together with the Inquisitorial agents.

The moment he uttered the first syllable.

Inquisitor Ravenno took the cloth from the agent, pounded it into his fist, and slammed it into his chest.

"Well!!!"

The Mohawk screamed as his teeth were smashed by the steel knuckle guards on the Inquisitor's fingerless gloves.

The ligaments of the lower jaw were torn apart and the patient was hanging precariously in the jaw.

Tooth powder, saliva, and blood mixed together and flowed from the corners of his mouth. He stammered, but could no longer pronounce the syllables of a single word correctly.

It was obvious that this Inquisitor, who was not very old in the Inquisition, had extensive experience in torturing and interrogating humans.

Perhaps he had been an interrogator, or had learned from the Dark Eldar, Horatio thought.

"Now that we are not worried about being blown to death, how do we interrogate him?" asked Horatio.

The man with the Mohawk had all his front teeth broken.

Half of his tongue became torn and he was completely immersed in his own pain.

Like an eighty-year-old shriveled old man, he shrank against the wall, wailing miserably. It was obvious that he was in a state where he could not answer questions normally.

The Inquisitor raised the corner of his mouth and sneered.

“This is my specialty.”

He walked up to the man and grabbed him by the collar.

Suddenly, Horatio's iron hand trembled.

[Psychic power?!]
A faint blue light appeared above their heads.

"Oh oh oh..." The man with the Mohawk head was trembling all over, his unbroken teeth were shaking and hitting each other up and down, and his two eyeballs were rolling around wildly, until finally only the bloodshot whites were left.

Soon, black blood gushed out from the wings of the Mohawk's eye sockets, and two lines of blood and tears slid down his cheeks.

The judge had a blank expression on his face and his eye sockets were filled with whites, which made him look very creepy and scary.

He was invading the memories in the Mohawk's mind.

In Mohawk's spiritual world, it was like a pair of terrifying eyes floating in the sky, rolling their eyeballs, coldly and ruthlessly examining his memory from top to bottom, every scene in his memory, every detail in the scene.

Those people’s names, those meeting places, and those conspiracies that are still brewing.

Of course, using the power of psychic energy to examine things is not omnipotent.

When he glimpsed the man's memory of praying for a blessing from the Scarlet Power, a searing heat and overwhelming rage suddenly surged out, burning his mental tentacles and causing his brain to echo with the roar of brass and excruciating pain.

"Ugh...!" The Inquisitor took two steps back suddenly and almost fell to the ground.

But he finally gritted his teeth and steadied himself shakily. Horatio could hear the crunching sound of his teeth and his groan of pain from a distance.

He seemed to be struggling with something in his brain, and soon beads of sweat the size of beans covered his forehead.

The Inquisitor trembled all over.

"Aha--!"

He breathed a sigh of relief, and then he felt dizzy, holding his head and taking two weak steps back. Horatio held him up.

"Are you all right, Mr. Phalaenopsis?" Horatio asked, using the nickname of Inquisitor Ravenno.

Ravenno leaned against the wall, leaning forward, pressing his knees, breathing heavily.

After a long while, he raised his hand to indicate that he was fine, and a sneer of victory appeared on his lips again.

He stood up, wiped the sweat off his face with his hand, and looked at Horatio: "Let's go, there is nothing else of value here."

"Doesn't he need to be taken away?" Horatio looked at the important target who was nailed to the wall, motionless, with black blood still flowing from his eyes, forming a small pool of blood on the rough concrete floor.

He reached out to check and found that the person was still alive, but his pulse was so weak that it was no different from death.

"He is no longer valuable. You can do whatever you want with him, but I suggest killing him to prevent others from prying any more information from him."

"You used your psychic powers to examine his memories?"

The judge smiled but said nothing.

But even if he kept silent, Horatio knew what was going on.

After all, using the cult-like power of telepathy could easily lead to one's head being blown apart by the Inquisitors of the Heresy Chamber in the Inquisition.

But this judge is also quite evil.

According to the Inquisition's order to investigate heresy, the Inquisitor who first catches the heretic has the right to interrogate him first, and only after the interrogation can it be the turn of other Inquisitors.

As a result, after the interrogation, he turned his back on the witness and killed her to silence her, leaving no chance for his other colleagues.

Horatio was not surprised. After all, he knew that most inquisitors were abnormal to some extent, and normal people could not be inquisitors.

Inquisitor Ravenno is considered to be the best among this group. Who knows if others will come and use more evil methods to pry something out.

"What I need to correct you is that it's not that I'm being mean, but if William Carter seizes the opportunity and surpasses me in progress, your Imperial Navy will be in trouble." He turned to look at Horatio and raised his eyebrows with a little pride.

"You have a point, but please don't pry into my inner thoughts next time." Horatio raised his eyebrows.

"I am also very distressed, because other people's thoughts naturally float into my mind, just like bubbles with words on them popping up above your heads, and I have to read them. Please don't make me sound like a voyeur, thank you."

The judge shrugged and looked innocent.

Horatio snorted and turned to the mohawk-head.

He squeezed the tendons in his hands.

It just so happened that I was feeling very angry yesterday and needed to vent a little, otherwise I would have felt extremely uncomfortable.

Of course, he would reserve his greatest anger for the mastermind behind the scenes.

However, releasing even a small amount of it is enough to leave you with an unusually large meatball the next day.

Inquisitor Ravenor knew that the young man had a lot of anger built up inside him and needed some space to vent it.

He asked the agents handling the scene to pour promethium fuel on other places first, avoid the gate for the time being, and wait for him to come out.

The horrific sounds of bones breaking and flesh twisting lasted for five minutes.

Horatio finally came out covered in blood, his calm and handsome face stained with dark red blood.

Louise wiped the blood off his face with a handkerchief.

She had worked with him for so long, but this was the first time she saw him being so cruel and terrifying.

He couldn't help but worry that the remaining scarlet corruption from the battle at the Cathedral of the Goddess was still lingering in his body and had not been eliminated.

"Thank you."

Horatio felt much better and gave her a relaxed smile. Then he turned to look at the Inquisitor who was smoking:
"Sorry for the delay. We can start now."

The Inquisitor then snapped his fingers.

Inquisitorial agents poured a final dose of promethium on the gate and the bodies outside.

The judge nodded, took a few puffs of the cigarette, and then flicked his index and middle fingers.

The cigarette butt landed on one of the bodies in a perfect arc.

call! ——

The raging fire spread instantly, greedily devouring everything with the help of promethium. The flames licked along the gray high walls. The high temperature baked the wall skin into curled and peeled pieces. Flames and thick smoke enveloped this cult bar converted from an old factory.

The black rusted steel structure above creaked and screamed in pain, slowly becoming limp under the fire, and finally collapsed, taking with it everything it supported.

These agents, wearing black coats and peaked caps, walked towards the shuttle hidden nearby. No one looked back at the flames rising into the sky.

No matter whether it was Horatio, Louise, Yoyo, or the Inquisition and his servants, each of them was murderous and exuded an invisible temperament that kept strangers away.

The fire became more and more fierce.

In the end, the flames that engulfed the entire building formed the "settlement background" for the successful first joint operation between the Imperial Navy Special Warfare Division and the Inquisition's Anti-Xenophobia Congregation.

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(End of this chapter)