Even though the prison door behind him was already straight, Julio Gimenes was still lying on the bed without moving.

He doesn't need to move either.

Kaijiu picked up the man who had lost less than 100 pounds with one hand and dragged him out of the cell.

This is the first time Gimenes has left this room since he was imprisoned. The last time he saw the world outside the cell was four months ago in the jungle of South America...

That day, "Gun Ghost" and Kaijiu raided their camp. Since "Mao Feng" and Professor Rodrigo, two tea banquet members, went out to "explor the way" together, there was only Mandi, a capable person left in the camp, and she was naturally not the opponent of Kaijiu and the Gun Ghost.

So Mandi and Jimenes were both captured by the Cross and detained for more than four months.

Until…today.

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Accompanied by the sound of the electronic door opening, Kaijiu walked into a conference room.

He came to the conference table and "splied" Jimenes to a chair, as if he was throwing a broken pocket.

Jimenes also did not resist from beginning to end, but only moaned a little from the pain when he hit the chair.

"What's wrong with him?" Mandi, who was sitting in the position next to him, asked casually.

"I'll take it myself." Kaijiu replied coldly, and then turned around and left the conference room.

About a minute later, the door of the conference room opened again. Zilin walked in with a cup of coffee, and took a brisk step to the main seat of the conference table and sat down.

After putting down the extra-large paper cup on his hand, he glanced at the six people who were already sitting around the conference table, and then said, "In order to save time, no matter whether you met outside before, I will introduce the members here one by one."

He paused for a second, then started from his right hand and introduced counterclockwise: "This is the Nine Prisons... Oh no... One of the 'former' deputy wardens of the Nine Prisons, the 'Nest Demon', and Carl von Baylor."

His word "previous" was accented because the Nine Prisons no longer exist.

"This is his colleague, also the former deputy warden, the chief Sophie Claremont, known as 'Aphrodite'." Zilin did not give them a chance to speak, but just introduced them one by one. "The next person is a former tea banquet member and a famous explorer, Professor Rodrigo."

Speaking of this, he paused and looked at a white man in his forties on the front desk opposite him.

"Then it is this, Pavel Zaitsev, the deputy commander-in-chief of the Iron Blood League of 'Former' Vladimirovic, and at the same time... he has another identity, namely, the undercover agent from the Federation, Mahaus Prato, code-named 'Flying Scoop'."

When this sentence was expressed, except for Zilin and Jimenes, the faces of the whole table changed a little. After all, the content of this sentence was a "big material".

Who would have thought that the deputy commander of the "Iron Blood Alliance", one of the most powerful resistance organizations in the world, would have been a federal agent; if Zilin said it was true, many of the federal actions over the years would have become extremely terrifying.

"And then... it's this one..." Zilin then counted to the left, "As you all see, this waste who has been sluggish in the seat, looks like he hasn't shaved for several months, is the 'South American Emperor' who disappeared a few months ago, Prince Julio Gimenes."

As he said that, Zilin turned his gaze to the beauty on his left, the last person to introduce: "The last one is Ms. Mandi, known as the 'Mandala' by Master Daoer."

After Zilin reported all the identities of these six people, he mentioned himself: "And I... My name is Zilin. Today, on behalf of the Contra-Cross, I will discuss some things with you."

"Before the official start..." Before Zilin finished speaking, Prato interrupted, "I have to ask..." He glanced at Jimenes, "What's wrong with that guy? And... does he really have the ability to know that he is participating in some kind of discussion?"

"Don't worry, he's very awake." Zilin said, taking a sip of coffee and continuing slowly, "For the past four months, I have been giving him a medicine called 'Velvet'. The formula of this medicine was bought out by the Jimenes family from a pharmacist in Sakura House at a high price. The main raw material is the 'tobacco' grown by Jimenes's family.

"As for its main purpose, it is to control women who were arrested by the Gimenes family through kidnapping or trafficking, and forced to engage in a special industry.

"The girls will be injected with this medicine within hours of being caught, and then they will become like Jimenes at the moment, in a state of disorganization; although they are still awake, their whole body will feel as light as feathers, and their brains cannot effectively drive their bodies to act.

"It is necessary to wait until the medicine has passed before people can do some normal activities, such as eating, going to the toilet, etc.

"But it won't take long to get the 'addiction'. At this time, if you don't take the medicine again, the unique withdrawal reaction of 'Velvet' will appear - the addict will have the hallucination of 'heavier and heavier' in your body. Every hair, every hair, every drop of blood in your body, every bone in your body... will become a heavy object that seems to press your whole person into meat sauce, pulling you toward a certain abyss that does not exist, and you can't do anything about it... All that is accompanied by you is huge fear and pain."

After hearing what he said, the sympathy of the others present for Jimenes disappeared in an instant, and they all showed a little contempt.

"Then..." After a few seconds, Prato continued, "Is this guy floating now or sinking?"

"Floating." Zilin replied without thinking, "His cell has a separate oxygen supply system, which is given through the air regularly every day. How long does it take for him to float, how long does it last, when it goes, when it falls... can all be controlled."

"Then do we still have to thank you for not taking the same detention measures against us?" Mandi asked at this time.

"Don't get me wrong, Ms. Mandi." Zilin replied with a smile, "I'm not telling you this way, not to suggest 'I can treat you like this,' nor to show you 'This is how we treat the evil people'... I just saw that Kaijiu had just replied to you 'self-inflicted', for fear that it would cause misunderstandings and doubts if he couldn't explain it clearly, so he explained it to you in a more detailed manner."

