Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

"I'm taking him with me." Song Qingyin's voice grew even colder as she looked at the bloodstains on Xi Hanzhou's body that had almost stained his clothes red.

That previous trainer really went all out; he was trying to torture someone to the point of death.

If he hadn't already been crippled, she would never have let him go.

"Sir, this is against the rules. Even if you were to take over, you could only interrogate them in prison..." The adjutant who had come with him looked at the warden with a dark face, then at Song Qingyin, and could only bite the bullet and speak.

"rule?"

Song Qingyin chuckled softly, but the sound was like a poisoned hook, piercing the hearts of everyone present.

"You guys really know the rules."

She took a step forward, the hem of her fiery red trench coat trailing silently across the floor.

"I've only been gone for a few days, and your rule is to torture an S-class target to the point of near death?"

Her voice wasn't loud, but every word echoed clearly in the deathly silent corridor.

"Or is it that your rule is to let a useless trainer destroy the Alliance's most important intelligence source in the most foolish way?"

With each word she spoke, the adjutant's face paled further, and cold sweat trickled down his face.

He dared not look at Karl's expression, feeling only a murderous gaze fixed on his back.

He had already cursed that ambitious and reckless A-level dominatrix a thousand times in his mind. If that idiot hadn't been so arrogant, thinking he could handle the target that Lord Siren had temporarily shelved, he wouldn't have been pushed out to provoke this big shot!

Song Qingyin seemed to have lost interest in talking to him, and her gaze returned to the dying figure deep inside the cell.

"If I continue to leave people here with you..."

She paused, as if seriously considering a possibility. "Will what we see tomorrow be his corpse?"

"Your Excellency is joking..."

The adjutant forced a smile that looked more like a grimace; the back of his uniform was completely soaked with cold sweat. He felt like he was about to collapse.

Song Qingyin glanced at him, her eyes filled with undisguised sarcasm:

"Actually, there's no problem leaving people here."

Her sudden change of tone made Karl and his adjutant hold their breath.

“But,” she drawled, each syllable striking their taut nerves, “you have to guarantee that before he dies, you can extract from his mind every single detail of the Seventh Sector rebels’ complete deployment map, all their secret communication channels, and all the intelligence about their mysterious leader, ‘Ghost.’”

Karl's pupils suddenly contracted.

These are precisely the core secrets that the military and intelligence agencies have spent countless resources trying to obtain.

“If you can do that,” Song Qingyin’s lips curled into a cruel smile, “I, Siren, will give the credit to your prison.”

She paused and looked around at the several pale-faced officers.

"What if you can't do it?"

"That's okay."

She continued casually, "When the Military Commission and the Supreme Intelligence Department jointly hold people accountable for G3701's death and the complete breakdown of the intelligence chain, I'm not sure if the 'rules' you're talking about will be enough to wipe you out."

"boom--"

These words exploded in Karl's mind like a bombshell.

Joint accountability!

He's just a prison warden; how could he possibly withstand the wrath of the two highest authorities in the alliance? He'd definitely be the first scapegoat pushed out!

Karl's facial muscles twitched violently a few times. The soldier's toughness and resentment he had shown earlier were instantly washed away by a bone-chilling fear.

"You're right! We were too naive!"

Karl abruptly pulled his adjutant, who was nearly paralyzed with fear, back and stepped forward, forcing a fawning and stiff smile onto his face.

"It was our shortsightedness that nearly delayed the alliance's important affairs! Please don't hold it against us uncouth men!"

He adopted an extremely humble posture, even bending slightly at the waist.

"We are counting on your efforts in everything."

Only now did he truly understand that the woman before him was someone he could not afford to offend. Her power and her methods far exceeded his imagination.

However, due to my duty, the final procedure still needs to be confirmed.

“But…” Karl’s smile grew increasingly humble as he carefully chose his words, trying to find a last chance to absolve himself of responsibility, “After all, he is a wanted criminal with a very special status. If something goes wrong along the way…”

Song Qingyin naturally knew what he was worried about.

It's simply because they're afraid the prisoner might escape or die, and then they'd have to take the blame for that huge mistake.

She didn't even bother to look at him again, leaving him only with her back turned.

"Since I've taken the person away, I'll naturally take responsibility if anything happens."

Xi Han walked away, listening to Song Qingyin's few words as she left, leaving behind his sense of belonging. As he was taken down from the interrogation rack and helped close to her, he could still smell that familiar scent.

That familiar, cool fragrance, like a hook dipped in deadly poison, sent shivers down his spine, tugging at every nerve.

His eyelids felt heavy, and he struggled to open them even a crack. Everything in his vision was blurry. The only thing that was clear was the fiery red figure walking not far away.

She walked slowly, her high-heeled military boots making a crisp, rhythmic sound on the metal floor, each step seeming to measure his heartbeat.

[Host, you're so cool! Look at that warden, his face has turned as green as a pig's liver!] Qingyu's voice screamed excitedly in Song Qingyin's mind.

"Noisy." Song Qingyin coldly replied in her heart.

She disliked the smells here—the smell of blood, disinfectant, and the stench of despair and decay, all mixed together, making her somewhat irritable.

In particular, these flavors all come from Xi Hanzhou.

This made her very unhappy.

Stepping out of the heavy alloy gate, the light outside made Xi Hanzhou squint involuntarily.

"Be gentle." Song Qingyin's voice suddenly rang out, still in that lazy tone, revealing no emotion. "If you break it, you can't afford to pay for it."

The two prison guards supporting Xi Hanzhou suddenly stiffened, their movements instantly becoming as careful as if they were handling a newborn baby.

Xi Hanzhou let out a low, unintelligible groan.

Look, she's still the same as ever.

Xi Hanzhou felt like he had been walking for a long time on the road to the helipad. His consciousness fluctuated between lucidity and drowsiness, the only constant being the fiery red figure in front of him, like a cold flame that would never be extinguished.

He didn't lose consciousness until he was put into a luxurious private hovercar.

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