Interrogation

"Hoo—" The enemy fainted, and Daisy let out a sigh. Using her abilities so frequently over such a prolonged period had taken a toll on her.

Taking off her robe and changing into her own clothes, she prepared to interrogate the enemy.

First, she stuffed a towel into the mouth of Viper. This individual had venomous teeth, and there was a chance she might wake up and strike Daisy unexpectedly. That wouldn't be good.

Interrogation couldn't be conducted at the Yashida estate. The S.H.I.E.L.D. contact point was also risky, as she could be swarmed by a large number of Hydra agents in a matter of seconds.

She needed a wide and undisturbed location.

Stepping out of the old house through teleportation, Daisy scanned her surroundings and soon found a warehouse. She broke the lock with a shockwave and entered, carrying Viper on her back.

Using four iron chains, she hung the captive in a spread-eagle position in midair.

The warehouse was dim and cool, and even in her shirt and jacket, Daisy felt a chill. She tightened her clothing.

She felt cold, and this individual, covered in only a few pieces of cloth, must be feeling even worse.

The cold wind blew through the place, the iron chains clinking. Daisy's lips were dry, and the dehydrated Viper slowly regained consciousness.

It had to be said that this person's physical resilience, willpower, and intelligence were remarkable. Upon regaining her senses, she started surveying the environment around her.

Realising that Daisy was her only captor, she furrowed her brows slightly.

The skill of temptation theoretically worked on both genders, but where there's smoke, there's fire.

She had been captured before but always managed to turn the situation around. Yet, this time, things felt especially eerie.

Both being women, and with Daisy being not only an attractive woman but also a trained agent, Viper doubted her charms would have much effect.

Especially considering the underlying hostility that Daisy had shown, the chances of her temptation working were close to zero.

As the cold wind blew, it grazed her smooth and delicate thighs, causing a shiver to run down her spine. Having just sweated, the chilly air induced a shiver through her entire body.

The sensation felt like her calf muscles were about to cramp, yet she maintained a charming smile. Even if her allure didn't work, she had to try to defuse the hostility as much as possible. Her leverage lay in Daisy's ignorance of Hydra's involvement.

And in truth, that was more or less the case. Daisy, unable to kill her outright, had to pretend she was unaware of Hydra's connection.

With her hands in her pockets, Daisy looked somewhat puzzled. "I've seen your picture. You're Dr. Green, the one who helped treat the old Yashida, right? Why would you come to kill me?"

Daisy considered how to lead the conversation toward something related to Hydra, all while avoiding giving away her own prior knowledge. To be honest, this was quite a test of her acting skills.

Unaware that Daisy was hesitant to kill her, the Snake Lady was also deep in thought, pondering how to preserve her own life and identity without revealing too much.

"It was Yashida's intention. He's displeased that you conspired with his son to seize his fortune." The Snake Lady put herself in Daisy's shoes, analyzing a reverse answer based on the information Daisy currently possessed, attempting to mislead her.

Daisy scrutinised her for a moment. "Sounds fabricated. There are so many people who aided Yashida Shingen, from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to the Ministry of Economy and Industry. Did he send you to kill all of them? Miss Green seems to be underestimating my intelligence."

Viper furrowed her brows slightly. She felt her own explanation was quite flawed, her lies subpar, and she blamed her lapse on severe dehydration.

Daisy produced a dagger and lightly traced the smooth side of it against the Snake Lady's skin.

The enemy chuckled, with a seductive tone in her laughter. "Torture and interrogation, huh? Haha! I've been captured fifteen times before, and every single one of them was a hundred times more brutal than you. Do you think I'm afraid?"

She finished with a mocking grin, but her damp hair clung to her face, marring the effect somewhat.

Daisy retracted the dagger. "You make a valid point. It seems conventional methods won't work. The next tactic will be a bit inhumane, and I apologise in advance."

With that, Daisy pressed her right hand against the Viper's abdomen and activated her ability, much to the captive's horror.

The vibration persisted for a full thirty minutes. Viper sweated profusely, as if drenched by rain. Her head tilted, and she once again lost consciousness.

When she groggily regained her senses, an hour had passed. Daisy held a tablet in her hand, as if playing a game...

"Aren't you going to talk yet?" Daisy tied her hair into a ponytail. Tonight, she was determined to crack open a hole.

Unscrupulous? Daisy didn't think of herself as unscrupulous. Who said that extracting information through harsh methods couldn't also be gentle, noiseless, and even provide some enjoyment?

The Snake Lady's gaze was a bit unfocused. Suspended in midair, her wrists and ankles bore the full force of gravity. Being subjected to Daisy's repeated vibrations in this state was truly uncomfortable.

"You... Are you a mutant? Such sinister abilities!" Viper's charm seemed to be waning, her alluring eyes now holding a glint of menace, like a snake lying in wait for an opportunity.

To be referred to as "sinister" by a leader of a super-terrorist organisation was something Daisy rather cheerfully accepted.

"A mutant? You've got it all wrong. This is just an Oriental massage technique. It seems you're not going to talk, huh? Let's continue!" Daisy eased her attitude, as if she were simply exercising her abilities as usual, without a hint of malicious intent.

Viper had to admit, she was incredibly resilient! Unlike with seducing men, her pride wouldn't allow her to scream in this situation. She held out for half an hour before fainting again.

Even in her unconscious state, her calf muscles continued twitching like noodles.

Daisy was growing impatient. Well, if they were going to play the waiting game, she could do that too. Dawn was still a long way off.

"Talk !" Buzz... The vibrations started again.

"Still stubborn, huh? Talk !" The vibrations continued...

...

"Achoo!" Before Daisy could ask another question, Viper let out a loud sneeze.

Daisy quickly glanced around outside. Silence surrounded them; no one seemed to have heard the sneeze.

"Well, well, quite clever. Trying to attract help with a sneeze?" Daisy gave a look that suggested she saw through the intention.

By this point, Viper was nearly on the brink of passing out. Her golden hair was damp and clung to her face, bloodshot veins surrounded her eyes, her lips were cracked, and her tall nose was now sniffling, letting mucus trickle down. Her appearance had little in common with that of a beauty.

Upon hearing Daisy's words, she almost passed out again. Without any remaining grace, she hoarsely exclaimed a stream of curses.

The initial few sentences were in Hungarian, which Daisy didn't understand. Later, Viper switched to Spanish, then French, and finally resorted to English.

Combining these, the message was clear: "I'm freezing to death! Quickly, give me something to wear!"

Daisy put on an appearance of sudden realisation, she though it was all an act.

Women care a lot about their image. Since torture wasn't working, Daisy decided to defeat her opponent in the area where she seemed most confident.

Not concerned about her dignity, concerned about her demeanour, right? The saying goes, "A head can be cut off, blood can be spilled, but the hairstyle must remain impeccable." Daisy assumed Viper had such a personality.

If she died of a cold, would the god of dark magic, Chthon, come after her ?