Legendary FBI Detective-Chapter 51: TLR Agent (Please Follow!)

The sensitive agent is actually an interrogation drug!

After ingesting this drug, all of a person's senses will be amplified. For example, the moment the makeup brush touched Lydia's neck, what was originally a slight itch turned into an unbearable one that made Lydia question her existence.

When Luo An pinched her arm slightly, what was originally a minor pain turned into severe agony, as if her arm had suddenly been broken.

As the makeup brush moved downwards... Lydia, now looking at Luo An's profile, had a look of terror in her eyes.

Luo An picked up a glass, poured Lydia a drink, slowly fed it to her while indicating she shouldn't drink too quickly, and then tilted his head and asked:

"How about it, do you want to continue?"

"No, no, no..."

With a dry mouth and hoarse voice, Lydia repeatedly shook her head, her eyes bloodshot and her face full of pleading.

"Then speak."

Tossing aside the makeup brush which had turned from white to yellow, Luo An took out a new makeup brush and picked up the pen from the ground, and asked:

"What exactly is this thing? What are its components?"

Staring at the pen and makeup brush before her, Lydia felt like crying with no tears.

She overestimated herself and underestimated the torment Luo An had mentioned.

It's true that women are made of water, but they cannot produce it endlessly; once it's exhausted, they need replenishment from outside.

As it turns out, everything should be in moderation.

Too much or too little, the wisdom of the ancients of the East.

Taking a deep breath, Lydia controlled her slightly trembling limbs to change her position, and with a quivering voice, began to explain to Luo An:

"I don't know the complete name of the drug in the pen, but I know that people from the NSA always call it 'TLR Agent'. Its ingredients are a mixture of hallucinogens, white powder, tranquilizers, and the essence of other drugs."

Hearing this, Luo An felt a sinking feeling in his heart, but the expression on his face did not change, and he continued to ask:

"What is its purpose?"

"To control others."

Since she had already started talking, there was no need to hide anymore, especially as Luo An's makeup brush quivered, Lydia's body also subconsciously shuddered.

After hearing Luo An's question, Lydia didn't hesitate and said directly:

"After ingesting this drug, the target individual will enter a period of hallucination, during which the NSA will keep repeating certain phrases to the target.

After multiple doses and entering hallucinations, the target's subconscious will remember the phrases spoken by the NSA, and at critical moments, the target will act in accordance with what the NSA desires.

Additionally, the essence extracted from the white powder, after further reprocessing by the NSA, induces in the person who took the drug an addiction that cannot be overcome in their lifetime.

When the target next experiences withdrawal and physical discomfort, they will subconsciously seek out the person who induced the hallucination, so..."

"So after I take this drug, I'll be under your control for life. Whenever I feel uncomfortable, I'll subconsciously come looking for your comfort.

As my body gets more uncomfortable and I seek your comfort more frequently, I'll fall into a vicious cycle.

At some critical moment, I will subconsciously do what you've conditioned me to do, right?"

Luo An nodded; he understood what Lydia said and also recalled some things an old assassin had told him in his past life.

In the fifties and sixties, around 1950-1960, the CIA had conducted a notorious 'MK-Ultra' project, which aimed to study how to control others using drugs.

During this period, the CIA conducted over a hundred experiments on mind control, countless people died, and later with the departure of a certain President, the project was also stopped on the surface.

The reason it's said "on the surface" is because the experiments were conducted by the CIA, whose character is well known to all.

And since the NSA is closely linked to the CIA, it's not surprising they got hold of some drugs.

The 'L' in 'TLR Agent' likely stands for the hallucinogen 'LSD', scientifically known as lysergic acid diethylamide, which when mixed with other drugs can cause mental chaos and loss of intelligence.

As for the remaining 'T' and 'R', although Luo An doesn't know what they stand for, they're definitely not anything good.

"Can you let me go now? Luo An? I was wrong, I'm sorry, I really am."

Seeing Luo An bow his head and remain silent after listening to her, Lydia said softly:

"But you don't have to worry, when we first met last night, I didn't know you were Mona Evans's teammate, so I didn't use the TLR agent on you.

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Not until this afternoon when I woke up and watched the news replay did I realize your identity, so I decided to use TLR on you... But you saw through it."

"Hmm?"

Hearing Lydia's words, Luo An was taken aback. If Lydia didn't use TLR on him yesterday, then why was his back so sore when he got up?

Is it really due to a lack of exercise?

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

When it comes to matters of pride, a man's mouth is harder than diamond.

Luo An Greenwood had indeed played games with women in the past, but since becoming an FBI New Intern Agent, he hadn't interacted with women for over two months.

Every day his life consisted of sitting in the office, and his physical exercise was just doing a few push-ups now and then.

Luo An fell silent for a moment, then shifted the topic with a smile:

"One last question, Lydia, answer it and I'll let you go."

Lydia nodded, and then Luo An's question made her face instantly stiffen:

"How exactly did your former husbands die?"

Seeing Lydia lower her head and remain silent, Luo An shook the makeup brush in his hand with a smile.

"..."

Feeling her body involuntarily leaning towards the makeup brush, Lydia was filled with sorrow and indignation.

She only hated Luo An a little bit; she hated herself far more for being stubborn just now.

Why be stubborn? Luo An had already told her that even if she drank the wine, she would still answer his questions, albeit through torment...

Lydia started to gaslight herself.

"I can answer that question."

After a long silence, Lydia finally chose to answer Luo An's question, but before that, she made her own request:

"I want to apply for FBI's witness protection... Otherwise, even if you torture me to death, I won't speak of it."

Luo An's expression darkened slightly, realizing that there was extraordinary hidden significance behind this affair.

As for Lydia's later proposition of being tortured to death, Luo An did not believe it at all.

Because when Lydia said that, her body was constantly rubbing against the makeup brush, which didn't look like someone who was afraid of further torture at all.

Lydia: "..."

After a moment of silence, Luo An nodded and agreed to Lydia's request, but he didn't let her speak immediately; instead, he started to search the corners of the room again.

"What are you looking for?"

Lydia was somewhat puzzled.

"Checking to see if there's any little toys for eavesdropping on you in the room."

When Luo An had previously searched the room for clues about Lydia's identity, he hadn't found any listening devices.

But better safe than sorry, it wouldn't take much effort to search one more time, and being careful is always good.

After a moment, Luo An finished his search again and found no listening devices; Lydia also breathed a sigh of relief.

"OK, you can talk now."

Luo An sat back on the bed edge, noticing Lydia's lips were a bit chapped, he poured her another glass of wine.

"Thank you."

Lydia, still bound at the limbs, thanked him and took a small sip of wine.

Seeing the makeup brush on the ground, she subconsciously sighed.

After realizing it, Lydia quickly shook her head, throwing the strange thoughts from her mind, and said with a solemn expression:

"This is a plan secretly carried out by a high-ranking official of the NSA without the FBI's knowledge."