Chapter 569

Chapter 569: Confession Brings Leniency

Knock, knock, knock!

“Sir, would you like special services?”

A stunning blonde beauty, dressed in a strapless top and shorts, knocked on the door with a crisp, melodious voice that sounded like a nightingale.

Could it be the Dragon Knight’s romantic encounter?!

In a typical roadside motel, it seemed unlikely for such a breathtaking beauty to be waiting.

Even a man would find it hard to refuse sharing a wonderful night with someone so beautiful. But reality was unexpectedly different.

The beauty was left with a warm smile against the cold door, as her continuous knocks on the door yielded no response. Inside, the Dragon Knight continued to snore softly, seeming to be in a deep, peaceful sleep.

This would stir any man’s blood with excitement, but the alluring sound at the door only met the indifferent door locked tight.

Yet the blonde beauty showed no sign of embarrassment or disappointment. She gestured towards the hallway, and a group of armed personnel in bulletproof vests quietly approached, nearly surrounding the entire motel with over a hundred of them.

Several teams of snipers were positioned at every vantage point, locking onto every corner. A few armed personnel were equipped with RPGs and grenades, while most carried automatic rifles. This was nothing short of a military force enhancing their firepower.

This “army” pointed their guns at a specific room in the motel as if anticipating a great enemy.

“All right, it seems he’s asleep. With the dosage we administered, even an elephant would be brought down; there’s no danger.”

The blond beauty’s charming gaze and captivating expression faded away, replaced by a man clad in a bulletproof vest who draped a trench coat over her, hiding her curvy figure.

The night air was chilly enough to give her goosebumps; if not for this damn mission, she wouldn’t stoop to using her looks to seduce that dark-haired Asian kid.

Around Lin Mo, Qi Fei, and Old Jack’s hotel room door and windows, several small circular devices had silently appeared, seemingly eavesdropping on the activity inside.

“Thank you, Agent Angelina.”

A gun-toting armed personnel with camouflage face paint nodded to the blonde beauty and gestured to his team.

With a soft beep, the door, opened with an electromagnetic card, could be seen pushing ajar, while Lin Mo remained completely unaware.

“No need to thank me, Colonel Black Bear! The rest is up to you. You must be quick; it’s best to finish everything within fifteen minutes, or I cannot guarantee what will happen.”

The blonde beauty was not just a professional seductress; she appeared to have other special skills as well.

“Understood! Fifteen minutes, and I assure you, everything will return to normal without leaving a trace.”

Colonel Black Bear, dressed like a special forces officer, nodded, stepping inside along with a few armed personnel. They were not holding conventional weapons but electric guns and subsonic weapons.

They seemed to understand that for the guy inside, clad in Dragon Guard tactical armor, standard lightweight weapons would be nearly useless, like trying to poke someone with a noodle.

If the man inside were to fly into a rage, expert assessments indicated that all of them—over a hundred in total—would be doomed.

Those who could utilize the most advanced individual digital armor were all fearsome individuals, perhaps not even adequately described as soldiers. With enough offensive weaponry, they could potentially face down tanks or combat-powered armor.

Unbeknownst to the Dragon Knight inside the hotel room, he continued to breathe evenly, lost in a sound sleep, completely unaware of the sensors connected to wires now placed on his head.

Fate favored the CIA operatives; if Lin Mo had the gold giant dragon Gold Coin nearby, it would not have been so easy for them to ambush him. Lin Mo never expected that during these days without the coin, this single weakness would be exploited, showing that even the powerful Dragon Knight could fall prey to human cunning.

“The hypnosis program is ready!”

Colonel Black Bear heard the report from his subordinate. A few non-combat personnel in suits operated several flashing electronic devices, linking them to the sensors attached to Lin Mo’s head. They monitored his blood pressure, breathing patterns, skin response, sweat secretion, and brainwave activity through linear recording.

The integration of these electronics showcased the advanced level of technology behind them.

“Begin awakening procedure. Prepare to inject 2 milliliters of awakening agent. After five seconds, inject 20 milliliters of KTR truth serum into the back of the neck.”

An agent readied two injection guns, placing them on a specialized tray.

Since 1920, when American obstetrician Robert Haus discovered that the anesthetic scopolamine could miraculously make people reveal their true thoughts, this reaction quickly caught the attention of the American government.

