Chapter 411
A good Military Supervisor always has an equally excellent Political Commissar by their side, handling both military duties and everyday life, maintaining at least a basic balance. Otherwise, chaos is inevitable for an army. If the Military Supervisor is alcohol, then the Political Commissar must be a cup of sobering tea. The Political Commissar is the mother within the army.
"Alright, let’s talk about you."
The conversation started shifting towards Ye Tian.
"What’s there to say about me? It’s just a matter of how I died."
"Heh heh, you brat, still playing dumb with us? Do you really think you can fool us with your little tricks?"
His words took Ye Tian by surprise. This was not a normal interrogation tactic. Even without severe torture, there was no need for such a teasing tone.
Probably guessing Ye Tian’s thoughts, the Political Commissar added, "We are well aware of your identity and your past actions. We were also one of the organizers and planners of that operation. Don’t look at me like that; we just crawled out from the big gully in Tibet. It can’t be helped, the scope of your case is too broad. Anyone that can be dealt with, must be dealt with. Look at you, boy, a headstrong youth, causing us two Lieutenant Colonels to be dismissed."
Ye Tian seemed to catch on, but it was still somewhat vague. What did they mean? Was the past operation a one-off deal?