Struggle in Russia - Vol 3 Chapter 684

Vishniak squinted to observe Helensen, the aristocrat who seemed to be frightened gave him a sense of dishonesty and cunning.

“Really?” Vishniak said very calmly, and then looked at Helensen so quietly.

This put a lot of pressure on Helensen. Although Vishniak’s eyes were not sharp, and he didn’t mean the slightest bit of viciousness, he always felt that the other party’s eyes were cold, which made him feel cold.

How to describe this feeling? Just like when he was a kid when he was caught by a harsh tutor or an old father for doing bad things.

He felt that he was completely seen through, and that no lie could deceive the other party, which made him feel very bad.

After a while, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and the pressure in his heart was even greater, as if a large stone was pressing against his chest, and he felt breathless.

“Of course!”

Under the pressure, Helensen had to quickly explain: “My task is to destroy Wallachia’s financing. If it can destroy the good cooperative relationship between you and the Prussian royal family, it will be even more seconds…”

Vishniak still looked at him so calmly, his eyes did not change in the slightest, and he obviously told Helensen: I don’t believe what you said at all!

Helenson knew very well that it was not a big deal if the Russians discovered a problem by just talking about sabotaging financing. And once he talked about the destruction of the marriage between Frederick I and the Prussian royal family, he was finished.

The Russians will not let him go, the Prussians will not let him even Friedrich I, he is timid but not stupid and knows what to say and what not to say.

After a while, even Vishniak was a little surprised that this timid-looking guy had such a strong ability to withstand pressure. Know more information.

Of course, Vishniak would rather believe it was a disguise, so he shrugged and said casually: “It seems that your mouth is not so tight! Well, let’s rest for a while, and in fifteen minutes, I will Come in again and see if you remember anything more!”

After saying this, he shook his hands and ordered his subordinates: “Take good care of Earl Helensen. It’s better to deal with a dishonest guy like him, or he won’t know the seriousness of the matter at all!”

Helensen was so frightened that he really didn’t expect the Russians to be so cruel. Even if he confessed, he still refused to forgive him. Are all these guys hard-hearted devils?

“No! Sir! No, Your Excellency, I have really explained it clearly, I really don’t know about the rest…”

Before the three words could be said, Helensen’s mouth was blocked by a piece of rag full of dirt. Before he was whipped, he was disgusted. As a clean and elegant high-ranking noble, the rag was as dirty as a footcloth, and the stench would make him vomit.

It’s just that he couldn’t spit it out, because the blockage was too strong, and three or four executioners were entertaining him. Even if he spit it out, he would continue to stuff it back, because Vishniak really didn’t like hearing screams.

“This guy is a slippery guy,” Vishniak said to Fontana. “He should be avoiding the important things, and there is definitely something he hasn’t explained.”

Fontana also nodded. To be honest, she didn’t like the torture unit in the Gendarmerie Command. She hated this place, but she had to admit that sometimes such equipment must exist for some guys.

“I think so too,” she frowned slightly, because the sound of whips whipping her flesh could still be vaguely heard next door, which brought back more bad memories for her.

However, she took a slight breath, suppressed these bad feelings, and continued: “He should have key information, and he must pry his mouth open.”

Speaking of which, she glanced at the next door, frowned again, and asked, “But you’re right, he’s a slick guy and won’t open his mouth easily. In order to keep the most important secrets, he may continue to avoid the important and even make up stories. , so we have to put more pressure on him…”

Vishniak knew that Fontana had not finished speaking, or that what she wanted to express was not what she meant literally, so he waited quietly, and sure enough, after a moment of silence, Fontana said:

“I think it’s hard to open his mouth with torture alone, we have to make him think we have more to discover and any of his tricks won’t work.”

Vishniak nodded and said: “I think so too, but the information we have at hand is still too little, and we only have one chance to test and exert pressure. It’s time to be troublesome.”

This is the most troublesome part of the interrogation, because the information will never be equal, and you will never know how many secrets a guy like Helenson has. Slowly to pry open his mouth.

And sometimes the time is very limited, if the goal is not achieved in time, even if the prisoner finally explained it, it will be too late.

Vishniak sighed: “So I can only beat him first, and then see if he will explain anything new. I can only take a step and see.”

Fontana also nodded in agreement~www.mtlnovel.com~ At this moment, the military police officer in charge of the torture next door walked in: “Sir, the prisoner has something to say.”

Vishniak took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. It had only been seven or eight minutes. Although the high-ranking nobles were all delicate and tender, it was too fast, thinking that he exchanged glances with Fontana. , Fontana also felt it was too fast.

Vishnia calmed down and commanded directly: “Don’t worry, it hasn’t arrived in fifteen minutes, let’s talk after the fight!”

This decision made the gendarmerie responsible for the execution, Monk Zhang Er, bewildered, because all the prisoners took the initiative to ask for an explanation. What does it mean? Are you trying to get the prisoner to speak or just torment the prisoner for fun?

Anyway, the way he looked at Vishniak changed when he went out, probably because he thought Vishniak was a little bit like that.

“Haha,” Fontana laughed, “you terrified the subordinates of His Excellency the Archduke, but your request is indeed a bit unusual, and it is normal to be misunderstood!”

Vishniak touched his cheek and sighed faintly: “Damn, they are designated to spread rumors again. In addition to LSP, I’m afraid I will be called a sadist…”