Jiang Cheng walked into the interrogation room and clumsily pulled out a chair.
With a creak, she halted abruptly like a startled bird, her face turning crimson with embarrassnt.
"Sorry."
She imdiately apologized, lowering her head even more, her neck visibly reddened.
Finally seated, Jiang Cheng tried to calm herself as she took out paper and pen from her backpack, pretending to be calm as she said, "It’s my first ti translating."
The series of actions puzzled the interrogator, but he didn’t show it.
After all, the person opposite was from Little R’s side, and they couldn’t lose face in front of them.
The person from Little R snorted disdainfully and spoke in their language.
After the Little R person finished speaking, the interrogator beside reminded, "Translate!"
"Ah? Okay, okay!"
Jiang Cheng seed to finally react, holding a pen in her right hand and trying hard to get started.
The pen tip hovered several tis, then she looked up awkwardly.
"Um, could you say that again? I forgot!"
The Little R person was speechless.
Fortunately, it was said in the R language, which he understood.
The Little R person was delaying ti by requesting a translation, so he didn’t mind saying it again.
The gurgling Little R language sounded again, and Jiang Cheng imdiately recorded it.
The interrogator glanced at it and seriously doubted Jiang Cheng was scribbling nonsense.
These unintelligible squiggles, he couldn’t recognize a single character.
While the interrogator was skeptical, Jiang Cheng stopped writing and said, "He said my R language is very amateurish, not fluent, unpleasant, and inauthentic."
"That’s it?"
"Uh..."
Jiang Cheng muttered dumbly, while the interrogator remained calm.
He wasn’t sure what was going on with the translator in front of him, but he knew they were on the sa side, and their leader wouldn’t let anyone ss around.
So the interrogator spoke again.
"Tell him, resisting will be dealt with harshly, while confessing will be treated leniently. We’ve laid a trap for them, and they can’t escape. Only cooperation can give him a chance of survival."
Jiang Cheng nodded and began translating.
After hearing this, the Little R person began responding extravagantly.
Jiang Cheng kept writing and drawing, the sound of the pen writing was particularly clear.
Taking notes, translating, R to Chinese, Chinese to R.
Ten minutes passed just like that.
Jiang Cheng translated once more.
She spoke flatly and emotionlessly, her accent awkward.
After a long speech, she lowered her head to check her notes, then asked again: "Are you taking the water route or the land route?"
The sudden question startled the Little R person.
After the shock, he pointed at Jiang Cheng and laughed loudly.
"You ignorant Hua Xia person, how could you think I would fall into such a simple trap! It’s really too clumsy."
Jiang Cheng remained expressionless, lightly responding with an "oh," and continued translating.
The interrogator beside her sensed sothing was happening and also noticed the translator was lowering the opponent’s guard.
They had used such interrogation techniques before, but the Little R person had been specially trained for many years, so it might not work on him.
The interrogation continued, back and forth, for a few more minutes.
Jiang Cheng once again surprised with a question.
"Are you in the south or the north?"
The Little R person naturally didn’t get caught, mocking once more, stating that no matter how many tis Jiang Cheng tried, he wouldn’t be fooled.
Jiang Cheng nonchalantly responded with an "oh," and continued her honest translation.
However, the ti between Jiang Cheng’s questions in the subsequent translations beca increasingly shorter.
"Thirty people or fifty people?"
"Moved or not moved?"
"Guns or knives and sticks?"
...
Questions ca faster and faster, catching the Little R person off guard.
The Little R person’s face grew increasingly ugly, and after attempting to distract with so nonsense, he still appeared slightly worn out, almost slipping up once.
Ultimately, the Little R person refused to answer.
After that refusal, Jiang Cheng stood up and handed a piece of paper to the interrogator.
"This is the information I’ve extracted, but for one hundred percent accuracy, we’ll need so more tactics."
"If you don’t mind, I’d like to observe and help translate."
The interrogator took the paper, which was marked with a list of information.
Eighty percent water route.
Seventy-five percent use of guns.
Less than thirty people, ninety-eight percent.
...
How did she derive these analyses?
Now was clearly not the ti to ask, as the interrogator opened the door with the paper, said a few words outside, and returned.
"Stand here."
The interrogator instructed Jiang Cheng to stand in a corner.
"The ans may be a bit brutal. Are you sure you can handle it?"
Jiang Cheng resud her calm and bright smile and said naturally, "When it cos to hitting them, I just feel it’s never brutal enough."
That remark made the interrogator smile for the first ti.
Great minds think alike.
Thud, thud, thud...
Footsteps approached.
Heavy.
Rhythmic.
Knock, knock...
There was a knock, and a person dressed in camouflage opened the door and slightly ducked to avoid the low, old wooden doorfra.
He was tall, not overly muscular, nor thin and bony.
He wore a face cover, and his face was painted, making it hard to see his features, revealing only a pair of sharp eyes.
Jiang Cheng knew this person was formidable.
Shen Que didn’t speak, just nodded to the two of them.
After nodding, he approached the Little R person.
"What are you going to do? This is against international law!"
"You can’t do this!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng responded coldly, "When guests co, we serve hot tea. When mad dogs co, we have gun sticks. I don’t understand what you’re yelling about; this is our sincere hospitality."
Inside the room, the two didn’t understand what Jiang Cheng said, nor did they need to understand.
Collaboration is the key to victory.
Shen Que remained silent, exuding a murderous aura, pressing down on the Little R person with one hand, moving so swiftly with the other that it was hard to see.
"Ah—- mmm mmm mmm mmm"
All cries of pain were silenced by Shen Que with a towel stuffed accurately back.
Upon seeing this, Jiang Cheng imdiately said, "With less than twenty of you, you dare to head south by water!"
The Little R person’s eyes showed fear and confusion, mumbling sounds.
Jiang Cheng nodded slightly, and Shen Que imdiately removed the towel from the Little R person’s mouth.
"You—-"
"How do I know? What’s so hard about that? You told everything."
Jiang Cheng, haughty and dismissive, continued provocatively, "Already our defeated foes, why still act so proud? You people always like to be arrogant."
"We knew about this information long ago!"
"You think you’re delaying us? Aren’t we delaying you!"
With another look from Jiang Cheng, Shen Que swiftly re-stuffed the towel, skillfully continuing the "care."
After ten more minutes, the three ca out one after another. Shen Que, holding a paper filled with information, spoke for the first ti, "Thank you."
Jiang Cheng smiled lightly and said:
"Return safely."
Shen Que didn’t nod and turned away with large strides.
Jiang Cheng never knew this person was Shen Que, the older brother of Shen Xing and Shen Yue.
That simple "return safely" was just her heartfelt blessing to everyone wearing that uniform.
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