I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 106 - 105 Give Up Resistance

Chapter 106: Chapter 105 Give Up Resistance

Border mountain forest.

Tiantai Pharmaceutical mercenary camp.

The black woods towered, and the withered yellow weeds stubbornly clung to the dry, hard yellow clay soil; after winter began, even the chirping of insects could be heard no more.

Four optic-camouflage tents were spaced fifty meters apart, cleverly arranged in a defensive formation, their camouflage material constantly adjusting its colors to blend with the changing light and shadows of the surroundings, much like a chameleon.

Several kilometers outside the camp, numerous ankle-high laser fences had been set up, which would immediately trigger an alarm on a portable terminal if anyone stepped in.

Four snipers were lurking in the trees on guard, while two mercenaries were boiling water on a smokeless stove inside the camp.

One of them said as bubbles plumped in the heat-resistant folding water bag, "The water’s boiled, bring it in."

Thus, each grabbing a corner of the folding water bag, they walked into the smallest tent in the camp.

Inside the tent, Li Songyan sat shirtless on a chair, his wrists and ankles tied to the chair legs and armrests. His face was swollen from being beaten, the plaster bandage on his injured leg had been smashed and removed by these mercenaries, and the stitching had been picked open with a dagger. His toes turned black and purple, and the wounds cracked open.

Li Songyan’s abdomen was bruised and swollen, and his chest had been slashed a few times; holes had been drilled into his thigh by a hand drill. He closed his eyes, awaiting his death.

Three days ago, several white men had burst into his hospital room, knocked him out, and forcibly taken him from the hospital. After asking some inexplicable questions, a day ago, they had handed him over to this group of Tiantai Pharmaceutical mercenaries.

Fortunately, the incriminating evidence against Tiantai Pharmaceutical that he possessed was not on him, so since last night, these people had been continuously torturing him, asking about its whereabouts.

Li Songyan had been trained and, during the interrogation, realized that the mercenaries’ purpose was not initially him. However, he did not understand what their ultimate mission was.

Feeling his days were numbered, Li Songyan only hoped that Wei Tianyang would find the hidden evidence. Once he exceeded the time limit for regular contact, the United Council Army would naturally send someone else to investigate in Chicken Snake Country.

After that... it was not his concern anymore...

"Water?" asked the mercenary leader.

Two mercenaries brought the water bag to Li Songyan’s side.

"Good, where’s the hose?" the leader then looked to the other side.

The black mercenary handed over the hose that had already been prepared.

The leader took the hose, walked to Li Songyan’s right side, and stomped fiercely on his upper stomach.

Li Songyan looked up and grunted.

"Don’t waste my time! Quickly tell me where you’ve hidden the list!" the leader shouted angrily.

"Cough, cough... damn... it hurts so much... I can’t bear it anymore... I’ll tell you..." Li Songyan murmured dizzily.

"And here I thought you were tough. Finally can’t take it anymore? Tell me, quick," the leader said.

"Come down a bit... I don’t have the strength to speak loudly..." Li Songyan said.

The leader then bent down, bringing his ear close to Li Songyan’s mouth.

"I... hid the list... in a very mysterious place... It’s dark, deep, and it stinks..." Li Songyan said.

"You hid it in a toilet, did you? Did you take any waterproofing measures?" the leader asked worriedly.

"I hid it... in your asshole... go back... and give yourself an enema... then you can poop it out..." Li Songyan chuckled.

The leader stood up, he laughed, then punched Li Songyan’s stomach viciously several times.

Li Songyan felt as if all his internal organs were about to explode, but he could only dry heave in agony. He had vomited all the food in his stomach the night before, and now all he could vomit was a bit of gastric acid, sour in his mouth.

"We’re all soldiers, I advise you to be smart. How much money do you make a month? Why risk your life?" the leader asked.

"I’m not the same as you guys..." Li Songyan said.

"We all have two arms, two legs, a nose, and a pair of eyes, so how are we not the same kind of people? See this?" the mercenary leader said, swirling a hose in front of his eyes.

"This torture, I learned it from the Sethiyan. You shove this tube down your throat, all the way into your stomach, and then pour boiling water into it. Guess what happens next?" the mercenary leader laughed.

Li Songyan was stunned as he looked at the bags filled with boiling water in the hands of the two mercenaries and then at the hose...

The very thought of boiling water being poured directly into his stomach sent chills throughout his body and made his head spin.

"It’s said they invented this extreme punishment specifically to deal with heroes filled with faith and a sense of justice. You wouldn’t happen to be one of those tough guys, would you?" the mercenary leader asked with a smile.

Ideas churned through Li Songyan’s mind, and for the first time, he began to waver...

Seeing that Li Songyan remained silent, the leader pressed on, "Have you thought it through? Where is the list?"

Li Songyan sighed deeply, his eyes brimming with tears, his mind went blank.

Justice?

Justice...

He had thought he was ready to face death, he thought he had the resolve, he thought he could be a hero...

He had survived punches, kicks, bullets, knives, and drills.

But a two-meter-long hose and two liters of boiling water defeated him...

I’m sorry... I can’t endure this... I’m scared... I surrender...

Seeing the state Li Songyan was in, the mercenary leader knew he had succeeded.

"So, will you talk or not?" he demanded, grabbing Li Songyan’s hair and pulling his head back.

"I... I will tell you..." Li Songyan spoke helplessly.

"If you lie to me, I’ll shove this tube right up your rear end!" the mercenary leader laughed.

"I... I hid the list..." Li Songyan began to speak slowly.

Twelve kilometers away.

Yaha, with her ponytail and wearing a dry-land camouflage coat, holding a bolt-action sniper rifle, led her team, stealthily moving through the woods.

Starbucks and Kacha were on her flanks, spaced about 50 meters apart.

Behind them, there were four more rookies, maintaining a distance of 150 meters from Yaha’s formation, communicating with each other through headsets.

"I smell it— the scent of blood... the smell of solid fuel from a smokeless furnace... and... a hint of urine?" remarked a teammate through the headset.

"The smell of urine?" Kacha asked.

"Not sure... my sense of smell isn’t flawless," replied the teammate.

"Ishmael has that ability too," Starbucks chuckled.

"Ishmael has many abilities... I wonder if he is even a rookie," Kacha responded.

"If he were here, it would save us a lot of trouble," Starbucks agreed.

"If we can’t handle our stuff, he has no reason to stay here," Yaha interrupted their conversation.

It’s time to prove yourself.

Yaha recalled Moby Dick’s message.

She would prove it, her skills were not only for healing but also for killing...