Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger-Chapter 1040 - 974: Drugged

Kobe, who arrived, showed the Department of Homeland Security's badge, but it didn't deter the on-site police's decision to temporarily detain Mountain Eagle...

Kobe, who should have been more assertive, agreed to their demands under Mountain Eagle's hint.

He arranged for his assistant, Danon, to accompany Mountain Eagle to the detention site, to prevent any unexpected incidents. Then, Kobe himself took Ryan Donovan, who might stop breathing at any moment, away by helicopter.

The State Police officers, facing this situation, couldn't deploy many tactics and had to first send Mountain Eagle and his team to the State Police Headquarters in Laredo, clearing the interrogation area and allotting a room each for Mountain Eagle and the six 'Cleaners'.

The room used to detain Mountain Eagle was decent inside, with a table and four chairs, a drinking fountain in the corner, a surveillance camera installed above the water dispenser, and a window on the wall near the corridor from where one could see the corridor when the curtain was drawn.

An old white male State Police officer took Mountain Eagle into the room, left two voluntary members of the 19th Airborne Special Forces at the door, refused anyone to communicate with Mountain Eagle, and then quickly left.

Since Mountain Eagle was only assisting in the investigation, he wasn't handcuffed...

After the old white male State Police officer left, Mountain Eagle walked around the temporary holding room, and then simply lay on the table to take a nap.

However, he didn't sleep for long before someone knocked on the door to deliver a slightly greasy pork chop and drink for his lunch.

It was unclear if it was intentional or accidental, the food delivered was fine, but the outer packaging leaked, and the sticky juice made a mess of the table.

Mountain Eagle watched the officer delivering the meal, 'frantically busy,' using his hand to smear the sticky meat juice evenly over the table, ruling out the idea of using the table as a bed, he smiled and shook his head...

Took out a plastic knife and fork from the American-style lunch box, placed a cup of coffee aside, then opened the foam lunch box and looked at the sweet-scented roasted pork ribs inside.

Mountain Eagle leaned in to sniff, and the smell was unexpectedly nice!

The old American's white food was hard to eat, but the main dishes of the migrant workers' meal had decent calories and taste, though only the main dishes...

The side dishes of the pork chop included pickled cucumbers and a few things that looked like strawberries but tasted like carrots, plus a small dish of oddly flavored yogurt.

The officer who delivered the meal got up and left the room when Mountain Eagle picked up the plastic knife and fork to cut the pork ribs...

Mountain Eagle tried, then realized the plastic knife and fork couldn't cut the roast meat at all, so he glanced at the surveillance camera in the diagonal corner of the wall, smiled, and magicked a pair of nitrile gloves from his pants pocket to put on his hands, then directly grabbed the pork ribs to gnaw.

In three to five minutes, he finished the sweet and sticky pork ribs. When Mountain Eagle wanted to drink a sip of coffee, he found that the coffee was without milk and sugar. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Lack of milk and sugar was one thing, but after taking a sip, he found the coffee tasted sour.

When he wanted to go to the drinking fountain to pour a glass of water to alleviate the greasy feeling in his mouth, he found that the water dispenser had no accompanying cup, and then the air conditioning in the room suddenly broke, and a few flies and cockroaches inexplicably appeared...

Any of these things happening individually would be normal, but happening simultaneously, made Mountain Eagle realize that professionals had arrived.

Interrogation is a very professional craft...

Compared to Mountain Eagle's simple and brutal pain interrogation method, the primary goal of real interrogation is never to harm the opponent's body but to use various means to break down the psychological defenses of the person being interrogated.

Making people irritable is one of these techniques...

The opponent seemingly did nothing but used a little trick to destroy Mountain Eagle's 'comfort'.

The sticky, greasy tabletop was no longer usable for lying down, the sour coffee, the water dispenser without a cup, the stuffy air, and the annoying flies and cockroaches.

Looking at these things individually was nothing, but combined, they make the people in the room feel everything is going wrong, and combined with a bit of fatigue strategy, it can make a person very irritable.

To verify his guess, Mountain Eagle walked to the door and knocked hard, and soon the door was opened...

Faced with Mountain Eagle's angry complaint, the two black-clad soldiers watched coldly, and their automatic rifles remained in a ready-to-fire state, and they did not mind that Mountain Eagle sensed their hostility...

Meanwhile, a middle-aged State Police officer, wearing a State Police uniform and looking amiable, maintained a smile all along, addressing Mountain Eagle's complaints and grievances, he would always first wipe the sweat from his forehead, then state with amiable and formulaic rhetoric that the problem would soon be addressed.

Anyway, Mountain Eagle could curse as much as he wanted, he couldn't leave the room, and as for when the problems in the room would be resolved, he never gave a precise answer.

In one word, delay!

They made it clear they wanted to unsettle Mountain Eagle within a reasonable framework, making him irritable and angry!

Once Mountain Eagle's emotions were disturbed, they would have more room to implement other tactics.

