211 Chapter 211 (2/2)
«I am Roman Melnikov from Inducie!..»
Another ringing slap.
Rasya whispered Charge in the ear. – «Boss, I doubt the neophyte's skills to get the information! He is not omnipotent, after all! He doesn't know what he's doing... What's the point of beating the poor guy?!»
Charge crossed his arms. – «Patience. He asked for ten minutes. Let's wait and see…»
Rasya had to watch the unpleasant scene, her heart aching for the poor guy.
The thief screamed desperately:
« I'm Roman Melnikov, I swear! I beg you to stop beating me! Call my parents, they will confirm everything! Please!»
«Neophyte.» – Charge began, taking a step forward. – «Let's make a call and find out everything... He said it himself... Why don't you cooperate with him?»
The boss coughed in his hand and assumed an impartial look as soon as he met Kyon's scornful gaze. Charge could get angry and put this know-it-all in his place, but after the recent events, he did not want to come into conflict with this brilliant monster. He'd only make things worse, looking like a complete idiot.
«Don't disgrace the department, boss!» – Kyon said curtly. His tone brooked no contradictions. – «It is as clear as day that his call would be a signal of danger to the entire guild of thieves! If I weren't here, you would never catch them with this approach. As for his words... There are at least ten signs that he is lying.» - When he finished, he hit the prisoner again on the cheek and repeated the question.
Charge took a step back, keeping quiet. He felt ashamed of his reckless words. He was afraid to look at his subordinates. What if they considered him a fool? The neophyte was really a prodigy! It was pointless to argue with him.
The thief groaned in frustration. The investigator in the black mask could read him like an open book. Too dangerous, bastard... All he could do was to bite off his tongue and die of blood loss! However, he wanted to live so much! He still hoped to see his beloved Lanai again. Besides, he felt weak all over. He wasn't strong enough to bite through his tongue...
Kyon took a needle and stuck it the thief in the knee joint, then he poured Synergy through the needle, stimulating the nervous system.
«А-aа-а-аа-а-аа-а-аа-а-аа-а-аа-а-ааh!» – The thief screamed his bloody head off. He had never experienced this agony in all his life! It was like white-hot rods piercing his legs! A terrible, hellish pain!
Kyon took out the needle.
«Name?» - He asked in a cold voice, looking into the thief's eyes.
«Tymoshka! I'm Tymoshka! Gods, I am Tymoshka! Stop it, please! А-а-а-аааh!»
«Last name?!» – Kyon demanded.
«Mironov! My family name is Mironov! Sir!» – The thief yelled hoarsely.
«What's your leader's name?»
While the neophyte was asking the questions, the seven investigators looked at each other, puzzled. Their faces were shocked, amazed, even terrified. Judging by the thief's reaction, he was telling everything under the inhuman pain! But Kyon had only used a needle! What was the secret?
At least one thing was clear. He was Timoshka Mironov, the thief.
Kyon had applied the torture method from his own world. With the help of Synergy, he could stimulate the nervous system so that the victim stayed conscious, feeling hellish pain with no harm to the body (except for the harmless needle piercing). One needle is enough for 99.99% of people. The majority cracks after one short stimulation, while others need two or three longer periods of stimulation. Only every ten-thousandth takes two needles that stimulate the nervous system with pain.
Kyon's masters once found out the limits experimenting on Kyon. It took five needles of long stimulation. The human brain can't possibly perceive more electrical signals.
Timoshka gave up after one needle and a short stimulation. He wasn't prepared for this level of torture. Even death looked like a good idea during them. He would rather sell his soul to the devil than ever experience such excruciating unbearable pain again.
Kyon stopped interrogating the poor fellow. He looked at the seven shocked investigators and laughed. – «What's wrong with your faces, guys?»
Rasya nervously squeezed her wrist, feeling sorry for the handsome thief with wet underpants.
Charge stepped forward Kyon and gingerly poked him with a finger. – «You're fucking real! I thought I was dreaming! How on earth did you do it?! Our best executioner can't hold a candle to you! You just pierced the needle, and that was it?..»
«Acupuncture. The rarest pain technique in the world. I won't teach it anyone, so forget about it.» – Kyon said, raising his brow. – «Well? Did you remember everything? Or shall I write it down for you?»
Charge ran his fingers through his hair. Then he bustled about in search of a pen and a notebook. The boss did the work that servants usually did! The neophyte's authority had increased nearly to Charge's level.
Soon, the seven investigators returned to the analytics department. Their faces lit up when they looked at Kyon. They held him in high respect and admiration.
«Here, drinks are on me!» – Charge cried out happily.
«Cheers!» … «The lost cause is making great strides!» … «Kudos to the neophyte!» – The high-ranking investigators shouted, excited. Their department would get awesome awards!
Now they knew the meeting date of the thieves, about a week from today. They get to prepare a nice ambush, and then the second issue in the kingdom would be solved!
Kyon was pleased with the result. He had achieved maximum effects with minimum efforts. He had to find the second brother yet, then Sauron himself. His birds would scour the forest for him. It would be a cushy task that would take him a few weeks max. Kyon could fulfill Vladimir's task before the tournament started and become an investigator of the 2nd rank! And after that, he would deal with the demons.