After the regular interrogation lasted for two hours, Coleman finally lost his patience.
"Hasn't he confessed yet?"
Walking into the secret room, he saw Henry, who was already pale, slumped in the chair with his head tilted to one side. He turned his gaze to his two subordinates.
"What's going on?"
The captain looked at his watch.
"It's been two hours, and we're in a hurry. We must get the accurate information before the American notices, or I can't report to M."
"This guy..."
One agent wiped the sweat from his neck and gently shook his head, saying, "He hasn't spoken yet. He's undergone anti-interrogation training, like all Navy intelligence personnel. It seems it will take some time."
"We don't have time."
Coleman walked to the side, took a metal box from the cabinet.
He opened the silver case, and inside the shockproof padding lay a row of syringes filled with truth serum, which glimmered menacingly under the blue light.
