Era 2137, Germany, Waltham Sector, Second Space Station, Keon City.
"Ah, so you guys want information on those militants, right? Well, let me tell you, that is almost impossible."
"What the hell? You f***ing prisoner, you sure talk a lot! Speak up, now!"
As soon as the voice fell, an electric baton struck the girl's frail body. However, strangely enough, she did not scream in pain like the others Joseph usually interrogated; she didn't even let out a single grunt. This shocked Joseph greatly.
"Regarding the information on those militants, I have no comment. After all, Seventh Base didn't obtain their information either. They didn't find even a scrap of evidence, so how could I know? Even the high-ranking officials of Seventh Base know nothing, so how could I possibly know!"
Joseph recovered from his shock. Although this girl had repeated countless times that she was from Seventh Base, Joseph refused to believe it. Even when Belgrade came to plead for her, Joseph seemed convinced that Seventh Base was the true culprit behind those militants. He wouldn't believe a word coming out of this girl's mouth—after all, she had bombed them twice.
Seeing Joseph's aggressive momentum, Belgrade was also frightened. The experience in the office that one time was still hard for him to forget, and he didn't want to hear Joseph's lion-like roar again. But looking at the pitiful girl undergoing interrogation who genuinely seemed to know nothing, Belgrade decided to help her. He spoke up again to stop Joseph.
Joseph, already furious, turned his head and roared at Belgrade: "Scram! A bunch of running dogs for the Solar System Federation Committee! If it weren't for you bastards, I wouldn't have fallen to this state!"
"Why are you dragging the Solar System Federation Committee into this!" Belgrade was getting a bit annoyed too. He rushed forward a step and shouted back without backing down: "Clearly there is nothing in the data recorder, what evidence do you have to say she is in league with the militants?!"
"The data recorder is open?" Belgrade's words whetted Joseph's appetite. After all, he had played around with it for five days without successfully opening the damn thing. Had Belgrade solved this problem so easily? It didn't seem realistic, did it?
"To be accurate, Edward opened it, not me," Belgrade said slowly. He actually wasn't sure if Edward had really opened the recorder, but at least he could give Joseph a basic explanation, and at least it would stop the girl from suffering any more pain. Though, strangely, Belgrade couldn't see a trace of the suffering caused by torture on her face.
Joseph and Belgrade arrived at Edward's office. Belgrade quietly poked his head in to take a look. He was terrified because when he left Edward's office earlier, Edward hadn't successfully started the recorder. He only had the guts to tell Joseph the record was accessible because, before he left the room, the recorder was emitting loud electrical sounds and sparks, looking as if it were about to open.
"I heard you successfully read the logs from the recorder?" Joseph asked skeptically. He didn't believe a signal soldier in his unit couldn't figure out a small computer. The guy used them incredibly flexibly during battle, after all.
"That's right. I successfully dismantled the signal jammer inside our room."
"Huh? There was a jammer?" Belgrade asked in surprise, realizing immediately that he had misspoken. He hurriedly asked if there was indeed another jammer.
Edward, naturally seeing his predicament, gave him a way out: "Yeah, there was another signal shield. Otherwise, we would only be able to see half the records."
"This little girl is quite smart! Where is she from? Is she really from Seventh Base?"
"Yes, we have already read most of the data."
In reality, Belgrade had already rushed into the interrogation room, snatched the poor girl off the interrogation rack, and carried her into the medical room. He had a feeling that he had seen this girl before; she fit his memories perfectly. Now, he just lacked one piece of solid evidence to convince himself.
Of course, the other party felt it too.