Chapitre 41: Sure Enough!
"That... I didn't do anything!"
The middle-aged man saw that the masked Konohagakure Intelligence Division Ninja only touched his head and then fell into silence. He couldn't help but panic.
Only he knew why he went to Konoha's hospital.
Now, he could only try to defend himself as much as possible. After all, this Konohagakure Intelligence Division Ninja in front of him did not look old and might not have enough experience. In the end, if he admitted a little, things might be over.
"Shut up."
Aoba suddenly shouted, and his fierce tone seemed to change into a different person.
After that, Aoba began to walk toward the toolbox in the corner of the compartment.
There were the tools needed for interrogation in the tool column.
However, he had never used them since he came here.
Even he had not expected he would use it this time.
This small compartment was not large, but there were many tools. Although it was not as complete as Konohagakure Intelligence Division's small black room, there were still more than 30 types of torture instruments.
Aoba's gaze swept over these torture instruments and finally fell on a very thick and large chain.
This chain was more than a meter long, and it was rusty and stained with blood that could not be wiped away. It was unknown how many people's blood soaked on it.
Aoba immediately stretched out his right hand and grabbed the end of the chain.
He lifted the chain and walked towards the middle-aged man.
Clank... Clank... Clank...
The friction between the iron chains and the ground made a harsh sound, which greatly stimulated the nerves of the bound ninja.
"You... What are you going to do?"
The eyelids of the middle-aged man slightly jumped. Although he was Sunagakure's Chunin Ninja, he was now bound. Moreover, once he used ninjutsu to break free, his identity as a spy would be exposed.
"Torture."
Aoba spat out these two words indifferently. His pitch-black pupils stared at the middle-aged man through the peephole of the cat-faced mask.
Swish!
The muscles on Aoba's right arm suddenly bulged and swung the heavy iron chain.
The powerful strength he had trained during this period of time was instantly unleashed, causing the iron chain to slam heavily on the middle-aged man's chest.
Whoosh!
The iron chain collided with the middle-aged man's body, and a loud crashing sound broke out.
Kacha!
With the crashing sound, there was a crisp sound of bones breaking.
"Ahhhh..."
The middle-aged man cried out in pain. He never thought that he would be directly hit by such a heavy blow. He could clearly feel that several of his sternum and ribs were broken. The intense pain filled his nerves, and a strand of blood flowed down from the corner of his mouth.
"No... it can't be..."
The middle-aged man resisted the heavy iron chain. Although he was not a torture ninja, he knew that this iron chain was for binding people and not for beating people. If this continued, who could bear it!
If he was slapped a few more times. Then he might die here today.
Under the intense pain, his nerves could not help but produce a big question mark.
Was Konohagakure's punishment that brutal?
Wasn't he just sneaking into Konoha's hospital...
Logically speaking, even stealing things was not enough to suffer like this!
This was too ruthless!
"This thing is not easy to use!"
Aoba then threw the chain on the ground. He did not want to kill this Sunagakure spy so easily, and he just wanted to show his strength first.
"I'm a newcomer to Konohagakure Intelligence Division. I haven't been here for too long, and I'm not very good at using these props. Wait for me to change them. I guarantee that you will feel comfortable and satisfied."
The corners of Aoba's mouth curved up slightly behind the mask.
He turned around and walked towards the corner where the tools were piled up.
"No... there's no need..."
As the middle-aged man spoke, a mouthful of blood was stuck in his throat, and he almost fainted.
"I confess!"
"I confess everything!"
"Don't touch those things..."
The middle-aged man believed Aoba's words. He had believed Aoba's words. If Aoba casually gave him a few more blows, even if he did not die, he would be crippled.
"It's really troublesome to meet someone like you who has backbone!"
Aoba sighed helplessly. The content he said combined with the current situation directly stunned this Sunagakure spy.
"There's no other way..."
Aoba squatted down and picked up a huge plier that needed to be held with both hands.
This plier had a metallic texture similar to a metal chain and was covered in rust.
There were even countless bloodstains on it.
"I can only increase my effort!"
After saying that, Aoba walked towards the middle-aged man with a plier.
"Don't... don't... don't..."
When the middle-aged man saw the huge plier and thought of how this person had smashed people with the iron chain like a fool, he could not help but feel his chrysanthemum tighten and an inexplicable feeling of fear arose in his heart.
"Let's see if you are willing to confess this time!"
Aoba held the pliers and directly attacked the middle-aged man's face.
This plier was used to break nails, and Aoba had seen how to use it in Eaton's memory.
It was the so-called ten fingers connected to the heart.
The pain of bending nails was not something that ordinary people could endure. Coupled with the visual impact brought by its huge pincer, it would slowly mentally break them down, and they would eventually be unable to withstand it.
But...
Aoba, on the other hand, was like what he had said. He was a newbie and did not know how to use these tools at all.
He directly aimed the giant pincer at the middle-aged man's face.
"You... you... you... what are you doing?"
The middle-aged man's heart was about to jump out. He instinctively wanted to break free of the rope, but the pain in his chest stopped him, making it difficult for him to do anything under the condition of being tied up.
"Your mouth is too tight. I plan to pull out your teeth and see if you can reveal your intentions."
Aoba said indifferently.
"I confess! I confess! I confess! I confess everything!"
The middle-aged man was shocked. He felt strange, and he had said that he would confess from the beginning. How did he become so tight-lipped?
"I haven't seen such a firm and unyielding person like you in a long time."
Aoba ignored the middle-aged man's words and directly opened the pliers and clamped them on the latter's mouth. He said in a very gentle tone, "Open your mouth."
"Hmmm..."
The middle-aged man did not dare to open his mouth.
He immediately closed his mouth tightly, and his eyes flashed with fear. He was not afraid of serious and experienced interrogation ninjas, but he was afraid of this newbie who did not play by the rules. He had no idea what he was going to face.
"Your mouth is really tight. I can't even see your teeth."
Aoba's tone had a feeling that he had guessed everything.
"???"
The middle-aged man wanted to defend himself, but the plier was right in front of his mouth. He did not dare to open his mouth at all. He complained in his heart. He had been a spy for two years and never expected to end up like this.
"Then there is no other way. In order for you to confess, I can only open your mouth."
Aoba suddenly raised the huge plier in his hand and directly slapped it towards the middle-aged man's mouth. He used his full strength and did not hold back at all.
At this time, there was no need for any Holy Mother's sympathy.
As Konohagakure's ninja. Aoba was very selfish.
He just wanted to quietly read memories in Konohagakure Intelligence Division.
But, this kind of trouble appeared before him.
He had to take care of it properly. After all, no matter what, the information that came from this spy could cause the deaths of other Konohagakure's ninjas.
All of a sudden, the middle-aged man widened his eyes and cursed in his heart.
The plier in front of him was getting closer and bigger, and then he felt a huge impact and tremor, followed by a strong pain.
Bang!
Aoba directly smashed the middle-aged man's mouth. Along with a loud sound, several teeth of the middle-aged man were shattered, and blood spurted out from his lips, showing a bloody scene.
"It seems that I am too kind. To deal with a hard one like you, I have to show some real ability."
Aoba then threw the plier on the ground and turned to look for other props.
"I... I confess..."
The middle-aged man's voice was a little distorted. As he spoke, blood kept flowing out.
"You don't even know how to properly do this!"
When Aoba heard it, he suddenly stopped walking and gave the middle-aged man a thumbs-up.
"You really have a backbone!"
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