Through continual research and human trials on death row inmates, the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) developed a truth serum called “KTR,” which had no side effects. It could compel individuals to disclose their secrets without them realizing it afterward, making it an invaluable tool for espionage.

“Is the dosage sufficient?”

Colonel Black Bear remained slightly anxious. The man in front of them was as formidable as a prehistoric beast, and if they carefully set up this trap, the enemy would likely not surrender easily.

“Don’t worry; this is a double dosage. Coupled with Doctor Haus’s hypnosis techniques, there are triple safeguards!”

The interrogating agent nodded towards Colonel Black Bear, picked up one injection gun, and aimed it at Lin Mo’s neck. With a soft sound, the agent swiftly injected the serum into his veins.

At the same moment the injection was complete, the gun also released a special cellular repair agent that would fully heal the tiny injection wound within eight hours, leaving no trace behind.

“Five, four, three, two, one, start the next injection!”

Timing it with a stopwatch, the agent swiftly used the second injection gun as Lin Mo suddenly frowned. When Lin Mo’s brow relaxed once more, he let out a long sigh of relief and turned to a man in a suit standing in the room, saying, “Doctor Haus, it’s your turn. The serum will take effect in fourteen seconds.”

“Thank you, Adok! Now, let me handle it.”

The man stepped forward, taking the stopwatch and calculating the time.

As if following a precise assembly line, Lin Mo remained completely unaware of the professional individuals attending to him. This was an extraordinarily luxurious treatment that even revolutionary heroes would envy.

“Listen carefully, buddy. You’re now awake.”

Haus’s voice seemed to have a magical quality, effortlessly drawing in a person’s consciousness, making it impossible to resist and simply follow his words.

The first time, the man before him showed no reaction. Haus did not get discouraged and started using another method for initial induction.

He fully understood how resolute the man’s will was; soldiers were among the most determined groups. If not for watching from the sidelines, the CIA would not have had such an easy chance to capture him, let alone openly hypnotize him here.

The motel owner had long been a secret informant for the government, waiting patiently for an opportunity to act—no one expected today would be the day.

Despite Lin Mo and his companions initially evading American and other factions after setting sail and even misleading them temporarily, once they landed in San Diego, the pervasive surveillance cameras and facial recognition systems across America quickly pointed the CIA in the right direction.

This involved some forces deeply embedded in the CIA; the attackers Lin Mo had eliminated proved to be part of the CIA’s scheme, utilizing them to eliminate him. Sometimes, having no strategy was the best strategy.

After trying four or five different techniques, Haus, a specialist in hypnosis and psychology employed by the CIA, successfully induced Lin Mo into a light hypnotic state and continued to deepen it.

Letting out a long breath, Haus wiped his sweat and turned to Colonel Black Bear, saying, “It’s done. You can start asking questions. Be quick; the subject’s will is stronger than usual. I can only guarantee five minutes; otherwise, his resistance will activate, and no amount of truth serum will work.”

Colonel Black Bear suddenly smiled; managing a high-level warrior disguised as an aviation expert, while ensuring nothing leaked out, was truly remarkable.

“Okay, thank you, Doctor Haus! Please take a break now.”

Colonel Black Bear noticed Haus showing signs of fatigue after a short while, as if he had expended immense energy.

In English, both doctor and Ph.D. carry the same significance, both respected professions.

Anyone could see how troublesome the captured individual was; just moments ago, it had been a contest of spirit and willpower, and luckily, their experienced hypnotist had gained the upper hand.

Colonel Black Bear stepped in front of the hypnotized Lin Mo, placing a recording pen on his shoulder. Lin Mo remained utterly unaware, seemingly waiting in silence.

He stared at Lin Mo for a few moments, finally asking, “Tell me your name, soldier!”

“Morin!”

The reply came as if from a dream.

“Morin? Not Lin Mo?”

Colonel Black Bear furrowed his brow, understanding that Eastern names are arranged differently than in the West.

This real name was astonishing; there was nothing suspicious on the subject’s badge, whether in Chinese characters or English.

He pressed on, “What is your profession?”

“Dragon Knight!”

The agents in the room exchanged glances while Colonel Black Bear’s expression shifted to one of intrigue.

Colonel Black Bear, gritting his teeth, asked, “Which unit do you belong to? You must tell the truth and not joke with me!”

“Yes, the Royal Dragon Knight Corps of the Stilan Kingdom…”