"No! What are you doing?! What is this?!"
Orwell saw the syringe and jerked backward sharply, but he was tightly restrained by straps, able only to wriggle in vain, his pupils dilated in fear.
His performance was a disgrace to his identity as an agent.
But Song Heping clearly recognized that this guy's reaction was normal.
Although Orwell was an agent and a double agent at that, he was an outsider—a doctor originally working in Qatar, later recruited by the CIA and Mossad consecutively.
Considered an outsider then!
This type of outsider spy receives some professional training, but absolutely lacks the comprehensive training of field agents or those recruited from universities to become career agents; counter-interrogation training is likely superficial at best.
Agents like this are the easiest to break.
Especially in front of Russian Special Forces, it wouldn't be long before they fold.
"A little... amusement tool."
