#711 - Batman interrogation

"Beep beep beep!"

The urgent honking of a car horn jolted Nibi awake from his deep sleep. Immediately upon waking, he felt the biting cold wind scraping against his cheeks, followed by throbbing pain from his forehead.

It felt like a severe hangover, making his head spin. It wasn't until he shook his head that he realized it actually *was* spinning.

Because he was currently hanging upside down from a skyscraper hundreds of feet above the ground. Below his head was a bustling street. It was night, so the neon lights representing the city were lit up one by one, and the occasional car horns and screeching brakes sent chills down his spine.

Nibi used his core strength to try and lift himself up. His feet were tied together with a rope, the other end of which was tied to a gargoyle statue.

He was like a pitiful soul fallen into hell, hung above a boiling oil pot by a hellish ghoul, just waiting for the demon king to give the order to cut the rope and drop him in.

'I've been caught,' Nibi thought.

After that, Nibi wanted to activate the self-destruct magic on his body, but he found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't mobilize it.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, making it hard for Nibi to open his eyes. When he opened them again, he saw a burly figure squatting on the gargoyle that was holding him up.

Yang Le, who had deliberately timed his entrance, reached out and grabbed the rope holding Nibi, pulling him close and saying in a low voice, "Now, tell me everything you know!"

"Who are you? Why can't my self-destruct magic activate?"

Nibi naturally wouldn't answer Yang Le's question. He happened to have a head full of questions himself, so he wanted to answer a question with a question, but obviously, that wasn't the answer Yang Le wanted to hear.

"Wrong answer."

Before Yang Le finished speaking, his fist had already made a round trip on Nibi's face. With that punch, Nibi's originally handsome face was deformed. His right cheek bulged, and several teeth, mixed with blood, fell from his mouth.

"Puhahaha!"

Nibi laughed maniacally. This kind of physical pain couldn't scare him at all. The first step to becoming a spy was to undergo all kinds of training, including interrogation training.

The pain of punches and kicks couldn't make him open his mouth; at most, it would make him laugh heartily. Nibi had already prepared for the worst, thinking that the other party would use magic to torture him, but he didn't expect it to be such an unsophisticated method.

Nibi's laughter made Yang Le reveal a standard, Batman-would-not-approve look, but thinking about it, this kind of method for dealing with petty criminals certainly wouldn't scare a professional spy.

"I will make you talk."

As Yang Le said this, he released his hand. The rope hanging Nibi seemed to be telepathically connected to him, lengthening the moment Yang Le let go.

The continuously extending rope gave the dark elf a bungee jumping experience, and this kind of bungee jump without prior notice could bring extreme fear to animals that couldn't fly.

Watching the ground constantly enlarge in his eyes, Nibi couldn't help but start screaming. It wasn't that he was timid; this fear came from biological instinct. As long as it was a creature that couldn't fly, there was no way it wouldn't be afraid of this.

At a distance of about ten meters from the ground, a powerful pull came from his ankles, pulling Nibi, who was about to make intimate contact with the ground, back up until he was once again in front of Yang Le.

"Now, tell me everything you know."

"Wishful thinking!"

Yang Le's imitation of Batman's two interrogation methods didn't work at all. The other party probably grasped Yang Le's psychology of wanting to know information, felt that he wouldn't be killed, so he wasn't afraid of Yang Le's interrogation methods.

It seemed that he hadn't learned the essence of Batman's interrogation. Yang Le sighed. He gave up. Batman's methods didn't seem to be very suitable for him. He now needed to use some Yang Le-style methods.

"I gave you a chance."

As Yang Le said this, the helmet on his head began to change, instantly turning into a barred helmet locked with a padlock. From the gaps in the bars, one could see a pair of eyes emitting a faint white light staring straight into Nibi's eyes.

"Gulp!"

Nibi swallowed a mouthful of saliva. The originally calm and composed him didn't know why, but a trace of fear suddenly rose in his heart. It was clearly just a pair of glowing white eyes, but why did it make him feel fear?

"Crack! Squeak squeak~"

In Nibi's horrified eyes, the padlock on the fence was unlocked, and with the sound of an old wooden door opening, the fence door slowly opened.

"No! No! No!" Nibi's eyes widened, his eyes, as big as eggs, were filled with bloodshot, as if blood would burst out of them in the next second.

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"I'll tell you everything! I'll tell you whatever you want to know!"

The most primitive, the most top-level fear hadn't had time to be released, and Nibi's psychological defenses had already collapsed. An unknown liquid flowed from his crotch, and under the influence of gravity, it passed through his upper body and finally flowed to his face.

The disgusting scene in front of him made Yang Le frown. Afraid of scaring the spy to death, he closed his mask and then changed his face back from Toby's face.

This was a face that could scare even OBAs away. The most primitive, the purest fear could defeat all intelligent life. Even Yang Le didn't dare to look in the mirror when he turned into Toby; he knew he absolutely couldn't handle it.

In fact, Yang Le could have used mental control to directly obtain the answer. After all, Blood Ghouls had this ability, but he was currently playing Batman, and if he could, he really didn't want to use that method.

But unfortunately, his torture skills weren't up to par, so he still chose to cheat, but Batman also used fear to overwhelm his enemies, and he used Toby's face to use fear, so it should only count as him losing half.

Anyway, it was just him here, so if he said he lost half, then he lost half.

Next, it was much simpler. Nibi, whose psychological defenses had collapsed, could be said to answer whatever was asked. What Malekith and the nation, and the glory of the dark elves were all thrown to who knows where.

But just like Yang Le thought, the dark elf in front of him didn't know anything useful, but Yang Le didn't come away empty-handed. After some questioning, he obtained more information about the dark elf spies.

The number of known spies had increased from five to eight, and one of them was the supreme leader responsible for all the spies in Midgard.

In this way, Yang Le had his next goal, and at the same time, he couldn't help but sigh. If he followed the normal person's method to find clues, it would indeed be much slower. People like him who were used to using cheats were ultimately a bit unaccustomed to it.