Alpha's replacement bride is destined mate-Chapter 155 Spies

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Klaus stood silently at the entrance of the prison, not far from the rude interrogation room. The interrogation room, a rudimentary cubicle in the prison, was similarly shrouded in darkness. The rough stone walls seem to speak of the vicissitudes of time and the helplessness of being forgotten. Faint lights flickered and flickered and flickered overhead, struggling to bring a glimmer of light into the oppressive space.

Inside the interrogation room, the air seemed frozen, with a pungent musty smell and an even stronger smell of despair and fear. The old tables and chairs seemed to have borne witness to untold secrets and sufferings.

Marx sat with a grim look on his face at the interrogation table, opposite several bound strangers. Their faces were full of nervousness and uneasiness, and their eyes betrayed the dread of an unknown fate.

The strangers are caught by Klaus and Susan in the woods, and Klaus discovers that they are hiding miniature cameras and bugs. Based on his previous experience, Klaus judged the men to be spies. So he threw the men over to Marx for interrogation.

Marx’s eyes, sharp as swords, were fixed on the suspicious man. His voice was low and powerful, echoing through the silent interrogation room, "Tell me, who sent you?" What is your purpose?"

These spies have a variety of appearances. One of them was short and muscular, with a thin face and a sly look in his eyes. His hair was dishevelled against his forehead, the perspiration trickled down his cheeks, and in spite of his predicament he managed to maintain a semblance of self-possession, his pursed lips betraying the stubbornness of his heart. The other was a tall, burly man, with stubble on his face and a fierce look in his eyes. He glared at Marx as if to frighten him away, but his trembling hands betrayed the terror in his heart.

"It seems that you will have to suffer a little." Marx’s voice resounded through the small space with unmistakable majesty. He paused and stared at one of the spies, "You think you can stay silent?" Don’t be naïve."

The spies, however, only lowered their eyes a little, and still refused to speak. Marx snorted and, with a wave of his hand, motioned his men to prepare for the ordeal.

Presently the instruments of torture were placed before the spies, the cold metal gleaming in the dim light. The faces of the spies turned pale in an instant, and their eyes showed fear at last. There was a hint of alarm in Shorty Spy’s eyes, and he unconsciously licked his dry lips and drew back slightly. Tall Spy’s eyes widened, and his breathing quickened.

Marx spoke again, "It’s too late to confess, or these instruments will make your life worse than death."

But still the spies hesitated.

Presently various instruments of torture were placed one after another in front of the spies. The instruments of torture gleamed in the dim light with a chilling lustre, as if they were messengers from hell. Cold metal utensils exude an eerie aura, some with sharp spines, others with intricate mechanisms, each of which seems to tell of the endless pain it brings.

Of these, the most conspicuous is the red-hot iron seal. The surface of the iron seal glowed with a deep red light, as if it had just been taken from the fire of hell, and it exhaled a scorching aura.

Then there’s the electric baton, which is pitch-black and has some complicated buttons and indicators. One end of the electric baton flashes with a blue arc of electricity, making a "sizzle" sound, as if it is a poisonous snake ready to attack.

The faces of the spies were for an instant as white as paper, and their eyes showed at last undisguised terror. The diminutive spy, who had been striving to maintain a semblance of self-possession, had a gleam of alarm in his eyes at this moment. His gaze was involuntarily drawn to the torture instrument, and then he looked away in horror. Unconsciously he licked his dry lips, as if that would relieve the tension in his heart. The body shrank back a little, as if to escape from the awful place, but there was a cold, hard wall behind it, and there was no retreat.

The eyes of the tall spy widened and filled with terror. His breathing became rapid and shriveled, and his chest heaved violently.

Marx spoke again, "It’s too late to confess, or these instruments will make your life worse than death."

But the spies hesitated, and their fears fought fiercely against the secret they kept.

At Marx’s command, the two enforcers took up the red-hot iron seal. The iron seal sent a stifling wave of heat through the air, as if it might melt everything. They went up to one of the spies, who struggled in terror, but was so securely bound that he could not move.

The executioner pressed the iron seal mercilessly against Spy’s skin, and in an instant a pungent smell of burning spread, and Spy uttered a frightful scream. The shrieks echoed through the prison, and were blood-curdling. Spyder’s body convulsed violently, his face wore a pained expression, and the sweat streamed down his face.

Then Marx picked up the baton again. He holds the baton close to the other Spy, and the blue arc of lightning flashes in front of the Spy’s eyes, making a "sizzle" sound. Spyker’s eyes widened with horror. Marx pressed the button, and the electric baton instantly released a powerful current that struck Spy. Spyker’s body shook violently, and he screamed again. Electricity was coursing through him, spasming his muscles and making him ache.

The bodies of the other spies began to tremble slightly, and their mental defences gradually crumbled in the brutal scene. The diminutive spy’s face was as white as death, and his eyes were filled with terror. His body shook all the time, as if it would give way the next second.

The tall spy, too, had lost his former ferocity, and had given place to profound fear. His eyes began to wander, and he dared not look again at the horrid instrument of torture. His lips quivered a little, and he tried to say something, but he could not.

Finally, one of the spies could no longer bear this fear, and he said in a trembling voice, "I ... I tell you everything, and I beg you to stop..." His voice was full of desperation and entreaty.

After hours of questioning, the spies eventually confessed that they were spies sent by the West and that their mission to the border was to gather military intelligence from the north.

"What do we do with these spies?" Marx asked Klaus, "Should we just throw them over the western border?"

"No." Klaus stared at the spy-stricken spies, "Find a way to wake them up before continuing the interrogation, make sure to find their spy network."

"Yes." Marx said.

"We need to have an emergency meeting." Klaus frowned, "It seems that Elijah is aware of our military situation, and we must think of a countermeasure."

Klaus surmised that Elijah not only knew the strategic disposition of the North, but that he even knew when the North would attack.

This battle, if he is to win, must be quickened. Elijah must not be allowed to stand guard.

Perhaps I should have gone on the offensive against the West in advance. Tomorrow might be a good day, thought Klaus.