Tokyo, Kantou Self-Defense Force Headquarters.
This isn't an ordinary office space, but a heavily guarded military command center.
High walls are lined with surveillance and electric fences, the sentries at the gate are armed, and each entry and exit checkpoint requires identity verification, with an air of foreboding hanging thickly.
After being taken off the vehicle, Qi Yun was "escorted" by two soldiers in camouflage uniforms into the main building, arriving at an interrogation room on the third floor.
The interrogation room is not large, its furnishings are simple to the point of being rudimentary, with only a metal table, two chairs, and a dangling incandescent lamp overhead, its light so glaring it was hard to keep one's eyes open.
Just as Qi Yun sat down, the door slammed shut with a "bang," leaving him alone.
This was already the third time this year he had been "invited" to a place like this, and compared to the previous two times, he felt much more at ease.
