American Tax Officer

Maggie still displayed the typical fear of the unknown as any normal person would.

"Heh, you think only the IRS can nab you? We at the CIA aren't dead men!"

Actually, Elvis was quite peeved that David refused to disclose the identity of the spy.

But no matter, today he had finally dug him out!

"I don't know what you're talking about, I want to see my lawyer..."

"Come on, let's show her our 'special skills'!"

Seeing that the other party still wouldn't give in until they saw the coffin, Elvis lost interest in any further delay.

Jerome grinned sinisterly and flipped the chair over.

Then, he picked up a towel from aside and approached Maggie, who, seeing this, seemed to realize what was about to happen and a flicker of fear appeared in her eyes.
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But in the end, rationality overcame fear, and she chose to remain silent, letting them cover her entire face with the towel.

Brod immediately took up a bucket and began pouring water onto the towel at a steady pace.

"Gurgle... Gurgle... Wuuu..."

The terror of waterboarding lies in the relentless influx of water into your mouth, nose, and lungs, while the towel prevents you from spitting it out. You can only take one breath, and even if you hold your breath, it still feels like the air is being sucked away, like a vacuum cleaner.

The water in your stomach, lung lobes, and in your trachea and bronchi will induce vomiting and coughing. The water in your stomach, lung lobes and the respiratory tract becomes intolerably irritating, your hands flail, your feet kick wildly, accompanied by desperate groans, enduring unbearable pain...

At that moment, Maggie experienced such agony, but fortunately, she was specially trained and managed to endure it. If it had been an ordinary person, they probably would have given everything away within minutes.

So it went, until six o'clock the next morning, when Jerome walked into the chamber from outside, carrying three cups of coffee and three hot dogs.

After taking a big gulp of coffee and a few bites of a hot dog, Brod said viciously, "Damn, this bitch can really hold out, I just don't believe it!"

Their previously captured criminals usually couldn't last more than an hour or two, but this woman had been tortured all night and had still not cracked. It exhausted him, which naturally made him very angry.

Soon, Brod prepared another bucket of water and approached the barely alive Maggie, saying, "I'll give you one more chance. Tell us what we want to know, and you can end this pain, otherwise you can continue!"

"I... I want to see David..."

Hearing Maggie's weak voice, Brod was stunned for a moment, then sneered, "Do you think David can save you? According to the Black Tax Act, he has the right not to disclose your identity, but now that you've fallen into our hands, he has no right to interfere!"

"I... I want to see David. If he doesn't come... I... I won't say a thing..."

"Damn it, I think you're asking for death!"

Brod also got fierce and covered her face with the towel again, beginning another round of torture.

Twenty minutes later, Brod emerged from the interrogation room.

Seeing him come out, Jerome immediately asked, "Still not willing to talk?"

Brod shook his head helplessly.

Seeing this, Jerome stood up, ready to take over and continue the torture, but Brod stopped him with a hand gesture and said, "Her body is at its limit. She'll die if this continues."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of both Jerome and Elvis darkened.

"However, she just said she wanted to see David. Without him, she'll never spill the beans, even if it kills her."

"She wants to see David?"

Both men were stunned, then Jerome said, "Heh, she falls into our hands and still expects David to save her?"

"Whether he can save her or not isn't the issue, but if we don't let her see him, seeing her condition, we probably can't pry her mouth open even in death."

Brod spread his hands.

"Is that so..."

Jerome stroked his chin, then turned to Elvis and said, "Boss, since she's in our hands, David definitely can't intervene according to the rules. Now since she insists on seeing David before she talks, I think there's no harm in letting her see him."

Elvis thought for a few minutes before picking up the phone.

...

On the other hand, because David and Nisen had been planning for their future until late at night, and both had consumed considerable amounts of beer, David was in a groggy state of sleep.

But just then, a series of urgent rings from the phone woke him. He rubbed his temples and immediately answered the call when he saw it was from Elvis.

"Sorry to bother you early this morning, Director David, did I disturb you?"

"What's the matter?"

"There's something I'd like you to help with, if you have the time to come down to the XXX area of Long Beach Industrial Area?"

"Right now?"

"If you could come now, that'd be best."

"Alright, wait for me."

Though he had no idea why the CIA needed him, it couldn't be something trivial, so David ultimately decided to go check it out.

However, just to be safe, he also called Nisen to wake him up, and additionally instructed him to bring Bucky and Simmons along.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, donning a black suit, and drinking a glass of milk, David went downstairs where Nisen, Simmons, and Bucky were already waiting in the car.