539: Chapter 518: Sothing to Talk About 539: Chapter 518: Sothing to Talk About Alexander’s mindset wasn’t in the best place.
The concept of gains and losses perfectly encapsulated Alexander’s current situation.
Effortlessly, he had garnered several accolades, pulling out a few thorns embedded in Russia’s side, but he had also betrayed two moles painstakingly developed by Russia.
At least he sold out the traitors on the other side, which made Alexander feel just slightly better.
But only slightly, not much more.
Yet, he had no choice but to sell them out.
The feeling was irritating, suffocating, and the root of it all lay with this captured Prince.
In the makeshift interrogation room, Prince lay sprawled on the floor, while Alexander glared at him, seething with rage, wishing he could kill him outright.
Grabbing the beaten and sprawling Prince off the ground, Alexander yelled sharply, “Speak!
How can you prove Alekayev is one of your people?
What evidence do you have?”
Prince’s mouth was sared with blood.
Alexander’s reaction was too abnormal—anyone from the inner circle could easily see it, perhaps even guess the reason behind it without much effort.
“Evidence?
You just need to grab him and ask.
He’ll tell you everything.
Why bother asking for evidence?”
Prince realized he was in deep trouble—not that he might not survive, but that survival was simply impossible.
Alexander gestured to one of his subordinates, then clenched his fists and said, “Soon.
Do you know how to write interrogation records?”
“Boss, can I…
write while interrogating?”
The interrogation hadn’t officially started yet, but the records had already begun to be written.
The reason was simple: Alexander didn’t plan to extract any genuine confession from Prince.
All he wanted was an interrogation record he could accept.
Alexander exhaled deeply and said, “Fine, you can write as you interrogate.
Other details aren’t important—focus on figuring out how he knew Alekayev is a mole.
I suspect he’s trying to mislead us.
Interrogate him thoroughly.”
Prince muttered to the side in a low voice, “You’re in cahoots with them!
Damn it!
When did you start colluding with them?
You—you can’t treat like this.
I’m very valuable.
How do you plan to explain it to your superiors if you kill ?”
Explain to his superiors?
Alexander indeed needed to think about how to align his narrative with Plevenov.
“Heh heh…”
Alexander let out a sinister and ambiguous laugh, then said to his subordinate, “Beat him, torture him, and finally use truth serum on him.
Rember, use an overdose.”
The subordinate clenched his lips tightly.
Alexander approached his subordinate, calm but with an inevitable hint of nacing chill, and said, “This guy must die—or, he can beco a vegetable.
The reason?
You ‘miscalculated’ the dose.
Can you do it?”
Alexander wanted his subordinate to take the fault.
Without a mont’s hesitation, the subordinate replied quietly, “Understood, boss.
I’ll handle it.”
Alexander patted the subordinate’s shoulder and murmured, “It’s a mistake, but not a fatal one.
Within three years, I guarantee you’ll be a regional director.”
“Boss, don’t worry.
I’m skilled at interrogations.
My only weakness is handling chemical tools like truth serum.
I only recall the safe dose being 200 milligrams!”
Alexander patted his shoulder again and said, “Get to work.”
There were two people in the room: one for interrogation and one for record-keeping.
Alexander bore leadership responsibility, but he had pressing matters outside.
Naturally, the primary interrogator, who would commit a rookie mistake, would shoulder most of the bla.
Alexander stepped out of the makeshift interrogation room, lit a cigarette, and listened to the screams starting to echo from the room behind him.
The insulation was decent; the screams wouldn’t travel far.
Standing at the door, however, he could distinctly hear them.
By standard procedures, they would interrogate Prince for a few days before resorting to truth serum if he didn’t comply.
However, in exceptional situations, they could expedite the process—using truth serum on the day of capture wasn’t strictly against the rules.
Alexander decided just one Alekayev was enough; he couldn’t afford more moles, as he couldn’t provide sufficient exchanges.
These years had been tough for the KGB.
With only a handful of moles, if they all got traded away, Alexander’s future operations would be untenable.
If argued to align with Russia’s interests, it would be nonsensical.
The timing was suspicious—grabbing soone here just as they nabbed soone there.
The stench of quid pro quo was overwhelming.
The screams abruptly stopped.
The ti was short since Prince’s beating was rely punitive—not ant to extract useful information.
Useful confessions required patience and ticulous questioning—repeated interrogations matched against corroborations.
In situations like this, it was guaranteed the truth serum would be deployed—and though the resulting confessions were fragnted and often babbling, obtaining one or two nas or leads would suffice.
