Mountain Eagle desperately tried to lower his presence in the research lab, not wanting to overly expose his privacy, and besides, he had plenty of time...

The most crucial thing was the key antidote 'Tomica Grass,' which was the focus of those individuals' research!

And to research 'Tomica Grass,' one couldn't avoid the corpse of that African American...

After hanging up the phone, Mountain Eagle searched through his phone book and quickly found that twisted forensic doctor Anton he met in Moscow...

That guy owed a gang's loan shark money, and in the end, he could only rely on his profession, stealing parts from corpses to sell.

Eventually, it was Mountain Eagle who helped him eliminate the gang and clear the debt. After Bolonicov was taken out, the corpse of that African American was handled by him.

Not long after dialing, the call connected...

"Ah..."

As soon as the phone connected, a scream came from the other side, making Mountain Eagle hold the receiver a little further away...

"Hey, it's Anton..."

Hearing Anton's voice and the screaming in the background, Mountain Eagle frowned and said, "It's Mountain Eagle, what are you doing?"

Anton on the other side of the phone froze for a moment upon hearing Mountain Eagle's name, then said joyfully, "Mountain Eagle? You actually called me. I've always wanted to call you..."

Mountain Eagle didn't think being remembered by a twisted forensic doctor was anything to be happy about, he mumbled, "Where are you now?"

Anton said with pride, "I'm working right now. I have to thank you for helping me find the field I'm good at...

I've registered an account on the International Intermediary Company website, my code name is 'Bone Remover,' specializing in interrogation and assisting with debt collection work.

Mountain Eagle, you're a big figure on the International Intermediary Company's website now; give me some attention, it'll make my business much better."

"Ah..."

Listening to the screams in the background, Mountain Eagle frowned and asked, "You help people with interrogation work?

What kind of people would need someone like you to work for them?"

Hearing this, Anton said with dissatisfaction, "Hey, Mountain Eagle, you should show me some respect. As a forensic doctor, I understand human anatomy better than anyone else. Now, many people call me an interrogation artist...

No one can guard secrets from me!"

Mountain Eagle sighed and said, "Bro, you can't even hold a gun properly...

Be careful who you work for now; interrogation experts know too many secrets and easily get killed!"

Anton was silent for a moment and said, "Mountain Eagle, I have no choice. I was fired from the forensic center, and I need work. This job just suits me.

Oh, I generally work for international debt collectors now, occasionally do some work for the Intelligence Bureau."

Mountain Eagle had never heard of 'international debt collectors,' so he curiously asked, "What's this international debt collector thing?"

Hearing that Mountain Eagle hadn't heard of international debt collectors, Anton laughed and said, "They're actually mercenaries, but they do debt collection work.

Many people swindle money from their own countries and flee abroad with large sums...

Ordinary people can't do anything about them, but some big-shot investors will hire professionals to trace and find them, attempting to get the money back.

However, most of these debt collectors work very crudely, so they need someone like me who excels at inducing pain to assist them...

Mountain Eagle, this line of work is really lucrative; Great White Shark Sophia took away a list when she came to Moscow before.

Rumor has it that it contains wanted criminals and fraudsters who fled from the East, and I heard a few guys are in Moscow.

If you're interested, I can help you with the work...

You're right, every time after the interrogation, I feel those who hired me want to get rid of me. I feel safer working for you."

"Ah... I already said..."

As Anton spoke, another piercing scream came from the background. Mountain Eagle sighed and said, "I think working in this line will eventually get you killed...

Buddy, cruelty is a trait that instills fear, but blood-soaked, senseless cruelty makes others see you as a pervert. They will have no psychological obstacles to killing you.

And you don't even have the ability to protect yourself!"

"Cruelty? Maybe..."

Anton seemed not to agree with Mountain Eagle's words. After hanging up the phone, he switched to a video call...

When Mountain Eagle answered the call, he saw a space the size of a cargo truck covered in white sound-absorbing cotton, and his acquaintance Sergei was there...

Anton looked at Mountain Eagle on the phone screen, smiled proudly, flipped the camera to showcase the space, and said, "See, this is my mobile workspace. I named it 'Love Buggy.'

Mountain Eagle spoke with disdain, "Why is Sergei also there? Are you working for the Intelligence Bureau?"

Anton pointed the camera towards Sergei, laughed, and said, "No, I'm helping Sergei solve a case, this guy's a loser...

Last time, he caught a snakehead involved in trafficking women, but couldn't get anything out of him. As a result, over a dozen women froze to death in a compartment.

This time we're after a new batch..."

Sergei, looking as if he'd eaten something foul, raised his hand to greet Mountain Eagle, and said, "Hey, Mountain Eagle..."

