There is a traditional craft in the interrogation world called fatigue tactics, and even those who have not experienced it can probably guess what it is like.The interrogator will use bright light, noise, temperature, skin pain, etc., to prolong the interrogation time and repeat some simple questions, and the interrogator will easily confess because he cannot concentrate and cannot fight the electrical signals generated by the body's instinct in the brain when drowsiness attacks.Of course, because there are many people who will bend to the trick in order to sleep, fatigue tactics are not allowed in today's American police circles.But Batman is not a cop, he likes to inflict pain and fear on others.Besides, his current methods are more like an upgraded version of the past, in the past, he used to destroy the enemy's willpower through physical torture, but now he has replaced it with chemical methods, but it is still a lot more elegant.The Doom Blues didn't answer his question, and he wasn't in a hurry, but just gave the other party an airway totomy and intubation when he was about to go into shock due to poor breathing.Then he pinched the gas tube outside his body, and continued to wait, no longer asking, but like a cat playing with a mouse, he breathed and cut off for a while, letting the doomsday blues hover on the edge of pain and relief.The other party's body couldn't bear it, so he continued to use other medicines, any cardiotonics, adrenaline, all of which were pricked into the other party; Later, in order to refresh the other party, Batman also broke and dislocated the mage's two arms with a smile.Doomsday Blues has a thorn charm, theoretically, whether it is a tracheotomy, an injection, or a broken bone for him, Zon himself will suffer a hundred times the pain of backlash, which is one of the main factors why Konstantin is helpless in the past.But Batman remained the same, and he used his willpower to fight the pain, even as if the damage from the magic bounce was non-existent."
Whoa!
Whew!
”The sorcerer writhed and struggled, arching and falling on the ground with his back like a fish out of water.But Batman still controls him to the death, and in terms of strength, a wizard is no match for the Dark Knight at all.The cycle goes on and on, and the torture never seems to end, nor does it stop due to external factors, as Batman even takes the time to call in a bat-flyer, fire dry ice cannonballs, and cool down and extinguish the fire."
Do you hate us?
Answer me!
Nod or shake your head. ”The snorkel was released again, and the wizard returned to the side of the tipping point with his eyes rolling, and Zon repeated the previous question.Interrogations are all like this, starting with inconsequential questions and cultivating the habit of answering the target.The willpower of the Doomsday Blues is not considered a strength, after all, Konstantin himself is a scumbag, and he can sacrifice anyone to protect himself, so how good can his replica in the Laughing Universe be?
So he finally nodded honestly.Seeing this, Zon smiled with satisfaction, and he stabbed the military morphine into the chest of Doom Blues, and then began the next interrogation.A few minutes later, Batman thoughtfully drops the doomsday blues and steps aside to think quietly.The sorcerer, who looked like a broken willow, squirmed, leaning his back against the bar with difficulty, apparently the effect of morphine had made his condition much better, and the tracheotomy was indeed useful, and his voice became a little strange, but at least he could talk and laugh."
Hehe, ahem, heh, you didn't actually find a blank at all, right?"
Communication inevitably occurs during the interrogation, and communication is the interaction of information and intelligence, and the treacherous man soon discovers that the questions raised by Batman, although strange, presumably revolve around the 'blank'.He soon realized why, and thus developed a deformed joy of revenge at the knowledge that he might die soon, but that the enemy would not live long."
You don't have to bother with this, I will always find out where she is, you have very few things to confess, it seems that for 'my master', you are just an insignificant chess piece."
Zorn Bat turned his face slightly, the corners of his mouth raised upward, obviously not too worried."
We're all pawns, Batman, ahem!
Any universe we live in is not supposed to exist, we are all fictional characters, controlled by the invisible mastermind behind the scenes, and the only way to get rid of this control is death. ”The mage was in great pain even when he spoke, which could be seen from his facial expressions, but his tone at this time was full of a kind of crazy lightness, telling what he thought was reality: "I want to save you, we can obviously die together with dignity, and drag TM's hell to die together, cough cough cough!!
”"I've heard of your crazy theories from the Laughing Bat, John."
Zoon turned to leave, he shook his head, and replied firmly: "But you are still too short-sighted, have you ever thought that what made you have the above thoughts is actually a hallucination made up by someone?"
”“.”
Doomsday Blues was silent, maybe it was too much blood, maybe the strength of the wine had passed again, he opened his mouth and didn't say anything for a long time.Batman didn't say anything about this, he walked to the door of the restaurant that had been burned by the fire and was still smoking, and pulled it open with a creaking and rubbing sound: "I'm gone, John, I don't think we'll see each other again." ”"Ahem!
What?
You don't kill my mother?
”The blues seem to be pulled back into reality, with a sense of overjoy."
I'm Batman, and of course I don't kill people."
Zorn walked out of the shop and into the dark and rainy night, his cloak splashing faintly under the rain, but soon disappeared with him, and only his farewell words could be heard: "He's yours, you know what to do." ”After that, there was no sound outside the door.And just when the doomsday blues was confused and didn't know what was going on, he suddenly felt that his vision was blocked by a shadow, it was a completely rotten face, as if it had been burned by fire, this man who smelled like a rotting corpse came out of nowhere, but spoke in a voice like in his mouth!
But not with the fallen Doomsday Blues, because when he spoke, he looked at the no-man's land, as if he was talking to the charred floor: "Oh, old iron, I like teaming up with Batman too much, the Justice League always dislikes him for not saying anything, so that they don't have a sense of participation, I'm different, like this kind of job that can make money without even a drop of sweat, I really love it."
Well, it's not like I didn't sweat a drop, I was roasted on the wooden floor when I was on fire. ”While chatting with the non-existent audience, Deadpool pulled out the twin knives behind his back, and he simply slashed off the head of Doom Blues with a staggered click like a large pair of scissors.
(End of chapter)