Strongest Soldier King

Northwest Group Army, Constitutional Soldier Team interrogation room.

In the dimly lit room was a table, in front of which stood a chair, with Luo Zheng, bound and handcuffed, seated upon it. He hadn't had the chance to change his clothes, which were covered in blood. His bloodstained camouflage suit had been taken off and discarded to one side, emitting a strong scent of blood. Luo Zheng sat there in his equally bloodstained camouflage training uniform, his gaze calm as he looked at the Major sitting in front of him, feeling immense sorrow and rage.

The Major observed Luo Zheng indifferently, gesturing to a subordinate to take notes before coldly asking, "Name?"

With a cold laugh, Luo Zheng's eyes drifted toward the ceiling, which must have been recently renovated—it was pristine and white, with a ceiling fan that hung in silence. The room had no windows, but there was a large piece of glass set into the wall. He couldn't see outside, but Luo Zheng guessed that from the other side, one could see into the interrogation room. Glancing at it, he caught sight of a security camera in the corner of his eye. However, the camera seemed to be off, with no sign of the working green light flickering. His heart sank as he realized things were bad, and his hatred for the Song family deepened.

"Kid, don't think you can get away without speaking. Once you're in here, nobody can bluff their way out. It's better to confess honestly and spare yourself the agony," said the Major coldly.

"Alright, what do you want me to confess to?" Luo Zheng said with a cold laugh.

"Are you an accomplice to the drug traffickers? How much did they pay you?" the Major asked coldly.

"An accomplice?" Luo Zheng was startled but quickly recovered, laughing coldly, "Major, you've fabricated quite the serious charge. I remember not having a personal account, but it seems you've kindly set one up for me by now, depositing a large sum of money into it, haven't you? With that kind of money, my crime is secured. Tell me, how much? Just let me die understanding."

"Bastard, still not confessing here? Seems like we need to resort to harsher methods," the Major said coldly, his expression turning ugly.

"Don't bother, aren't I confessing right now? You dictate, I'll say whatever you want. Why not just draft the charges and I'll sign off on them?" Luo Zheng said with a cold laugh.

"You scoundrel, do you realize your actions have cost us a helicopter and the life of a pilot? As a soldier, don't you feel ashamed?" the person responsible for taking notes suddenly stood up, angrily accusing.

"Ashamed?" Luo Zheng was startled, the image of the dead pilot flashing in his mind. His expression turned sorrowful, his heart ached greatly, and he said despondently, "Yes, it's indeed shameful. He wouldn't have died if not for me."

"Confess honestly. How did you meet with the drug traffickers, and for how long have you been in contact? Why didn't you ambush the drug transport as planned? Where have you been during this period?" Seeing Luo Zheng's emotional downturn, the Major was secretly pleased and quickly interrogated him, intending to secure a strong confession swiftly.

"If you dare to do it, you dare to admit it. Speak up, you might not have ambushed the target, but why did you let someone attack the helicopter?" the note-taker also demanded angrily.

"Kid, have you ever been on a battlefield before?" Luo Zheng asked the clerk in charge of recording, his question halting the latter's momentum and eliciting a disdainful sneer. He turned to the Major and continued, "Your methods are skillful, for when you want to condemn someone, you never lack excuses, but your tactics are crude—using a greenhorn who doesn't know anything to assist. Do you find that interesting? Tell me, what exactly do you want?"

"It's not about what I want," the Major coldly retorted, his face an image of righteousness, "it's about what you want. What happened to the missing helicopter? Why didn't you follow the mission plan as ordered? Where have you been all this time? Are you in cahoots with drug traffickers? Come clean."

"It seems you haven't decided what crime to pin on me yet?" Luo Zheng mocked coldly, slowly closing his eyes, no longer wishing to waste words with these people. Since the Song family was out to get him, any explanation would be meaningless and only provide more flaws for the Song family to exploit, affecting Lan Xue as well.

"You think keeping quiet will settle it?" the Major said coldly, giving the clerk a meaningful glance. The latter nodded, promptly opened the door, and summoned two Constitutional Soldiers, pointing at Luo Zheng.

Two Constitutional Soldiers stepped forward understandingly, one holding a thick book and the other a large hammer. The clerk pushed the button on the chair mechanism, tilting the chair back, laying Luo Zheng flat; the thick book was placed on Luo Zheng's chest, and the other soldier lifted the hammer. The Major approached, saying coldly, "Kid, want a taste of suffering? I'll grant you that, hit him."

"Thud!" The hammer struck hard, whistling through the air and landing on the book with a muffled impact. Luo Zheng clearly heard the slight crack of his ribs breaking, the pain so intense he spasmed, his body tensed, and the handcuffs chafed his wrists raw. Surprised at the other's strength, he cursed loudly, "You bastard, you'd better kill me, otherwise, I'll haunt you for the rest of your life."

"Thud!" Another heavy strike.

"Ugh—" Luo Zheng cried out in pain again, his eyes turning bloodshot with murderous intent as he glared at the Major, breathing heavily. His hands struggled furiously, the handcuffs almost deforming, and he looked like a wounded primal Fierce Beast, sending a chill down the Major's spine. Angrily, the Major ordered them to continue hitting.

"Thud!" Two more strikes landed, and Luo Zheng heard the sound of his ribs shattering, blood welling up in his mouth. He thought it ironic that he hadn't died on the battlefield but was now being taken down by his own people. Thoughts of the Song family, the dead pilots, the slain scouts filled his mind with fury, boiling like molten lava, the towering rage seeming to melt the surrounding air and burn.

"Ahhh!" Luo Zheng let out a hysterical roar, venting the hatred in his heart, which sent a shiver down everyone's spine. They exchanged uneasy glances, at a loss for what to do next. Luo Zheng's tense body suddenly went limp as if his strength had been drained with that roar. Darkness fell before his eyes, and his consciousness began to dissipate, his eyelids growing heavier and eventually closing.

"Captain, he's not dead, is he?" one of the Constitutional Soldiers asked in panic.

"No worries, even if he is dead, it won't be traced back to you," said the squadron leader indifferently, his expression cold, "We smashed through a thick book without leaving any clues. We'll just say he came back from the battlefield already severely injured, died from shame in the interrogation room, unable to catch his breath. Rest easy, everyone."

Relieved by these words, everyone relaxed, glad that it wouldn't involve them. They left without a second glance at the unconscious Luo Zheng, and the Major added coldly, "Let's go. Let him have some time alone to cool down and reflect."