Chekov looked fierce, with an expression of surprise on his face.
The broad arms struggled hard.
The sound of metal colliding came from behind.
Apparently he was handcuffed to the chair.
In front of Chekov is Ye Zhen.
Before Chekov lost consciousness, he still remembered that he was at the gate of the Foreign Language School.
We are only one step away from controlling the target.
At this critical moment, a Chinese came out to cause trouble.
Chekov said fiercely, "A Chinese agent?"
"You are affiliated with Bureau 749, right."
"A person with special powers or a qigong master?"
Generally speaking, Xiao Zhou and Lao Chen do the interrogation work.
It’s just that Chekov has the power of mind control.
If they were alone in a room with Chekov.
The other person will be mind controlled.
In this way, the spirit guardian wants to escape imprisonment or something.
It’s simply not too easy.
Chekov remembered before he lost consciousness.
I just want to control the Chinese people in front of me.
Failed to control yourself?
Chekov thought of a possibility.
The Chinese in front of me is also a person with mind control ability?
And his mental power far exceeds his own?
This is impossible!
Chekov doesn’t believe that Ye Zhen’s mental power is stronger than his own?
Chekov recalled that the spiritual guards on his side wanted to control Ye Zhen.
But the next second, he was immediately struck back by his spirit. He fell to the ground, foamed at the mouth and rolled his eyes.
Such a level of mental backlash against defense.
Chekhov himself could do it.
Even Chekov's spiritual guards if they want to control Chekov.
He can turn his mental guards directly into unconscious vegetative states.
So Chekov was able to survive the mental backlash.
Infer the strength of Ye Zhen’s mental power.
It should be weaker than his own mental power.
But why am I the one who is unconscious?
In fact, Ye Zhen did not let Chekov's mental power invade his spiritual world at all.
In front of Ye Zhen, their mental power was like a worm shaking a tree.
Ye Zhen was afraid that he would kill them accidentally.
We still need to leave two alive.
So Chekov was actually bounced back by his own brain waves.
Chekov wondered if he had suffered some other murderous attack.
It made people unconscious.
Otherwise, it is impossible for my mental control to fail on Ye Zhen.
Just when Chekov wanted to take action and 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. Has his mind been read?
It is not that Chekov has never seen such abilities as mind reading.
Chekov is not sure at all now about the Chinese young man in front of him.
What abilities do you have?
"Now I ask you something and you answer something." Ye Zhen took out a photo.
The one in the photo is a white-haired girl.
"Who is this?" Ye Zhen asked.
Chekov watched the photo in his hand reach Ye Zhen’s hand.
Chekov remained silent and did not answer.
People from the Special Forces Bureau like them have received special training that is even stricter than that of the KGB.
Many of them were selected from the KGB.
This ordinary interrogation is not painful at all for them.
Ye Zhen saw that Chekov was not cooperative at all.
Originally, Ye Zhen was not an interrogation expert.
I have no experience in interrogation either.
I saw a faint green flame coming out of Ye Zhen's fingers.
Like the fire of the netherworld coming from the Nine Netherworld. Chekov saw the flames that suddenly appeared 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.
That trace of green flame fell on Chekov.
A majestic seven-foot man like Chekov is a fighting nation of Maozi Kingdom.
I have never been afraid of forcing a confession by words or deeds.
Chekov and the others in the Supernatural Bureau have all received professional training.
But when Chekov's body came into contact with that wisp of green flame.
Chekov's face immediately distorted, and a shrill roar suddenly sounded from Chekov's mouth.
"This is the soul fire fueled by your mental power." Ye Zhen kindly explained to Chekov.
"The stronger the mental power, the longer the person will burn."
"The damage will be higher."
Chekov's mouth and nose are drooling.
The pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow was unbearable even for a fighting nation like him.
It is no longer the category of physical pain.
Ye Zhen knows some people like them.
They are all trained in anti-interrogation.
Keeping your mouth shut is just the most basic thing.
The physical torture was simply not enough to make them speak.
What about the pain in the soul?
Chekov's whole body was red with pain, and veins swelled on his forehead and arms.
Chekov immediately shouted loudly, "I say, I say anything!"
Chekov's mental power is far more powerful than ordinary mental guards.
So this soul fire is for Chekov.
It's like water droplets dripping into a hot oil pan.
It exploded instantly.
Seeing that Ye Zhen had no intention of stopping, he looked at himself calmly.
Chekov didn't see any emotion in Ye Zhen's eyes.
Neither happy nor sad.
"The person in the photo is called Lilia!" Chekov immediately remembered the question Ye Zhen just asked.
Ye Zhen then asked, "Why did you come to her?"
Chekov jumped in pain on the chair, and his wrists and feet were already stained with blood.
But Chekov, who was handcuffed, could not move at all.
Chekov screamed, feeling his soul burning.
My own mental power is like firewood, making the soul fire burn stronger and stronger.
The feeling of pain is getting stronger and stronger.
Chekov roared, "It's our supernatural agency, let us secretly bring people back to the country."
"I don't know anything about the rest 1"
"Please! Kill me! Kill me!"
Chekov felt as if his scalp was being slowly peeled off.
That kind of mental torture and severe pain.
Chekov wished he could die immediately.
Originally, severe pain like this will cause the human body to activate its self-protection mechanism.
That would make people pass out directly.
Unfortunately, Ye Zhen's soul fire is directly a burning soul.
There is no chance of you passing out.
Chekov kept banging his head on the table in front of him.
I kowtowed my head until it was bleeding.
But this did not reduce Chekhov's pain at all.
"What is her identity?" Ye Zhen was curious, who is this girl's identity?
Do you need to go to such great lengths to take it back to Maozi’s country?
A descendant of someone with a particularly important identity.
Or is it that the white-haired girl is special in her own right?
Chekov shouted at the top of his lungs, "I don't know, I really don't know anything anymore!"
"I just know the content of the mission and the mission goal."
"What's the rest? I don’t even know!”(End of this chapter)