To Tell or Not to Tell? Go ahead and ask!

In the interrogation room of the underground base in District 13, cold white light poured down from the ceiling, illuminating the soundproof walls without leaving any blind spots.

This interrogation room was originally designed for interrogating targets with excessively high danger levels—such as super-hatreds—or those with special status or identity.

Even setting aside its powerful defensive capabilities that allow it to withstand the Hulk's outbursts of rage for a short period of time...

The built-in soundproofing is so good that people on the other side of the wall cannot hear any noise coming from inside once the door is closed!

And facts have proven that this design was absolutely necessary.

At that very moment, the sharp whistling of whips cutting through the air and the screams and wails of three men echoed from inside.

It turns out that the three imposters who impersonated the "Spider Team" and attempted to assassinate Sheriff Black had been arrested by the agents of District 13 and transferred here from the temporary command post.

At this moment, steel cables as thick as wrists were tightly binding their wrists, suspending them from the load-bearing beam in the center of the interrogation room, their toes barely touching the ground, like three salted fish strung on a clothesline.

Their gear had long been stripped off, revealing bruised and battered skin underneath, and bruises and blood from Jackie Chan's beating still lingered on their faces.

Even so, the figure in charge of the interrogation had no intention of letting them go. Each time the whip was lashed out in anger, it tore through their clothes as it fell at high speed, leaving them with bloodied skin and screaming in agony!

The figure wielding the long whip, looking heroic and dashing, was none other than Ms. Heller, whose anger had instantly reached its peak after seeing the scene of Sheriff Black being injured!

Of course, don't let their current miserable state fool you; they're being hung up and spun around like tops...

However, they also had to thank Sheriff Black, who, as the victim, insisted on accompanying the interrogation and, in a weak, hoarse voice, deliberately gave Ms. Heller a word of advice: to control her strength and at least leave one alive, otherwise it would be difficult to ask who was acting on her orders and what they were plotting behind the scenes.

Otherwise, given Ms. Heller's intense emotional fluctuations, her previously sealed memories might loosen, and she might recall, to varying degrees, the techniques she used to exert force...

These three imposters weren't just whipped until their skin was torn open; they were already dead!

Seeing Ms. Heller's fierce demeanor, and out of concern for Sheriff Black, Jackie Chan, who stayed by Heriff Black's side at all times and dared not leave his side for even a moment, couldn't help but swallow hard.

He still remembers that when Ms. Heller heard Sheriff Black's instructions, she smiled and nodded obediently. Her harmless and docile expression made it easy to imagine her as a "weak woman" who was "unable to kill a chicken".

Even Sheriff Black thought so. That's why he agreed to Ms. Heller's idea of ​​interrogating her personally, thinking it wouldn't be a big deal and shouldn't cause any major problems.

As soon as Ms. Heller turned around, her entire demeanor changed, revealing a chilling, murderous intent. The instant she grabbed the whip, she displayed a monstrous strength completely unlike her usual image, wielding the thick, long whip with incredible speed! Her speed was so fast that even Jackie Chan, injected with the Super Soldier Serum, could hardly perceive it with the naked eye!

So much so that when Jackie Chan looked at the suffering trio of imposters, his expression was extremely complex...

From initial hatred and disgust, to later astonishment and shock, and now to a mixture of sympathy, reluctance, relief... and every time I subconsciously turn my head to look at Sheriff Blake, who is equally dumbfounded, I can't help but reveal that schadenfreude that only true brothers would show between them.

After all, the thought that this formidable Ms. Heller was in love with Sheriff Black...

Jackie Chan couldn't help but secretly light a candle in advance for his good friend's married life~

Sheriff Black, after making eye contact with Jackie Chan and instantly understanding his friend's true thoughts, fell into a long silence.

Finally, he raised his hand to his forehead and let out a meaningful sigh.

Clearly, even if Ms. Heller was hiding another side of herself that he was unaware of...