After testing the waters, Mountain Eagle returned to the room, without showing particular anxiety, he simply took off his T-shirt to use as a rag, first killed a few flies and cockroaches, then lifted the water bucket off the drinking fountain to take a sip...

Then he acted like a seasoned Cleaner, evenly sprinkling pure water over the table and floor, using the T-shirt to clean up all the garbage and stains.

After finishing, he didn't forget to pile all the dirty stuff in the corner of the wall, covering it with a T-shirt to avoid being an eyesore. Finally, in the muggy environment, he pushed the table to the door, using its surface to block the door handle, and then put four chairs together, lying down in a cramped position to begin his nap.

During this time, every ten minutes or so, someone would come knocking on the door. After discovering they couldn't open it, they would loudly report the progress of Mountain Eagle's complaint handling.

About three hours later, the people outside found that simple knocking couldn't shake Mountain Eagle's determination to sleep, so they changed strategies...

First, they reopened the room's air conditioning and set the temperature very low, then arranged for a cleaner to enter and tidy up the room, even thoughtfully bringing a clean T-shirt for Mountain Eagle to change into.

The cleaner was a young, brown-haired Mexican woman. After patiently waiting outside the door for over ten minutes, she was let in by the 'awoken' Mountain Eagle.

As she pushed the cart into the room, the cold air inside made the brown-haired woman shiver slightly, then she rubbed her arms with her hands, awkwardly smiling at Mountain Eagle...

"Sir, please stand up for a moment, I'll clean up here..."

While talking, the brown-haired woman cleaned and sneakily glanced at Mountain Eagle's body...

Without his shirt, Mountain Eagle shed his elite aura, revealing sculpted muscles like energy conduits gathering hormones all over his body, ready to ignite with just a spark.

Mountain Eagle unfolded the T-shirt sent in by the woman and shook it, displeased as he put the one-size-too-small T-shirt on...

The slightly tight T-shirt completely showcased Mountain Eagle's strong muscle lines, but the brown-haired woman cleaning couldn't help but sigh with a bit of regret.

While the brown-haired woman was cleaning, several men in black suits holding documents walked past the window outside the door. Soon, a 'Cleaner' was brought into the room next to Mountain Eagle.

25 minutes later, the same men in black suits returned, sent the first 'Cleaner' back to the room, and then brought another 'Cleaner' to the neighboring room.

After repeating the same action three times, Mountain Eagle suddenly laughed and said to the brown-haired woman, "What are you doing?

Prisoner's dilemma?

I'm not even a suspect; using such tactics on a witness is pretty stupid, isn't it?"

The brown-haired woman listened, looking confused at Mountain Eagle, and said, "Sir, I don't know what you're talking about?"

As she spoke, she naturally took a bottle of cleaner from the cart and sprayed it on the greasy floor...

Just as Mountain Eagle was about to mock the brown-haired woman, he smelled a weird scent at the collar of the T-shirt...

The instant the smell entered his nose, Mountain Eagle felt a slight heaviness in his head, then his heart started pounding. As his metabolism sped up, a large amount of blood pumped into his brain, the groggy feeling quickly disappearing.

Realizing what had happened, Mountain Eagle sighed, suddenly ripped off the newly worn T-shirt and tossed it aside, then sat down with an unpleasant expression. He glanced at the tightly closed door and turned to look at the brown-haired woman still bending over working...

"If I do something out of the ordinary now, will you scream 'rape' and have the people outside rush in to beat me?"

Seeing Mountain Eagle still sitting steadily in his chair, the brown-haired woman glanced at the corner's surveillance camera, then curiously approached Mountain Eagle, waving her hand in front of his eyes, saying, "What's wrong?

Why say such strange things, why would I falsely accuse you..."

Mountain Eagle looked at the corner where the red light of the camera had gone out. He slightly shook his head and said, "What did you use?

My head feels dizzy, and my body feels stiff...

Colombia's scopolamine?

This is the State Police Headquarters, I'm here to assist you in the investigation, why do this?

I'm a consultant for the Department of Homeland Security, do you know the consequences of what you're doing?"

The brown-haired woman looked at the conscious Mountain Eagle, again reaching out to wave in front of his eyes, saying, "The consequence is due to previous issues, causing an emotional breakdown in the State Police office trying to attack the cleaning staff here, resulting in an accident..."

Mountain Eagle felt incredible and said, "Does the State Police handle things this recklessly now?

Oh, you're not State Police, nor could you be from the Department of Homeland Security or the FBI, so you're CIA..."

Seeing the brown-haired woman's pupils slightly contract, Mountain Eagle incredulously said, "Wow, CIA's involvement in nuclear material smuggling on the US-Mexico border, and you plan to flip the table to take all of Los Zetas's assets.

You've always collaborated with Death Angel on ISIS matters. Let me guess, you've been played too, haven't you?"

Listening, the brown-haired woman took off the cleaner uniform and turned to get a gun from the cart, holding it in her hand...

"Mountain Eagle, you know too much..."