He wasn't in a hurry to interrogate Jane; after all, she was somewhat of an acquaintance of Hunter's.
Even though he had sensed just now that this woman hated him,
Hunter still felt that if he wanted to get useful information out of her, ordinary methods probably wouldn't work.
Therefore, he felt he needed to let Jane see how cruel his methods could be first to intimidate this Female Assassin.
Currently, the two Female Assassins tied to the wooden crosses were unable to break free.
They watched as Hunter rummaged around the room for a while before finding a stack of newspapers from somewhere.
Without saying a word, he walked straight to the water bucket with the newspapers.
Then, he took out a sheet of newspaper.
After folding it slightly, Hunter placed it into the bucket filled with water.
After soaking it for a moment, he pulled the soaking wet newspaper out of the bucket.
Then, with an expressionless face, he walked toward the Female Assassin who was over 1.8 meters tall.
Only then did he speak: "I'm a person who follows rules. Your companion next to you tried to assassinate me twice before and failed both times."
"The second time, I caught her, 'dealt with' her twice, and then spared her life."
"I don't know if Jane is her name or her code name in your Assassin Company."
"But last time, it was indeed her beauty that saved her."
Perkins' eyes widened instantly, her face full of disbelief as she looked at Jane, who was also tied to a wooden cross and looking grim.
She had made her debut just a few years ago, and since joining the Assassin Company, she had been working desperately to climb the ranks.
But even though Perkins was very confident and even conceited, she had to admit one thing.
At least for now, she was no match for Jane.
Jane was the ace of their Assassin Company and definitely deserved that title.
She hadn't expected that after the other party took this assassination mission and failed, she would actually be taken captive by the target.
Furthermore, based on what this handsome Asian Youth was saying,
if Jane hadn't had a pretty face, she probably wouldn't have survived until now.
For a moment, Perkins felt like her dreams were shattered.
After all, even though she was very dissatisfied with Jane,
Jane was the ace of their Assassin Company, yet she had ultimately relied on her beauty to survive after a failed mission.
If it were Perkins, she would rather be beaten to death after a failed mission than suffer that kind of humiliation.
Jane was deeply stung by Perkins' expression.
Her chest heaved violently with anger and humiliation.
Jane stared coldly at Hunter without saying a word.
She wanted to know what this guy was planning to do.
Hunter naturally noticed Jane's gaze, but he didn't pay any attention to her.
He had already walked up to Perkins, staring expressionlessly at Perkins, who was tied to a cross.
With one hand, he brushed aside a lock of long, black hair that hung over Perkins's face.
When the exquisite and sexy face, no less beautiful than Jane's, was revealed underneath.
Hunter was somewhat surprised, because he felt that sense of familiarity grow stronger.
"Strange?"
He wondered inwardly, but Hunter didn't dwell on it.
Seeing Perkins glaring at him, her eyes burning as if with fire.
At this moment, Hunter suddenly felt like he was the villain, the scoundrel, the antagonist.
However, this thought only appeared for an instant before he dismissed it.
Are you kidding? After transmigrating, he had completely shed the moral and ethical constraints of his previous life.
Hunter never considered himself a good person, nor did he think he was a bad guy.
If he had to define himself, he would prefer to use the alignment system from an ancient game he loved in his previous life, 'Dungeons & Dragons'.
He would categorize his alignment as chaotic neutral.
Hunter could do good, and he could do evil.
Everything he did was purely based on his own preferences.
So, seeing Perkins glare at him.
Hunter merely said calmly, "You also possess a face that can spare you from death once."
"But today, I'm in a very bad mood."
"I was inexplicably targeted by an assassin organization that keeps sending killers to assassinate me."
"Rather than dealing with you, I want to know more."
"Who exactly commissioned the mission to take my life?"
"The trouble you've caused me has made me very unhappy."
"Now!"
"Tell me, and I'll let you go one last time."
"Otherwise, death!"
After speaking, Hunter slowly raised the wet newspaper, soaked in water, and brought it slowly to Perkins's face.
Breathing is a right humans have possessed since birth.
Thus, since ancient times, from the very beginning of punishment.
Depriving a person of their right to breathe also became one of the torture methods that judges and executioners in Eastern and Western countries thought of simultaneously.
At least, Hunter had seen in a book he borrowed from the library recently that more than a thousand years ago, not long after paper was introduced to the West.
In Old Europe, the Church was the first to use this method to torture heretics.
The wet newspaper in Hunter's hand was not as convenient to use as the special interrogation paper developed by a research institute at the behest of the CIA for torture.
But he felt it was enough to deal with Jane and the other one.
Seeing Perkins merely glaring at him, with no intention of answering.
Hunter didn't indulge her, directly pressing the wet newspaper firmly against her face, instantly blocking her mouth and nose.
"Mmm!"
The folded wet newspaper had extremely poor breathability.
The moment the wet newspaper was pressed against Perkins's face, covering her mouth and nose.
She immediately felt that she couldn't breathe.
The feeling of suffocation immediately plunged Perkins into panic.
She thrashed her legs continuously, and the veins on her arms and neck also bulged.
Hunter silently calculated the time, and when he saw her struggles become more intense.
Only then did he reach out and rip the newspaper from Perkins's face!
"Hoo!"
Finally able to breathe again, Perkins immediately gasped for air.
Her face took on a sickly peach hue.
Just as she was about to glare at Hunter, she saw him merely glance at her calmly.
Immediately, he walked back to the water bucket, picked up another old newspaper, folded it as before, and soaked it in the bucket again.
In an instant, the anger on Perkins's face turned into fear.
She had always thought that she had willingly become a professional assassin.
And, even though she had suffered many injuries during past missions, she hadn't felt the slightest fear.
So, Perkins had always believed that although she was materialistic and loved money more than life, she was also a woman who wasn't afraid of death threats.
Until just now, accompanied by suffocation.
Perkins clearly felt death slowly closing in on her.
She couldn't break free, couldn't breathe!
At the edge of death, Perkins briefly thought of many things.
She thought of her three cabinets full of designer bags, her two shoe racks full of beloved shoes, the luxurious clothes and brand-name jewelry she hadn't worn enough.
She thought of the poodle that cost her over 30,000 every month, and the luxurious supercar she had recently bought.
In the face of death, Perkins finally became afraid.
Therefore, when Hunter expressionlessly picked up the wet newspaper for the second time and walked towards the cross.
She immediately cried out in panic, "Wait!"
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