But so what?

I chose this wife myself, so of course I'm responsible for spoiling her!

"Will you talk or not! Will you talk or not! Oh ho, you're pretty stubborn! Let's see if you'll talk or not!"

Meanwhile, blinded by rage and completely oblivious to the immense psychological impact his actions would have on the two people behind him, Heller continued to vigorously wield his whip.

Each lash was accompanied by a chilling whistling sound, striking the three imposters with pinpoint accuracy.

Even with each lash, the same spot was precisely struck, further exacerbating the wound.

The force was controlled perfectly, enough to inflict excruciating pain on the victim without actually killing them.

If the Thor brothers were still here, they would be astonished to find that the way Lady Heller was subconsciously using her punishment was exactly the same as the whipping punishment used in the Asgardian court to punish the disobedient!

"Are you going to talk or not... You're just shouting 'Are you going to talk or not?' all you do is yell 'Are you going to talk or not?' Why don't you just ask me?! How am I supposed to know what you want me to say if you don't ask me?!"

Peter, who was suspended in the middle, received the most whippings because he was the mastermind behind the assassination of Sheriff Black.

Seeing that Ms. Heller had once again tirelessly raised her whip, and judging from her posture, it was clear that it was aimed at him again.

He couldn't hold back any longer and let out a heart-wrenching wail with all his might.

"Huh? I... I didn't ask...?"

Upon hearing this, Heller's hand, which was waving the whip, finally stopped abruptly, hovering in mid-air.

She tilted her head, and facing the person's aggrieved accusation, her eyes instantly became clearer. Even her tone carried a hint of embarrassed awkwardness.

"You didn't ask a single question! You just started slapping us! We wanted to say something, but you didn't give us a chance at all—!"

Seeing that Ms. Heller was about to stop, Peter breathed a sigh of relief.

Before he could capitalize on the momentum and gain more sympathy, "Harry," who was hanging nearby, spoke up on his own and began to accuse him in a hoarse voice.

He was pumped less, so he naturally had more confidence than "Peter," and his shouts were exceptionally loud, bouncing back and forth several times in the soundproof interrogation room.

"...Fine, you dare yell at me? Looks like you're not satisfied yet, we'll have to continue the interrogation!"

This caused Heller to stop moving again, and the reluctance and soft-heartedness that had finally surfaced vanished completely.

When she looked up again at "Harry," the whip in her hand trembled slightly in mid-air.

"Okay," her voice suddenly dropped, the slight embarrassment that had been lingering in her tone vanishing completely, replaced by a dangerously calm demeanor.

"What? No, no, no, that's not what I meant! I meant... Ah—!!!"

At first, Harry realized something was wrong and felt a chill run down his spine. His tone softened, and he quickly tried to explain himself.

Before he could finish speaking, the crisp sound of the whip striking him interrupted Harry's explanation. It sent a jolt through him as if he'd been electrocuted, making him jerk off the rope and let out a long, drawn-out scream.

Seeing this, Peter and Gwen both flinched. They silently cursed their incompetent teammate in their minds while desperately moving away from Harry, afraid of being caught in this undeserved disaster.

Even Jackie Chan, who was standing behind Ms. Heller, couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his eyes, looking as if he couldn't bear to look at her.

As for Sheriff Black...

Although he still had a smile on his face and was watching Ms. Heller's back, his eyes had become noticeably vacant, suggesting that she had probably been gone for a while.

"...If this interrogation continues, they will definitely file a case with the court when they go to jail, accusing us of disregarding human rights... Jackie Chan, you'll have to help me write the report then."

"What? Me? Oh, no, no, no! I'm just an archaeologist, I have nothing to do with this, besides... I didn't see anything!"

"...You didn't act like this when you were hitting someone."

"The one who assaulted me is Jackie Chan, a special consultant for District 13. What does this have to do with me, archaeologist Jackie Chan!"