Special Forces: At the beginning, An Ran pulled him to get his certificate.

Chapter 1516 Fulfillment

The heavy iron door closed silently behind them, shutting out the ashamed and confused faces of the two expert interrogators from the elite team. Inside the interrogation room, only a suffocating silence remained, broken only by the monotonous and glaring light from the pale xenon lamp.

Chen Jun did not immediately look at the cyborg who was firmly restrained in the metal chair.

He walked slowly to the simple tin table in the corner, his gaze calmly sweeping over the items scattered on it: a powerful flashlight, a rubber baton, an old transformer with tangled wires, an unopened saline solution, gauze stained with dark red blood, and a small medical kit marked with a red cross.

His gaze finally settled on an unassuming, half-open leather tool bag. He reached in and pulled out a slender needle that gleamed with a cold, silvery light. The needle was slightly thicker than a typical acupuncture needle, and its tip shone like an almost invisible point of cold light under the lamp.

Then he turned around and walked over to the bald cyborg.

The cyborg still had its head bowed, its messy hair covering most of its face, its bare upper body covered in wounds, new wounds overlapping old ones, and the lights on the life monitor jumping regularly, proving the tenacious, inhuman vitality of this body, but also highlighting the deathly stillness of it, like an object.

Chen Jun stopped in front of him, bowed slightly, and spoke in a low voice, even with a strange calmness, which rang out clearly in the oppressive space:

"You should know that in Yan Country, besides my military rank, I have another identity."

He paused, as if stating a fact completely unrelated to the current situation.

"I am a doctor. And I am quite well-known. I led the breakthrough in the treatment of advanced cancer."

The cyborg's body stiffened almost imperceptibly for a fraction of a second, an extremely subtle moment, but it did not escape Chen Jun's notice.

Chen Jun seemed unconcerned about the other party's reaction and continued in an almost casual tone:

"As a fairly qualified doctor, I have a thorough understanding of the human body structure—the distribution and function of bones, muscles, nerves, acupoints, and internal organs, as well as how they interact, transmit signals, and generate pain... I guess that should be considered... a basic professional skill?"

His tone even carried a hint of academic detachment.

However, just as the last syllable fell, his right hand, which was holding the silver needle, moved.

There was no wind, no warning, only an extremely faint, almost invisible, silver afterimage.

"laugh--"

A faint, almost inaudible sound, like a sharp object piercing dense tissue.

The silver needle, with unparalleled precision and at a tricky angle, pierced a specific spot below the cyborg's collarbone. The depth was perfectly controlled, avoiding major blood vessels, yet firmly resting on a node where an exceptionally sensitive nerve plexus intersected with an acupoint.

"Well……!"

The cyborg, which had been as lifeless as an object, suddenly let out a muffled groan, forcibly suppressed yet still distorted and distorted, from deep within its throat! Its lowered head abruptly lifted, its cloudy eyes bulging from the unexpected, far greater pain, bloodshot veins instantly filling them, staring intently at Chen Jun, who was inches away. In that gaze, the previous numb emptiness had shattered, leaving only the most primal, almost tangible resentment and rage, as if it wanted to devour Chen Jun alive with its eyes.

He tried to struggle, but the specially made alloy shackles locked every muscle he could possibly exert. He could only twist his neck in vain, like a fish nailed to a chopping board, his body making a soft, clattering sound against the metal chair.

What terrified him even more was the sensation evoked by that tiny silver needle.

It wasn't just a simple, sharp stinging pain, but a strange, tidal wave of soreness, numbness, swelling, and pain that suddenly spread from the point of penetration! It was as if countless tiny, barbed icicles were frantically flowing along his neural network, forcibly awakening and even amplifying the pain nerves that should have been strengthened or blocked wherever they passed! The pain was no longer a localized signal, but a pervasive, engulfing pain that spread from the physical level to the mental level, impacting the core of his consciousness that should have been stable after his transformation.

"No...impossible..." The cyborg's thoughts struggled to rise and fall amidst waves of excruciating pain, its heart filled with unbelievable horror. "The pain...it was clearly...adjusted...weakened...how could it...be so...clear...so..."

He couldn't understand it. The modification should have given him superhuman endurance, and even allowed him to "manage" pain signals to some extent. But the pain brought by this silver needle seemed to be of another dimension, directly affecting the nature of nerve conduction, and possibly even involving some unexplored bioelectrical circuits connected to emotions and the subconscious.

Chen Jun stared expressionlessly at his face, contorted in pain, at his bulging, resentful eyes. He didn't speak, but his wrist moved with an extremely steady, subtle movement.

The angle of the silver needle deflected almost imperceptibly.

"Ugh—!!!"

A sharper, almost inhuman scream burst from between the cyborg's teeth. His entire body arched violently, only to be pulled back sharply by the shackles, slamming against the chair back with a dull thud. The resentment in his eyes was replaced by deeper pain and a trace of bewilderment, and his pupils began to dilate uncontrollably, as if his soul was being torn out by this continuous, precise torture.

