?Mobile reading Thud… gulp… After a good beating, Qin Feng coldly told him, “I only asked you how much compensation you’d get for killing me. That should have been easy for you to answer—something not involving any of your organization’s confidential information, right?” The man had taken a solid beating and had been deeply committed to his beliefs. However, upon hearing this, he thought it over and realized it made sense—why not answer the question at all? At least that way, he wouldn’t have to endure as much suffering. He opened his mouth and said, “The compensation for your death is eight million euros—I’ve already told you. You only asked me one question, and I expected you to honor your promise!” “Rest assured—we Chinese are very trustworthy. Take good care of yourself,” he said, and then turned to walk toward the third interrogation room. Due to the deteriorating sound insulation, the other two could hear their teammates being beaten, but no other sounds were audible. The third person was precisely the one who had fired the rocket shells. After Qin Feng entered, he stepped on his leg and said, "You're from the Death Angels, right? Your payment for killing me is eight million euros—correct?" The astonishment on this man's face was no less than that of his fellow companion; he simply couldn't believe that the two others had confessed. "Your two teammates couldn't withstand my interrogation tactics," Qin the Young smiled. "They've all admitted everything. Now, will you choose to cooperate or resist? Don't think I haven't reminded you—you were trained together. They couldn't bear it, neither can you. Rather than endure another beating and then speak, just open up now. I'll ask you just one question: after completing the mission, how will you divide the eight million euro payment?" The man remained silent and ended up receiving a good beating. In the same way, Qin Dashi extracted from him the details of how the money would be divided—specifically, the Action Team would receive 3.6 million, and the remaining 4.4 million would be split equally between the two. They were responsible for weapons transportation, intelligence gathering, and some preparatory work. In fact, the first person had said nothing at all—only endured a good beating. Qin Feng successfully deceived the second and third individuals by leveraging the fact that they were Death Angels. The next step was to open the first person’s mouth; once that was done, all three would have spoken. If they could speak once, they could certainly speak again and again. Upon arriving at the first interrogation room, the man had not yet opened his mouth when he suddenly said, “You must be disappointed, right? My fellow companion and I are just as determined as each other—we won’t answer your questions. Give up now!” Qin Dashi smiled, extended two fingers, and shook them back and forth, saying, “You’re mistaken. They’re not as strong as you think. They’ve all chosen to cooperate.” "You're lying! I don't believe you. You're trying to create discord, thinking I'll fall for it?" He laughed with great confidence. "Very well, here's proof," Qin said with a smile. "You're people from the Death Angels. Your fee for killing me is eight million euros—three million six hundred thousand euros go to the killer, and the rest, two million four hundred thousand euros each, to you two. Is that correct? That's exactly what my colleague told me. Otherwise, how could I possibly know?" The man immediately went stiff with surprise—he himself didn't believe his colleague would confess. Qin Feng grabbed his hair with his hands, pulling his blood-streaked face up, and said coldly, "Clearly, your colleague understands the situation better than you do. They've all chosen to cooperate. Only you remain stubborn, clinging to your old ways. What sense does that make? You may choose not to speak, but they will. In the end, they will survive, while you will have only one path to death!" "It's impossible. They can't possibly cooperate with you." "He exclaimed hysterically, 'Even if you let them go, the organization will still kill them. In the end, it's still death. They're choosing to compromise just to live a few more days—aren't they fools?' Qin Feng slapped the table and said, 'I've promised they'll spend the rest of their lives in Chinese prisons. You should know that prisons are the safest place—though they lose freedom, they'll live on. Isn't that right? I'm giving you one final chance. I only have one question. As long as you answer it, it means you're choosing to cooperate. How many members does the Death Angel have?' One by one, deeper and more complex questions—this was Qin's strategy. Thus, he gathered more intelligence. Under the dual pressures of survival and seeking revenge for their betrayal, the three simply couldn't stop speaking once they started. An hour later, he appeared before Zhou Mingchu with a satisfied expression, holding a detailed statement. 'Done,' Zhou said, skeptical. "Of course, I've taken care of everything. Is there anything left to be done?" He smiled, handing over the statement. "These three have been ordered by senior management to infiltrate our country with the explicit objective of eliminating me. As for their organizational structure and other details, everything is clearly outlined in the report—your case is now closed!" "That's absolutely incredible," Zhou said. "How did you manage that?" Qin Feng shrugged. "It's nothing special—just mimicked the rigorous interrogation techniques your police officers use under pressure. Rest assured, I didn't kill them. They only appear severely injured; in reality, they barely sustained any minor injuries!" Zhou Mingchu stared, thinking that this was quite acceptable. After all, he wasn't a police officer himself, and he had powerful backing from figures like Wei Qingshan. Even if this were known, what could be done about it? He quickly reviewed the statement. Although several questions remained unanswered, since the three had now spoken, he could always revisit them later whenever he needed more information. Qin Feng walked several meters away, then turned back and said, "By the way, I promised they would spend their lives in prison—doesn't that sound like a reasonable condition?" Zhou Uncle shook his head and said, "That's not unreasonable; that was actually their intended destination all along!" Not far from the provincial hall, Isabella appeared at the副driver's seat. "Everything has been verified," the beautiful officer asked. "Surface-level details are clear, but I feel increasingly confused," Qin Feng frowned. "According to their accounts, they were trained from a young age, and the training methods closely resemble those of the Death Island. In theory, a secret organization like Death Island should never leak any information—let alone its methods for training assassins!" The beautiful officer replied, "I also find that the three of them resemble people I've personally trained. Have you asked them?" "Yes, I have. They said they only knew the name 'Death Island'—nothing else." "Qin Feng said: 'The Death Angel is a substantial organization, with dozens of core members and over two hundred operational staff. These three individuals rank fairly low within the organization, and notably, they don't have any assigned clients when they receive their missions!' The female instructor furrowed her brows: 'Then it must have been a direct order from upper management—quite unusual. If this is an internal organizational operation, why are they offering such high compensation?'"