Interrogation

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Note: I’ve been transferred by HQ to another branch. Not sure if my workload will increase or not. So if anyone interested to continue this, just do it. Otherwise, it’ll be on hiatus until I settle down at my new workplace.

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So? Where’s your hideout?

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“Heh! I’m not going to tell you! You were going to get killed anyway! Do your best to find them!”

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The captured bandit tells him off.

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Then Patrick comes in.

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“What do you got? Did he speak?”

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He asked.

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“No sir. He won’t talk. If I hit him, he’ll just say something hateful.”

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The soldier replies.

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“Let me try.”

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Patrick laughed as he said this.

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“So? You don’t feel like talking, do you?”

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The bandit with the swollen face.

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“If I tell you and then I die and you don’t, why would I tell you?”

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“Well, you’re right. So shut the fuck up. Let me blow off some steam.”

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Patrick smirked at that.

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He holds the needle in his hand.

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He sticks the needle between his nails and fingers.

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It was a friendly smile, the soldier who is holding the bandit down, is also smiling.

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The bandit’s voice of distress in its place.

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“I won’t spit it out like this!”

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The pliers are used to peel off the nails.

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After peeling 20 nails, he crushes the bones in the fingertips with the pliers.

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Next, he takes out a hammer and smashes the base of his fingers.

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Next, at the shins, elbows, knees, and these areas, the bandit passes out, but he beats him back up.

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The work was done carefully so that no blood would come out.

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The bandit, who was screaming loudly at first, only trembled at the sight of Patrick after being beaten up.

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Even the soldiers on his side were trembling.

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“I’ll say…I’ll say it!”

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“Don’t say it! I don’t mind if I hurt you even more first. I’m just trying to keep you from dying, and I’m struggling to keep you from bleeding out! I still want to hit you.”

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Without changing his expression, Patrick takes out one of the jars.

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Potion.

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It is a secret potion created by the elves. When you drink it, your wounds will heal instantly.

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However, for some reason, it doesn’t work on serious, life-threatening injuries.

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There are various theories, such as the fact that the healing of wounds is not enough to heal the severely life-threatening wounds, or that it protects the elves’ demand for healing magic.

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There are also rumors that although it is a fairly expensive potion, the elves sell it only to the human race in a degraded version that they would not use themselves.

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It is a potion that has been used and cured three of their injured men.

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Forcing the bandit to open his mouth and drink the potion instantly cure him.

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“Well, let’s go for another round.”

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Patrick says the words with a refreshing smile.

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“Say! I’ll say it!!”

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“Hey, my company commander is scary.”

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“I would never oppose him.”

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“Me too!”

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The voice of the soldier who had been holding him down echoed quietly.

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