Invasion of the United States

But his brain was racing, frantically calculating how many chips he had left in his hand.

"Beg for mercy?" This thought flashed by but was quickly dismissed.

Elvin knew that showing weakness in front of these people would only make him seem even more vulnerable, especially since Zhou Qingfeng had actually killed people.

"Announce that I still have blackmail videos?" He thought to himself, perhaps this could make Zhou Qingfeng hesitate.

After all, those videos were his carefully kept "insurance" and "chips", enough to drive Zhou Qingfeng to despair.

"Or reveal that I have contacted the FBI deputy director?" This idea gave him a little peace of mind.

The FBI's deterrent power was strong enough, it was one of his last trump cards, and could definitely intimidate the other party.

"Or use the safety of Julia and Selena as a bargaining chip?" Elvin knew Kongges valued his family above everything else.

Elvin took several deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down. His eyes swept through the room, observing the three people in front of him: Zhou Qingfeng, Kongges, and the mysterious old man.

He tried to capture any flaw from their expressions and movements, looking for a chance to negotiate.

Zhou Qingfeng was focused on tinkering with the basement's computer.

Elvin's gaze fell on the computer screen, feeling intensely uneasy.

He had never expected Zhou Qingfeng to find him so quickly and have the courage to use a drone to launch a daylight attack.

The drone was bought and modified with the help of Gray Shark, and the tranquilizer darts came from the Corpse Collector couple. As long as you have money, there are plenty of underground industries offering these services.

That computer stored almost all of Elvin's secrets - login accounts, browsing history, personal files, social comments... every detail could become his fatal weakness.

Worse still, most accounts in the browser were automatically logged in, with only a few needing mobile verification.

Zhou Qingfeng quickly contacted Gray Shark, using the network for remote login, ready to sweep up all of Elvin's private information.

Elvin's heart sank. He knew that once those information were dug up, he would have no way out.

He tried to catch Zhou Qingfeng's attention, but the latter ignored him completely, as if he were just a lump of air.

Helpless, Elvin turned his gaze to Kongges. This burly man seemed to be the easiest line of defense to break through—unless he didn't care about the life and death of his wife and daughter.

Kongges was indeed in a panic. He had already confessed his situation to Zhou Qingfeng and was desperate to force Elvin to reveal the whereabouts of his wife and daughter.

However, just as the burly sheriff was about to step forward and question, the silent Old Hammer stopped him.

"We don't have time to waste now," the old man said in a professionally calm tone. "We must use the most efficient interrogation methods. If you're in a hurry, come help me."

Kongges thought to himself, "I've been a cop for over ten years, who could be better at interrogation than me?"

Zhou Qingfeng added, "Mr. Hammer was previously with the CIA, now retired, and has become a 'hourly worker' for hire." The c*anonical sou*r+c^e* for th@is co.nten&t#: M$|*V|L&2#E-MP-Y*R.+

At the sound of "CIA", Kongges immediately backed off, ready to assist the old man.

He then voiced his deepest doubt, "Victor, how did you know Julia and Selena were captured?"

"I didn't know about that, I was just blackmailed for a hundred million US dollars by your partner. I need to take him down."

Zhou Qingfeng connected Elvin's phone to the computer with a USB cable, leaving the rest of the work to "remote" Gray Shark.

Kongges came to a sudden realization and said, "Julia once told me that you sneaked out late one night, which was exactly when..."

Zhou Qingfeng nodded, facing Kongges, and admitted, "Yes, it was me."

"Fuck you, Victor." Connecting the series of events, Kongges finally understood all the causes and effects of the trouble.

Zhou Qingfeng accepted it calmly.

Old Hammer then shouted from the side, "Big guy, come help, let's save your wife and daughter first."

Elvin was dragged into the bathroom along with the chair, the chair was laid flat, and he was forced to lie on his back.

Old Hammer took a towel from the shelf and gently covered Elvin's face.

Elvin's breathing became rapid instantly, his eyes bulging under the towel, a sense of ominous foreboding surged up in his mind.

"The interrogation target is a black police," the old man said calmly sitting outside the bathroom. "He certainly has strong anti-interrogation awareness and capability.

Beating him will only cause some pain, at most breaking a few bones and making him bleed, but the effect won't be as good as imagined.

What we need to do is quickly destroy his resistance will.

Waterboarding is a good choice, it won't cause irreversible harm, but it's enough to leave the guy with a lifelong unforgettable memory."

Upon hearing these words, Elvin's heart shrank violently. He certainly knew what waterboarding is—the suffocating pain was enough to make someone collapse quickly.

His body began to struggle violently, his limbs twisted desperately, trying to break free from the restraints.

Kongges stepped forward, using greater strength to suppress Elvin, no matter how he struggled, he couldn't escape those iron-like hands.

Old Hammer continued, "Interrogation is psychological warfare. As long as the target's mind collapses, he will be desperate to end the pain, unable to generate resistance emotions, whatever you ask he will answer."

Kongges picked up a cup, filled it with water from the tap, and then slowly poured the water onto the towel on Elvin's face.