Chapter 47: Maximilian VS. Photon Fury - 01
"You’re bluffing. I’ve never heard of such a device before," Mauler said with a frown.
Maximilian crouched down, tilting the device to show the inside where numerous jagged spikes were ready to pierce into a skull.
"Okay... let’s assume I’m bluffing. I just got this thing today, don’t know how to use it yet. And you’ll be the first one I try it on, congratulations," Maximilian said, his voice made even more terrifying by the helmet’s voice modulator.
This Neuron Scrambler was something he had found in the house, sitting among the old equipment left in the basement before Ricardo’s group cleaned it out. After reading the manual, he decided to store it in his system storage just in case.
Maximilian placed the device near Mauler’s head, then pulled out the manual from behind him, though in truth, he retrieved it from his system storage. He did this to deceive Mauler since he didn’t want anyone to know about his system storage; it was one of his hidden trump cards.
Maximilian opened the manual and read for a few minutes before he started to move his hands.
"I must say, this thing is very nasty. I need to put it on your head first and let the jagged spikes pierce into your skull. Oh, and don’t worry... the spikes won’t kill you. They have nanites that heal you while scrambling your brain for useful information.
Even though you won’t die, your brain will feel like it’s getting tens of heated iron rods inserted and stirred around. Since this thing is still an experimental model, the process isn’t exactly gentle, so... good luck," Maximilian explained casually, setting up the device.
Seeing the many jagged hooks inside the helmet shattered Mauler’s will. He wasn’t afraid of dying, but having his brain scrambled and his mind read was something he wanted to avoid at all costs.
"We don’t know where Rebecca Lane is! We only know that she escaped from the laboratory a long time ago, but that’s about it! We don’t know her current location!" Mauler immediately confessed.
Maximilian’s hands didn’t stop. He picked up the helmet and was about to place it on Mauler’s head.