Mountain Eagle said curiously, "You're with the Intelligence Bureau and you can't handle a snakehead? You even need Anton, that pervert, to help you?"

Sergei, annoyed, pushed aside Anton who tried to squeeze in for some camera time, and then, with a grim expression, said to Mountain Eagle, "It's not that I can't handle it, but there's just not enough time. If we can't get the information quickly, those people will relocate them.

Last time, I was half a day late and those women froze to death!"

As he spoke, Sergei glanced at Anton and said in an irritated tone, "This guy does have his ways..."

After saying that, Sergei pushed Anton's hand aside, turning the camera toward the snakehead who was screaming in agony...

A curly-haired Central Asian was naked and bound to an iron chair with a hole dug in it, fully exposing his lower body beneath the chair...

At first glance, it didn't look like the guy had suffered any torture, nor was there the blood and gore that Mountain Eagle had expected.

But seeing those two thin metal needles inserted into his balls, and the battery and small transformer connected by wires...

Watching the guy scream while foaming at the mouth, Mountain Eagle couldn't help but give a thumbs up and curse: "You Russians are fucking brutal...

But scum like this deserve it. Since you're in such a hurry, why not make it even more intense?"

Anton seemed eager to showcase his skills; he handed his phone to Sergei, then picked up two hemostats and walked over to the agonized snakehead. With his left hand, clad in rubber gloves, he pressed his ribs a few times, then precisely clamped a small piece of skin under the man's armpit with the hemostat...

The snakehead instantly reacted as if he had been electrocuted fiercely, his already hoarse throat and tense body going silent in pain, his veins in his neck and head twitching incessantly like earthworms.

A few seconds later, the guy let out a scream that didn't sound human...

"Ah... I've said it all, I've said it, the car is parked at **** parking lot, the license plate is ****..."

Hearing this, Sergei immediately took out a radio and relayed the intelligence...

After getting a response from his teammates, Sergei looked with disgust at the snakehead who seemed to want to die from the pain but couldn't even pass out, and said to Anton, "Give him another go; once this guy's in prison, I'm out of options."

Anton shrugged and said, "OK..."

"Ah..."

Mountain Eagle watched in awe at the so-called art of interrogation being displayed opposite him...

It was simply taking the body's pain to the extreme and then hovering around the threshold of pain to make the other collapse.

Anton had no skill in 'questioning,' but he was indeed a genius at inflicting pain!

The guy seemed on the brink of mental collapse, but his consciousness was remarkably clear, and his physical condition didn't seem too bad...

This is crucial for debt collectors because excessive physical damage often produces negative effects in interrogation, resulting in misinformation and errors.

Mountain Eagle, covering his ear, moved the phone a little further away, and asked Sergei, "Why is an agent from the Fifth Intelligence Bureau handling anti-human trafficking work?"

Sergei hesitated, saying with a grim expression, "There's frequent fighting over in Udong. Those West Una Nazis have financial issues, so they've started turning to human trafficking to raise funds."

Mountain Eagle, hearing this, asked curiously, "You mean Yas Camp? Don't they have NGO support?"

Sergei thought for a moment and replied, "I'm not sure of the specifics. I heard because one of their big shareholders, Black Fox, disappeared with a large sum, they've been having financial problems. They can't even maintain basic salaries, leading to a series of failures.

Now, the remaining ones are resorting to all means to raise money!

A lot of people have died over there, but the outside world seems deaf and blind!"

Mountain Eagle was taken aback by this news, not expecting Black Fox's death to have such profound effects.

Seeing Sergei's indignant face, Mountain Eagle nodded and said, "Yeah, they definitely need to be taken out...

Anton, 500 bucks, stab that guy for me!"

Sergei pretended not to see Anton, then looked at Mountain Eagle curiously and said, "What do you want Anton for?

This guy is going crazy; I'm worried he'll eventually get himself killed!"

Mountain Eagle watched Anton stick a scalpel into the snakehead's knee, causing him to let out a painful groan, then nodded and said, "Actually, the same would apply if I talked to you...

Remember the black corpse we found in Bolonicov's secret warehouse?"

Sergei heard this, his expression turning a bit odd, and he said, "Was that corpse important?"

Mountain Eagle, seeing Sergei's expression, knew something must be wrong. He sighed and said, "Don't tell me that corpse is lost? I remember repeatedly warning you that someone would target that corpse..."

Sergei awkwardly rubbed his chin and said, "It's a bit complicated...

The corpse was initially stored in the forensic center's cold storage, but then a professor from Moscow University requested to conduct a medical examination on it, and somehow, it got approved..."

Upon hearing that, Mountain Eagle quickly asked, "Where's the corpse now?"

Sergei said awkwardly, "I'm not sure, but I can help inquire..."