Chapter 31

As soon as Feigert got out of the car and arrived home, he saw two unfamiliar men standing in front of him. One of them asked coldly, 'Are you Feigert?' Although he phrased it as a question, it sounded more like an assertion.

Feigert looked at these two hostile men and cautiously replied, 'Who are you?' While speaking, he discreetly reached for his waist, but before he could grab his handgun, his wrist was seized by the other person with such force that he couldn't move. Just as he was about to shout, a piece of cloth was stuffed into his mouth, silencing his cry for help. Then, the other person skillfully put a black hood over his head, and he was lifted off the ground.

Watching all of this from a nearby car, Reinhard furrowed his brow. 'Is this how you dress for field operations?'

He had been occupied with internal affairs and today was his first time participating in an external operation. But the attire of the operatives on the mission truly widened his eyes. They still carried the style of their predecessors from the previous war. Gray clothing, gray hats, shifting glances, pale faces, carrying a cane, and even wearing comical fake mustaches. It was as if they were afraid others wouldn't know they were secret agents.

It was embarrassing to watch!

However, his assistant nodded earnestly. 'Yes, Deputy Director, is there a problem?'

Reinhard rubbed the goosebumps on his arm and grumbled, 'A problem? Of course, there's a problem. Are you trying to be funny or do you want everyone to instantly recognize you as secret agents?'

The assistant asked in confusion, 'Then how should we dress?'

'You should be dressed like an ordinary person. Your appearance is no different from a policeman with sirens blaring, going to apprehend criminals. Our line of work requires utmost discretion. Even if you were thrown into the street, you should blend seamlessly into the crowd.'

Regardless, the arrest operation proceeded smoothly without alerting anyone, and Fugate was bound and taken to the interrogation room at the intelligence agency.

Several burly men who had been idly playing cards nearby stood up. 'Ha, it's been a while since we've had some action. Finally, we can stretch our muscles. Hurry up, get him up. Same old routine, let's beat him first and then ask questions.'

Reinhard, who had just arrived, spoke up. 'His Highness has ordered not to leave any marks.'

'No marks?' One of the burly men paused, raised a whip with fingers as thick as sausages, and looked at the various types of torture instruments hanging on the surrounding walls. He shook his head helplessly. 'Deputy Director, you've put me in a bind.'

Reinhard took out the note Wilhelm had given him and glanced at the instructions. 'You two go and bring a few buckets of water. You two, tie him to that board. Put something on the end of the board to get him upside down.'

This was an interrogation room, and it was equipped with everything imaginable. Soon, Feigert was tied to the wooden board, and the cloth in his mouth was removed. 'Who are you people? What do you want? Do you know who I am?'

'I don't give a damn who you are,' one of the burly men sneered, and as per Reinhard's orders, a towel was placed over Feigert's face, and a bucket of water was poured onto his face.

Five seconds later, Reinhard raised his hand. 'Stop.'

Feigert coughed violently. Just as he was catching his breath, he heard the command, 'Again.'

Just as they were about to pour for the third time, a foul smell emanated from Feigert's lower body.

One of the burly men couldn't help but curse, 'Damn, this guy lost control of his bodily functions.'

Reinhard, feeling disgusted, took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose, walked over, and lifted the wet towel from Fugate's face. 'Mr. Feigert, can we have a proper conversation now?'"

Feigert had never experienced such a painful feeling in his life. Tears and snot were already all over the place. "What are you going to talk about?" he exclaimed.

"G43. Who instructed you to present false reports to deceive His Majesty the Emperor? Was it Mauser's people who instructed you?"

"G43?" Feigert felt that he was in big trouble. With a pale face, he spoke, "No, that was entirely my own idea. It has nothing to do with them."

Reinhard regretfully pursed his lips. "Continue."

"No!" Feigert's scream only managed to get out half a syllable before cold water mercilessly poured into his mouth. He once again experienced the fear of imminent death.

After repeating it twice, Reinhard lifted the towel again. This time, without him speaking, Feigert shouted, "Whoever you say, I admit it! Can't we stop now? Please, I can't take it anymore!"

Reinhard sneered. "That's right. If you had recognized it earlier, you wouldn't have suffered this ordeal. Record his statement."

Watching Feigert being escorted out, a burly man beside him shook his head in disappointment. "Tsk, this guy is such a weakling. I think this is the easiest interrogation I've seen."

Reinhard chuckled. "It's not necessarily that he's weak; it's the Crown Prince's interrogation methods that are formidable. Why don't you give it a try?"

"I really want to try." The burly man lay on the board, eager to prove himself. He believed that if he held his breath, he could endure at least three or four minutes. How could he possibly soil himself like that weakling a few seconds after losing control?

Unfortunately, things didn't go as he hoped. A few seconds later, the burly man rolled to the side, coughing violently. "What the hell is this?! I almost drowned!"

If Annie were present, she would have looked down on him with contempt. "CIA agents can only withstand it for 14 seconds. Who do you think you are to last any longer?"

Due to the tilt of the head downwards and the feet upwards, the water that falls on the face keeps flowing into the nostrils. Even if you hold your breath, you still feel the air being sucked out, as if a vacuum cleaner quickly sucks all the air out of your lungs within 4-5 seconds. In this stimulation, the body instinctively exhales, trying to expel the water by exhaling. But the water can't be expelled; it only continues to pour in.

Although the lungs are empty, the person still tries to exhale to drive away the water, but there is no air left to exhale. At this point, the feeling of choking and the fear intensify several times. When a few more seconds pass, the person begins to inhale water, and at this point, the feeling of fear is already indescribable in words. Few people can endure until this point.

Reinhard looked at the burly man's miserable appearance, smiled, and turned to leave the interrogation room. He secretly sighed, finding it increasingly difficult to understand this Crown Prince.

This was the intelligence department, and everyone here was well-versed in this procedure. Soon, a statement signed and marked by Feigert was delivered to Reinhard. Without delay, he carefully examined it and hurriedly went to Wilhelm's office.

As Wilhelm read through the statement, he casually asked, "Water torture, is it effective?"

Reinhard nodded in agreement. "Very effective. I don't think anyone can withstand this punishment."

Wilhelm stood up and prepared to leave. "Alright, you've worked hard. Take control of the Intelligence Department as soon as possible. There's still a lot for you to do."

"Yes!"