“What Project 55?” Unexpectedly, Dr. Mara replied, “I don’t think we even have a Project 55.”

“Heh… is that so…” Feng Bujue smiled and said nothing more.

Dr. Mara gave him a puzzled look, then left the room.

After the electronic door closed, Brother Jue thought to himself, “It seems… the power of this project is especially significant when applied to NPCs. While discussing 055 with me, she herself was unconsciously affected…” He tried to pull at the cuffs on his hands and feet, but couldn’t open them at all. “That explains why Billy suffered a mental backlash. But there’s still a question…” He thought to himself, “What was that sound I heard in the hallway earlier? Logically speaking, 055 wouldn’t fight anything with cognitive abilities… What exactly was that sound…”

His doubts didn’t last long, as the “buzzing” sound of the electronic door reopening interrupted his thoughts.

“Whoa~ Came pretty fast.” Feng Bujue turned his head to look at the person who’d arrived.

It was a man in a black suit, looking to be around fifty years old. His face was stern, his eyes were cold, and at first glance, he was a seasoned veteran.

“Rudy Austin…” The man strode to the opposite side of him and sat down, getting straight to the point, “Presumably that’s not your real name, is it?”

Feng Bujue smiled slightly, “Heh… Before asking for someone else’s name, shouldn’t you introduce yourself first… uh…”

Before he could finish speaking, the other party suddenly swung his arm and delivered an old-fashioned punch, right in Brother Jue’s stomach, causing him to let out a muffled groan.

“I’m Kozmo, pleased to meet you.” Kozmo said coldly as he retracted his hand.

“Heh heh…” Brother Jue wasn’t angry, and after the congestion in his chest eased slightly, he laughed, “You have a very special way of saying hello.”

“You still haven’t answered my question.” Kozmo replied expressionlessly.

“I’m curious…” Feng Bujue said, “If I keep refusing to answer your questions, what can you do to me?”

Kozmo replied calmly, “First, I’ll beat you until you have a stomach hemorrhage…”

“Oh~” Feng Bujue seemed quite relaxed.

“…as a warm-up.” Kozmo’s second half of the sentence arrived a second later.

“…Damn!” Brother Jue’s interjection followed closely behind.

“Therefore, I suggest you cooperate obediently.” Kozmo continued, “You’re going to have to talk eventually anyway…”

“Hmph… I doubt that.” Feng Bujue sneered.

Pfft—

The next second, Kozmo raised his hand and threw another punch, this time hitting Brother Jue’s face.

Of course, technically speaking… it was Rudy Austin’s face.

“Hiss…” Feng Bujue felt a twinge in his nose and a coolness in his philtrum. Soon… two streams of nosebleed flowed down, into his mouth.

“Whether you want to play the tough guy or the madman, whatever…” Kozmo said, “These tricks don’t work on me.” He paused, “As long as you are indeed a rational, physiologically normal human, I have ways to make you talk.”

“Heh…” Feng Bujue licked the blood from his lips, “Then let’s give it a try.”

And so… a violent interrogation with punches landing squarely on flesh began.

On one side was an experienced, seasoned, and cold-blooded Level Five personnel. As long as it was for the mission, he could unhesitatingly inflict cruel and extreme oppression on the old, weak, sick, and disabled.

On the other side was a player with no fear, extremely strong endurance, and who wasn’t even in his own body. He could endure all kinds of atrocities without having to worry about leaving permanent damage.

This combination of attacker and receiver, if it could be successfully developed into a duel… would undoubtedly compose an immortal legend in the interrogation world.

Unfortunately…

“Sir, there are some situations here, you’d better come and take a look.”

Kozmo hadn’t even finished warming up when the voice of Agent Steven came from his walkie-talkie.

“Got it, I’ll be right there.” Kozmo picked up the walkie-talkie and responded, then looked at Brother Jue, “This isn’t over, Mr. Austin, I’ll be right back…”

“Pui…” Feng Bujue spat a mouthful of bloody saliva on the ground, grinning as he looked up, “Next time you come, you’d better bring some tools. Hand-to-hand interrogation is too monotonous, I’m about to fall asleep.”

Kozmo stood up and stared at Brother Jue for a few seconds, “Okay… you wait.”

With that, he left the room.

“Huff… son of a b****…” As soon as the other party left, Brother Jue cursed, “He punched me for a full nine minutes… knocking off 64% of my survival points… Luckily, he stopped every now and then to ask a question, otherwise my life might have ended here…” While muttering, he tried to move his body to confirm his injuries, “Hmm… no broken bones, minor soft tissue contusions and bruises all over the body don’t count for much, at most it just hurts a bit.”

He glanced at the game menu and didn’t see any abnormal statuses such as bleeding. His survival points and stamina points were also recovering very slowly (equivalent to the physical fitness of the character in the script).

“Judging from this situation… I won’t die for a while, but…” Feng Bujue muttered, “How am I going to escape from this situation…”

…………

At the same moment, outside the interrogation room.

“What’s wrong?” Kozmo quickly crossed the corridor and arrived at a spacious monitoring room.

This place was the security monitoring center located in B7.

As soon as Kozmo entered the monitoring room, Steven greeted him, “Sir, the re-containment of 106 has been completed. It seems… after hunting a certain number of ‘prey’, it went into ‘hibernation’ on its own.” He paused for half a second, “In addition, the retrieval of 173 has also been completed.”

“You called me out here just to report these things?” Kozmo replied impatiently, “If there’s nothing else, there’s a very important prisoner over there that I need to interro…” As he spoke, he seemed to try to recall something, “…that Project 055 containment, how did they do with it?”

“Uh… I asked about that, but they refused to discuss it.” Steven replied, “Also… including me, none of us know if 055 has returned to containment measures. In fact… we can’t even be sure if ‘it’ ever escaped containment measures.”

“Okay…” Kozmo thought for a moment, “Since the Nine-Tailed Fox team wants to leave, let them go. I think they know what they’re doing.” As he spoke, he subconsciously looked up, “By the way, how is that puppet now?”

“It has been returned to containment measures.” Steven replied, “But the recovery report says… it seems to have lost all abnormal characteristics and become an ordinary puppet, but it is currently not certain whether this phenomenon is permanent.”

“Hmm…” Kozmo nodded thoughtfully, “In my opinion, this may also be a disguise.”

“I suspect so too, sir.” Steven quickly replied, “That puppet is very cunning and could very well create such illusions in order to achieve some purpose.”

“Hmm…” Kozmo pondered for a few seconds, then asked, “Have Dr. Jonathan and his team members returned to their posts?”

“Yes, they have returned to B3 and are working.” Steven replied.

“That’s good, now have them take Billy to the laboratory for testing.” Kozmo continued, “If Billy really becomes an ordinary puppet, after the test, just label it as neutralized (referring to any project that has been destroyed or has lost its special properties, extra dimensions, or adverse effects. Items under this grade should have a memorandum recording the project's previous data) and destroy it.” He straightened his cuffs, wiping off the blood stains, “Anyway, it’s a potential keter-class project, it’s best to take this opportunity to deal with it.”