Firearms in a Fantasy World

Chapter 158: Interrogation 2

Translator: Cinder Translations

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The prisoner struggled.

"No, everything I've said is true. I really don't know anything else."

But the interrogator believed the cloaked man's words completely. He cracked his knuckles with a cruel tone.

"It seems you need a taste of what happens here!"

"Bring in the water torture!"

Soon, two jailers came over and took down the hanging prisoner. They strapped him face-up onto a bench, tightly binding his limbs and waist with ropes.

One jailer placed a towel over the prisoner's face.

The interrogator approached with a bucket of water, scooped half a dipperful, and splashed it onto the towel-covered face.

"Cough...!"

Choked by the water, the prisoner immediately held his breath, trying to prevent the water from seeping into his nostrils through the towel.

But it was futile.

Lying on his back, his face upturned, hands tightly bound, he could only violently shake his head from side to side, trying to dislodge the towel.

However, the towel clung to his face as if glued, impossible to shake off.

"Haha! Your struggles are useless! If you honestly confess the hidden intelligence, I'll remove the towel immediately."

The interrogator smirked continuously, sprinkling another half dipper of water onto the towel.

Due to the previous intense struggle, the prisoner's oxygen quickly depleted. The strong suffocation continued to assault his brain.

"Ugh! Uhh—"

The prisoner groaned in pain, unable to hold back any longer. Suddenly, he opened his mouth to gasp for air.

But along with the rush of air came a large amount of water, sucked into his mouth and nostrils. Besides the existing suffocation, another kind of agony—the feeling of drowning—rushed in.

The interrogator exclaimed excitedly, "Looks like you're enjoying this sensation! Let's make you enjoy it a bit more!"

After saying that, he poured another half dipper of water onto the towel.

The cloaked man watched the prisoner's torture with interest from the side. He returned to his chair, crossed his legs, and savored the scene.

"Fascinating, fascinating!"

The cloaked man smiled faintly, muttering to himself.

"I didn't expect mere mortals to devise such methods. This seems much more effective than the magic used for torture."

The prisoner continued to struggle to remove the towel from his face. Due to the inability to breathe, his body reflexively forced him to open his mouth and swallow forcefully, causing a large amount of water to enter his stomach, lungs, and bronchi.

The pain from the water filling his stomach, lungs, and bronchi was unbearable. He coughed, retched, and kicked his legs.

After about two or three minutes, the prisoner lost consciousness, but his central nervous system continued to work, protecting its owner. At this moment, although the prisoner had lost consciousness, the physical pain intensified, causing his entire body to convulse.

His lungs, bronchi, and trachea began to secrete a large amount of viscous secretion—a lot of thick mucus.

Suddenly, a strong smell of urine filled the interrogation room, and the prisoner began to urinate uncontrollably.