"Will you tell me or not?"

Chen Jun finally spoke, his voice still steady, without even a hint of coercion, as if asking, "How's the weather today?" But coupled with the unmoving yet relentlessly emitting "torture" from the silver needle, these three words sounded incredibly cold.

He didn't wait for an answer, or rather, he wasn't in a hurry for one. His wrist twitched slightly again.

The silver needle was slowly withdrawn half an inch and then gently inserted into another nearby, related acupoint, and twisted.

"Ugh... Pfft..."

The cyborg's body trembled violently, cold sweat mixed with blood streaming down his forehead. He opened his mouth wide, wanting to roar, to curse, to submit, but only gurgling sounds and suppressed whimpers could escape his throat. The extreme pain continued to wash over him, blurring the passage of time, as if only this endless torment was real.

Just as his consciousness was about to drown completely in an ocean of pain, and the light in his eyes was fading like a candle flickering in the wind—

"You...you should just ask!!!"

A hoarse, broken roar, filled with extreme grievance and collapse, suddenly burst from the cyborg's mouth! He had somehow managed to use his last bit of strength to spit out a small portion of the rag that might have been stuffed into his mouth, allowing the sound to distort and burst out of his throat.

"You fucking... all you care about is... stabbing me! You've got my mouth covered... you... you should... ask me something!!!"

He roared until he was hoarse, and even physiological tears welled up in his eyes, mixed with bloodshot veins, making him look extremely disheveled and...absurd.

Chen Jun's fingers, which were twirling the silver needles, paused for a mere tenth of a second.

The icy calm on his face seemed to crack with an extremely subtle detail, like a finely tuned program encountering an unexpected input.

"..."

Chen Jun paused for a moment. His gaze swept over the cyborg's face, which was streaked with tears and contorted with pain and some kind of absurd anger, and then looked at the thin, long silver needle in his hand, which was stained with a little tissue fluid.

In some corner of my heart, a voice seemed to softly say "Oh".

It seems... we forgot to ask a question first?

I was so engrossed in the "practical verification" of the human nerve acupoints and pain transmission mechanisms that I neglected the basic interrogation process—first ask questions, then apply pressure.

At this moment, the cyborg's gaze towards him still held resentment, but now carried a greater sense of fear as if he were looking at a "madman" or a "devil," as well as a sense of indignation at "you fucking lack martial ethics."

"Devil...you are a devil..." the cyborg gasped, his voice broken and hoarse, filled with the weakness of someone who had survived a catastrophe and the deep-seated fear in his bones. His previous stubbornness and numbness had been completely shattered by this inexplicable torture, leaving only the most instinctive will to survive and...to cooperate.

“I…I can tell you…about the base in South Vietnam…”

He spoke very quickly, as if afraid that if he spoke too slowly, that terrifying silver needle would fall again.

"In... about 100 kilometers east of the capital of South Vietnam... deep in the jungle... I can draw the coordinates..."

As he spoke, his body trembled uncontrollably, a mixture of lingering pain and the fear of revealing secrets.

“But… if you go… you'll just be throwing your life away… The people there… are no longer ordinary modified beings… They… they're closer to… 'gods'… You can't handle them…”

His voice grew softer and softer, his eyes began to glaze over, and the trembling in his body suddenly intensified.

Chen Jun frowned slightly, immediately sensing something was wrong. He swiftly reached out, trying to grab the other person's chin, but it was too late.

The cyborg clenched its teeth tightly, biting its own tongue hard! Blood immediately gushed from the corner of its mouth, its body convulsed violently, and its eyes quickly dimmed.

Chen Jun looked at him and slowly withdrew his hand. The slight ripple on his face had vanished, replaced by absolute calm.

He watched the deathly aura rapidly spreading in the other's eyes, watched the face contorted in agony by suicide yet ultimately returning to calm, and spoke softly, his voice devoid of any discernible emotion:

"Biting your tongue? You won't die that easily."

“I’m a doctor. If I don’t want you to die, you won’t die.”

These words were spoken in a plain tone, yet they carried an unquestionable, almost domineering indifference.

However, he did not take any emergency measures. He just watched silently as the lights on the life monitor went from pulsating regularly to becoming erratic, eventually stretching into a desperate straight line, emitting a monotonous and persistent beeping.

The last glimmer of light in the cyborg's eyes went out completely, leaving behind a complex and unreadable mix of emotions—a sense of relief, fear, and perhaps even a trace of regret for not being able to witness Chen Jun's failure in his attempt to enter that "divine" land.

Chen Jun straightened up and casually tossed the blood-stained silver needle in his hand into the nearby sludge bin.

The metal needle fell to the bottom of the bucket with a soft "ding".

He granted his wish.