"Then why are you torturing him alone?" Sophie, who was sitting on the other side of the table, said at this time, "What's the difference between us and him for you?"

"Good question," Zilin replied, "First of all, I have no intention to torture Mr. Jimenes. I will neither be happy nor satisfied with the sufferings he has suffered... This 'sin' imposition on others is not a desirable interest, nor is it a promotion of justice."

"Ha..." Upon hearing this, Sophie smiled, her smile was as charming as ever, even a beauty like Mandi was pale in front of her. "You mean... torture him is meaningless to you, that is, all the pain he suffered is for..." She curled her lips and said in an unanimous tone, "...noting?"

"Yes, objectively, this is the case, but..." Zilin replied, "...for you, this makes sense."

"Uh..." Professor Rodrigo raised his hand like a humble student and said, "Sorry, I don't seem to keep up with your ideas."

"Try to think about it, Professor." Zilin took another sip of coffee, moistened his throat, and said again, "When the haggard Mr. Jimenes was thrown into the seat like garbage, when I introduced him to you in a contemptuous and insulting tone... what did you feel; and when I specifically said how I tortured him, and when I said what he had done in the same way... what did you feel?"

After hearing this, Rodrigo's eyes flashed, as if he had thought of something, but it was not clear.

"Is it 'sin' or 'justice' not the matter itself, but the 'people'''s perception of it; different individuals have different understandings and feelings about the same thing, and people's ideas will be biased by countless factors such as their own cognition, position, and mastery of information, or even completely opposite..." After a breath, Carl continued, "You just want to tell us this, right?"

Pa-pa-pa-

Zilin slowly applauded Carl: "It's great, Carl, it's not in vain. I often come to chat with you." He did go to Carl more than once and instilled with the other party a lot of things he learned from Tianyi. "The definition of 'justice' varies from individual thoughts. Only by acknowledging this can we do something better for this world, right?"

"Hmph... Do you mean this pseudophilosophical brainwashing in a pseudophilosophical tone?" At this time, Prato suddenly asked in a very unpolite tone.

"I just gave you an example, Mr. Prato." Zilin said this and pointed to Jimenes who were slumped on the chair. "If we regard everything that happened to Jimenes as something at the junction of Eurasia a while ago..."

"Iron Curtain Flame?" Before Zilin could finish speaking, Prato rushed to speak out the four words.

"Hehe... I am a person who has experienced it personally, and my reaction is fast." Zilin's voice was full of sarcasm.

"I understand, I understand." Prato shook his head and said in a depressed tone, "Your example is good... For this world, people's opinion defines this massacre, not what the massacre itself defines; after all, the truth is meaningless, and the result is meaningful... Only God knows the truth, and the result is determined by people."

"Oh~ I'm not slow." Zilin mocked him unyieldingly, "It's a pity that your loyalty is outstanding... did not impress your bosses, let them notify you to retreat before bombing; no matter how smart or capable you are... you are still an "absent son". " He chuckled and changed his tone, "But I can understand them. After all, you are already a conspicuous person like the deputy commander of the Iron Blood Alliance. If you suddenly run away, more senior leaders of the Resistance Army will notice the matter and escape. Moreover, considering that there are not many people left in the Resistance Organization after the bombing, how much value can you, a bare-studded undercover commander, have? As the saying goes, rabbits are dead and dogs are cooked, and birds are hidden..."

Hearing this, Prato burst out from his nose and said in a deep voice: "My relationship with the Federation does not require you to further provoke... They do not need you to find rationality and justify what they do... Yes, my brain is very fast, and I can usually be an agent. My IQ is not low, but I know... a high IQ does not mean that I can have the kind of 'smart' you. If I am smart enough, I will not go on this path, nor will I fall into your hands after the bombing... So, don't tell me those big principles, I am just a plain person and don't want to understand those things; if you want to use me to deal with the Federation, then use it, at least on this point, our interests are the same."

"Okay, hurry up and speak quickly, I like it." Zilin said, "I'm still wondering what you should do if you are stubborn. I didn't expect that Mr. Prato, you are still easy to talk to."

"As you mean..." Sophie said again at this time, "If we don't cooperate with you, you will also 'do' us?"

"How is it possible~ Whether to 'do' or 'not 'do', it depends on the person." Zilin spread his hands and looked at the other party and said, "Let's go back, for you, isn't it safe to just throw a glamorous look and make me 'love' you?"

Sophie avoided Zilin's eyes and replied in a cold tone: "Come on, the first time I saw you, I knew that you were the type of "kill your beloved without hesitation in order to realize your ideals". I'm afraid of you."

"Yes, you can torture a person like that just to give an example. I don't think you can do anything you can do. What else can you do if you don't listen to you..." Mandi also continued, "But there is another thing I don't understand. Why have you come to negotiate with us so far? I've been locked up here for more than four months, but to be honest... I want me to work hard for you. As long as you quote a price I can accept, we can negotiate in four minutes."

"He was just waiting..." Before Zilin replied, Carl spoke first, "Wait for a suitable opportunity." His eyes were drooping, and his expression and temperament were colder and gloomy when he spoke than when he was in the Nine Prisons. "Before he 'need to use us', it would be better to lock us here than to cause trouble for them outside... and it also avoided the possibility of our death on the day of 'Iron Curtain Flame'."

"I said... are you okay?" Although I basically couldn't meet because of shift issues, I was a former colleague after all, Sophie was still a little worried about Carl. "Why do you feel that your tone is strange, and you know them very well..."
Chapter completed!