Strongest Soldier King

"Boom!" With a loud noise, all doubts were dispelled when Hong Meihua knocked a brick on the wall. Suddenly, the underground cement floor moved aside, revealing an underground passage. The cement stairs led downwards, and below was a brightly lit, massive underground space with faint voices coming from within. Everyone's eyes lit up and they smiled.

Hong Meihua explained sternly, "This is a secret base, primarily used for intelligence analysis. Follow me, and make sure not to run or touch anything randomly; walk in my footsteps." Saying this, she headed down.

Everyone didn't know why Hong Meihua was giving such serious instructions. Without time for more questions, they cautiously followed her down. Luo Zheng, at the very back, noticed the steps were almost identical, yet Hong Meihua was taking a non-linear route. She wasn't walking directly down and was moving left and right, occasionally taking one step for two or three stairs, but mostly one step at a time, very carefully as if there were traps underfoot.

"Everyone, be careful, make sure not to step wrong. If you make a mistake, don't move, wait for me to handle it. A wrong step could activate various traps, and we'd all die," Hong Meihua warned seriously, moving slowly, fearing the people behind would miss her steps.

Seeing there really were traps, everyone dared not be careless, following Hong Meihua carefully as if walking on thin ice. Fortunately, they came down without incident. They looked at the space below, the size of a football field, five meters high, brightly lit, with many people busily working, heads down. On both sides, lit rooms could be seen with people working inside.

"This base is equipped with comprehensive research facilities and logistical support. There's no need to worry about work and life issues. Under normal circumstances, you are not allowed to leave. Follow me," Hong Meihua said.

At this moment, Luo Zheng saw several robust men who exuded a faint scent of blood and murder approach. As they noticed Hong Meihua leaving quietly, they acted as if nothing happened. Luo Zheng could tell these must be the security personnel here, each one not simple, their individual combat skills definitely on par with elite Special Forces.

With mysterious and dangerous steps, strong guards, and advanced concealment, it was heavily guarded. Nobody could discover it, and even if they did, they couldn't bypass the steps and guards. Luo Zheng smiled with satisfaction. This place is indeed suitable as a temporary command center; at least there's no concern about being uprooted.

Since everyone was part of disciplined forces, they knew not to ask what shouldn't be asked. Following Hong Meihua to the end of the corridor, they pushed open a door. Inside was a space of about 200 square meters, filled with electronic equipment and computers. Hong Meihua said, "Our Intelligence Department captain specially cleared this place. Those rooms have also been tidied up a bit. Plan how to use them yourself." As she spoke, her eyes turned to Luo Zheng.

Luo Zheng was pleased with this place and, after pondering for a moment, said, "Good place. Will it interfere with everyone?"

"No, it's already been cleared for our temporary use. The area should be enough," Hong Meihua smiled.

"As long as it doesn't interfere. It seems relatively independent here. The hall will serve as a temporary command center, rooms for detaining and interrogating prisoners, leaving two rooms for male and female temporary rest, which should be enough. On the way here, I saw a hotel; book some rooms there for the action team. Arrange to transport the prisoners here right away," Luo Zheng said thoughtfully.

No one opposed; Hong Meihua called the guards over. After some introductions, to avoid misunderstandings, they helped move the office furniture in the hall into a circle, gathering everyone in the middle for focused discussions and viewing the electronic screens. About half an hour later, the furniture was rearranged, and Hong Meihua's phone rang, indicating that the prisoners had been delivered.

A few minutes later, Luo Zheng saw several men in black suits escorting five people over. Surprisingly, one of them was a woman, dressed very stylishly with shoulder-length wavy hair, black-framed glasses, a fitting purple short skirt suit, and high heels. As she walked, her waist swayed, showing no trace of panic or fluster on her face.

The other four robust men appeared to be similar in age, around their thirties. They all looked extraordinary, with calm expressions and steady steps, showing no awareness of being prisoners, no sign of panic. Luo Zheng realized immediately that the Intelligence Team's action department hadn't broken these people; if they could withstand interrogation by the Intelligence Team, it indicated they were extraordinary, and they hadn't been subdued yet.

A prisoner was brought over. One of them, twisting his body irritably, glared at Luo Zheng and said, "Even prisoners have human rights. Besides, we were just dining at Sanhe Martial Arts Hall. What crime did we commit? What right do you have to arrest us?"

"Slap!" Luo Zheng stepped forward, raised his hand, and delivered a harsh slap, turning the person's face red, leaving five clear finger marks, coldly saying, "If you keep nagging, I'll chop you up and feed you to the dogs. First, throw them in the opposite room and secure them tightly," he instructed the people who escorted the prisoners.

"Yes," the escort leader quickly responded.

The five prisoners were sent to the room for detention. The escort leader handed a document to Luo Zheng, who briefly skimmed it, noticing it was a summary of interrogation results. Without time to read it thoroughly, he asked, "Is there anyone among the prisoners who is timid and can be broken?"

"No, all are tough nuts. No useful information has been extracted so far," the team leader said apologetically.

After signing the prisoner transfer form, Luo Zheng handed it to the other party and continued, "Since they're all tough nuts, the effectiveness of interrogation is likely low. They're familiar with all interrogation methods. Hand the prisoners over to us, and we'll conduct the interrogation."

The prisoners were quickly settled, detained separately in rooms. Luo Zheng instructed everyone to act according to plan, himself taking Mountain Eagle and pushing open the door of one room. Inside, a man was handcuffed and shackled, fixed to a chair, with a calm expression and inward gaze. Seeing Luo Zheng and others enter, a hint of mockery appeared on his lips, and he smiled, "You're wasting your time. No matter who comes, it's all the same. Especially someone like you, who looks like a rookie."

"Really? I heard people like you are very strong-willed, adept at self-hypnosis and counter-interrogation techniques. I'd like to see if you can hold out till the end," Luo Zheng said coldly, his calm face growing more severe, with an almost tangible killing intent emanating from him.

"Use whatever means you got, but let me remind you, I'm a foreign guest. If you kill me, there will be consequences. I demand to see my country's ambassador and get legal support," the other arrogantly retorted, not taking Luo Zheng seriously, with a smirk on his face.

"Oh, really? I hope you don't disappoint me in the end," Luo Zheng said coldly.