After beating the captured people up for a while, they were finally able to get one of them talking a little.
One of the people broke under the violence inflicted upon them. "Alright... I will talk."
Just as he was about to speak, another one of them looked over and glared before raising their voice in anger. "You dare to speak, and it will be the end of you."
Their words worked to silence that person, as if reminding each of those in the room what would happen to those who spoke up about such matters.
Speaking out about everything they were involved in, especially to vigilantes, heroes, or the police, would never be forgotten by any of them.
It would be something that would have some form of action taken to remind all those who would think of doing so that they needed to fear the consequences for doing so before they thought about doing it.
Springer looked over to them and sighed. "I guess this will not be so easy. Gasser, I will leave this to you."
The three others took a step back as Gasser walked toward the group of thugs who were beaten up badly and still restrained.
He stood not too far away from them and took out something that seemed like a ground-up pill made of various herbs and spices. "I am truly sorry. I guess it is time for a curry ball. You should have just talked."
He was deeply apologetic as he put it into his mouth and began chewing, allowing him to swallow it after a couple of seconds.
His face reddened a little while he stuck out his tongue. "I will never quite get used to it. So spicy!"
The pill was something he had made himself after researching the ways that he could make use of his ability.
He could eat all kinds of foods to get different results whenever he used them.
Not all foods could influence his ability, but some had a variety of different effects.
The problem was that not all meals could be brought along so that he could make use of them.
If it were a curry or something else, then he would have to keep it secured in a big enough container that he would have to keep secure, and it would be sturdy enough not to break.
If it were watery or too messy, then it would not be so easy to keep contained, as it could leak out, especially under more stressful situations.
If it were under greater stressful situations, then it would not be so easy to take the time needed to consume any of it.
It was more possible that by the time he had opened it up and attempted to take a single bite, the tables may have already been turned on him in combat.
He needed something more accessible and something that was easier to consume, so he started bringing only smaller things that could be carried with him in more compact ways, while they were less of a hassle to put into his mouth and swallow.
After experimenting, he found that using certain ingredients mixed like how they were put together for various types of recipes, the same thing could be applied when mixing those ingredients together in another form and using other methods.
Rather than making a curry sauce, it was possible to make a more solid version, like a curry ball or pill, using ground-up herbs, spices and other key ingredients that influence the flavour and the other experiences that came along with it.
Once it was eaten by him, he could feel it digesting very quickly within his body.
He could feel his stomach getting bloated a little as if he needed to release some of what had been built up.
Gasser turned around, facing away from them before bending over.
His butt was aimed in their direction as he released what had built up within him. "Curry bomb."
A strong and powerful stench was released that was both eyewatering and spicy as if mixing in onions, garlic and a lot of spicy herbs and spices.
That filled the room, making those in it choke on it, and they couldn't stop their eyes from tearing up.
Their vision was not so clear anymore, as their eyes were stinging and continued to water further.
The strong stench stuck with them as they could not escape it.
They could taste the foulness of it within the air as they tried their best to hold their breath to try to stop letting it in.
Despite their attempts, it was already much too late, so they were constantly coughing and spitting as if to force that foul taste from their mouths.
It was such an unpleasant experience for them that they could do nothing about it.
All that they could do was suffer through it.
It was a form of torture for each of them as they were having so much trouble seeing while having to deal with the stinging and burning sensations that came along with it.
The back of their nose and throat felt hot and itchy each time that it travelled that far.
With the room sealed as the door was shut with no windows open, it remained contained within the room, leaving the thugs completely exposed to it for longer.
It did not disappear so easily under those conditions, making them suffer for longer.