About an hour later, his subordinate pushed the door open and found Alexander still waiting outside.
“Boss, bad news.
I gave too much of the truth serum.
The captive spilled so leads, but he’s beco a vegetable.”
Even without anyone else present, even in this playacting scene, so theatrics were necessary.
Alexander stord into the interrogation room in mock fury.
Prince slumped in the chair, drooling excessively while reeking of urine and feces.
The entire interrogation room was nauseatingly foul.
His pupils were dilated naturally—not due to shock—a textbook reaction to an overdose of truth serum.
That was it.
A vegetable now—even an immortal couldn’t save him.
Alexander didn’t bother with any more lines.
Rather, he imdiately seized the record book from the clerk.
He skimd over the front—it was all fabricated by Alexander anyway—then focused on the section detailing the interrogation under truth serum.
“What did you ask?”
“Just how he knew Alekayev’s na—nothing else.
At first, the subject still showed resistance, but very soon began answering unconsciously.
We cross-referenced three tis, but by the third round, he could no longer verbalize coherent words.”
An overdose of truth serum wouldn’t permit prolonged interrogation ti.
From the disjointed confessions, Alexander began extracting the answers he sought.
He noted down over a dozen nas and morized those highlighted with underlines, then tore out the specific pages from the record book.
Closing the book, he said quietly, “All the confessions were obtained after truth serum application.”
“Yes.”
“Transcribe it again, recording the exact tis accurately.
As for the video record… hand it over.”
The subordinate pulled the SD card from the digital cara.
Alexander pocketed the card and said, “Call in half an hour to report on the situation.
I’m leaving now.”
Alexander departed the interrogation room, walked so distance, and then called Gao Yi.
“The interrogation results are out; the situation is complex—there are too many nas.
Can you take note?”
Gao Yi had been waiting for updates; hearing Alexander’s words, he murmured, “Just a second—I’m grabbing a pen…
Alright, go on.”
Alexander rattled off twelve nas in one breath, then added in a low tone, “I used truth serum on Prince; he’s now a vegetable.
These nas are absolutely credible, but I couldn’t make him reveal specific intelligence routes.
However… judging from the confessions I obtained…”
Among the twelve nas, the most frequently ntioned were Panetta, Joelson, and Mason.
Alexander continued, “Prince is part of a faction opposing Panetta, but he’s rely a minor player.
The na he ntioned most frequently is Jas Jackson.
He directly reports to this Jas Jackson, and it’s from Jas Jackson that he obtained Alekayev’s na.”
“Understood.
Thanks.
Let’s leave it at that.”
After hanging up, Gao Yi imdiately called Panetta.
“I’ve got a list.
Your na and Joelson’s appear most frequently.
Prince obtained the intelligence from soone nad Jas Jackson, and they seem to have ford a group opposing you.”
Panetta muttered a curse under his breath, then replied, “Jas Jackson!
So it’s Jas Jackson—damn it…”
Gao Yi didn’t know who these people were, but he knew Alexander had unintentionally uncovered a plot against Panetta, identifying a well-hidden adversary.
“Prince is now a vegetable.
Is this confession still valuable?”
“Valuable—extrely valuable.
I’d never downplay the significance of this intelligence.
Relay my gratitude to our Russian friends.
For this, I’ll coordinate with their progress in targeting Arican moles, ensuring suspicion doesn’t fall on them.”
The value of Alexander surged in Panetta’s eyes.
For this, Panetta was willing to cooperate with Alexander—a classic favor returned.
“Alright.
Anything else?”
Panetta paused montarily, then finally murmured, “My situation is fairly complicated.
If Jas Jackson is plotting against , I could be in trouble.
If it’s convenient for you, co to the United States—we’ll talk in person.”
It seed Panetta needed help from Gao Yi, possibly requiring him to flex his professional skills.
Gao Yi couldn’t refuse; he murmured, “Alright.
I’ll head to the United States as soon as I can.
By the way, one more thing I need to ntion quickly.
Um… the Pentagon mole—could my friend take it on to handle?”
The CIA enjoyed targeting the Pentagon, making it look bad.
But it usually just caused embarrassnt for the Pentagon; even exposing a mole there wouldn’t yield hefty rewards.
However, Grasse was different—Grasse belonged to the Ministry of Defense’s Secret Intelligence Bureau.
If this credit went to Grasse, the reward would be substantial.
Panetta paused briefly, then replied softly, “This can be discussed—as long as your friend understands the rules.”
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