Buzzing—

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Austin."

Accompanied by the sound of the electronic door opening, Kozmo once again came to the interrogation room where Feng Bujue was being held. And this time... he brought a box of "tools" as promised.

"I hope you'll like this box of torture instruments." Kozmo placed the suitcase on the table, carefully opened it, and deliberately displayed the contents of the box in front of Jue-ge, "In addition to some classic tools, there are also many novel little gadgets..." His tone was as if he were listing family treasures, "For example, this pair of pliers is more effective than any tooth extraction equipment in a dental clinic; and that thing that looks like a steel needle is perfect for removing eyeballs..."

He said this with a smug look, wanting to create psychological pressure on the person about to be tortured. However, before he could finish his words, an unexpected turn of events occurred!

It was a scene that happened in a flash! Jue-ge suddenly sprang up, his hands working in unison, and with lightning speed, he grabbed two sharp instruments from the box and quickly inserted them into Kozmo's hands.

Kozmo never expected the other party to make such a move. As an expression of astonishment appeared on his face, his left palm had already been pierced through by a steel needle, and his right forearm had been pierced by a large pair of scissors. The tips of both sharp instruments were firmly pressed against the metal tabletop, making it impossible for him to pull his hands away.

"Hmm... I really like the things in this box. Thank you for bringing them in for me." In the next second, Feng Bujue spoke with a sinister smile as he stood up, "Heh... Judging from your expression, you underestimated the situation..." As he spoke, his strong and powerful hands maintained control over the two sharp instruments, not giving the other party any chance to break free, "You probably thought that a person under surveillance, with his hands and feet cuffed, wouldn't be able to pull off any tricks, right?"

"You bastard..." Kozmo was also a tough guy. After these few seconds, he had recovered slightly from the pain and shock and quickly made a deduction, "Could it be... you used the thumb dislocation method under everyone's eyes..."

"Indeed~" Feng Bujue replied in a pedantic tone, and continued, "The more skilled a magician is, the better he is at performing tricks right under people's noses. The key trick is... to make good use of the audience's 'psychological blind spot'." As he spoke, he increased the force in his hands, "This room is very narrow, with no furniture other than this simple set of tables and chairs. And in this small space, I am tightly cuffed, and monitored by two surveillance cameras at both ends of the ceiling..." After briefly describing the situation in the room, he continued, "In this situation, the people watching me in the monitoring room... will instead become more lax, because they will subconsciously think that I can't do anything."

"So... you used the table to block your movements... and unlocked the handcuffs." Kozmo picked up the thread and muttered.

"Hmph... you guessed right." Feng Bujue snorted coldly, "Speaking of which, I have to thank you... because you beat me up badly before, so when I made the pose of 'leaning forward and趴伏 on the table', it seemed reasonable. And under the cover of this posture, as long as I don't make too big of a movement, I can easily take off the handcuffs quietly under the table."

"It seems I guessed right..." Kozmo trembled as he continued, "You are a well-trained special agent..."

"You're overthinking it, Officer Kozmo." Feng Bujue said with a smile, "Professional knowledge and psychological qualities can be cultivated on your own. The key is whether you're interested."

Before he finished speaking, Jue-ge launched another surprise attack. He released the steel needle he was holding tightly, and his right hand suddenly lifted and grabbed Kozmo's hair.

Bang—

In an instant, he forcefully pulled and pressed, slamming the other party's forehead heavily on the table.

"Ugh..." Kozmo groaned in pain and raised his left hand with the steel needle pierced through it, trying to block Feng Bujue.

But...

Bang, bang, bang—

Jue-ge showed no mercy and struck again, making the other party's head and the metal table make three more intimate contacts.

Kozmo quickly lost consciousness, his upper body slumped motionless on the table, and his raised left hand also drooped weakly.

Buzzing—

At that very second, the electronic door of the room was opened.

After less than a minute, the security guards who had immediately gathered and set off after seeing the surveillance footage had already crossed the corridor and rushed into the room.

"Back off!" Feng Bujue roared as he turned his head, "Anyone who takes another step forward will be killed!"

It was a coincidence that the first security guard to rush in was Gore, "Raise your hands... or I'll shoot!"

Feng Bujue's expression remained unchanged, and a sharp instrument in his hand was already pressed against Kozmo's temple, "You shoot, he dies."

"Put down your weapon! Raise your hands!" Gore didn't back down either, "I advise you not to resist pointlessly, Austin. Your reaction can't be faster than a bullet!"

"Is that so?" At this moment, Feng Bujue smiled.

That smile sent a chill down the spines of the three security guards who had already stepped into the doorway.

That smile was full of contempt for life. Anyone who saw this expression would undoubtedly believe that the owner of this smile was an antisocial desperado—he didn't care about the lives of others, nor did he care about his own life. This kind of person could gladly and joyfully face mental pressure that ordinary people couldn't bear, and casually "gamble" on such things.

"Are you going to get out or not?" After a brief stalemate, Feng Bujue spoke again, "If you don't get out, I'll cut something off him first..." He did what he said, and the blade in his hand had already extended towards Kozmo's ear.

"Wait!" Gore quickly stopped him, "I understand... I'll back off." As he said this, he made a gesture to the other two beside him.

The security guards immediately moved sideways a few steps, retreating back into the corridor outside the door, but Gore still leaned half of his body against the door, not letting the electronic door close; the muzzle of the gun in his hand was still aimed at Jue-ge.

"Close the door!" Feng Bujue wouldn't let the other party get what they wanted. The moment Gore retreated, the situation had already turned to Jue-ge's side, "I'll count to three. If this door is still open, I'll make a hole in his head too. One... two..."

He counted extremely fast, leaving people no time to react or think.

Gore had no choice but to take two more steps back, and the electronic door quickly closed on its own.

"Phew..." At this time, Feng Bujue breathed a slight sigh of relief, "They came really fast. If I had been a few seconds slower in subduing Kozmo, I might have been screwed here..."

While he was thinking, his hands didn't stop moving. After quickly finding the right tools in the suitcase, he used his skillful lock-picking techniques to open the shackles on his feet. At this point... he had finally regained the ability to move freely.

Then, Jue-ge went around to the other side of the table and began searching Kozmo's belongings.

Before long, he had turned out all the things in the other party's pockets...

"Walkie-talkie, sunglasses, handkerchief, Level Five access card..." Feng Bujue searched for a long time and found that Kozmo had very few things on him, "Tch... not even a handgun." He grumbled, then picked up the walkie-talkie on the other party's body, and without caring what the frequency was, he directly pressed the switch and said, "Open the door."

His method really worked... in less than five seconds, the door of the room opened again. Obviously, the people outside had received his message.

This time, Jue-ge, who had unlocked his foot shackles, simply hid behind Kozmo and used the latter as a human shield, "You, yes... you, give me the handgun on your body." He held a sharp instrument against Kozmo's carotid artery and shouted at one of the people next to Gore.

Upon hearing this, the man immediately turned to look at Gore. Gore hesitated for two seconds, then nodded to him.

So, the man took out the handgun from his holster and stepped forward slowly...

"Don't move." The other party had just taken half a step when Feng Bujue shouted, "Put the gun on the ground and push it over gently."