There was a click, and the echo echoed down the long corridor.
The iron gate opened, and Jesse's hands and feet were handcuffed and he was escorted out by two tall men.
His shiny suit turned into a striped prison uniform, his hair was disheveled, he looked haggard, his lips were cracked and chapped, and he had completely lost his original glory.
But the only thing that remains unchanged is those eyes.
calm.
As calm as a deep pool.
at the same time.
In another office.
Mr. Fang took off his glasses, wiped the lenses, rubbed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and felt an indescribable sense of fatigue all over his body.
After knocking on the door and getting permission, assistant Xiaofang pushed the door open and came in: "Mr. Fang, the overseas player has been escorted to the interrogation room. It's time for us to leave."
Mr. Fang picked up the thermos cup, took a sip of tea, and said, "Okay, let's go and see what he can say."
Xiaofang continued: "Oh, one more thing, the sin of group S is back."
"Azumi, has she dealt with the trouble overseas?"
"I solved it."
"I heard that the troubles back home were getting worse, so I rushed back to take a look."
As soon as Mr. Fang finished speaking, he felt a chill behind him, followed by an extremely hoarse woman's voice.
When he turned around, he found a figure appeared behind him silently.
The figure was wrapped in a black windbreaker, his entire face hidden under the hood, and he was wearing a mask, revealing only a pair of calm eyes.
A hand was stretched out, the sleeve was pulled up, revealing skin with dense cuts, the palm was rough and covered with thick calluses. If it weren't for the slightly distinguishable voice, it would be hard to imagine that this was a woman.
Ah Zui flipped through the information and said, "It seems there are indeed a lot of problems, and none of them have been solved."
Elder Fang looked at her actions with a feeling of helplessness. Although he was used to it, he still said, "When will you give a heads-up before appearing? Also, the information you're looking through is confidential and can only be accessed by high-ranking officials."
Ah Zui continued flipping through other books, saying nonchalantly, "Those people are just taking up space. How many of them actually do anything?"
"I've read through it and found that I've helped the organization much more than they have. When will we kick out those old guys who just eat and do nothing?"
Listening to Ah Zui's words, Mr. Fang sighed, the helplessness on his face deepened, and he slowly said, "Just tell me this."
Although he knew that even if those people heard it, they would not dare to do anything to Azui, but others, including him, would have to accept the criticism.
Ah Zui said nothing, "Let's go, don't we want to see the overseas players who were captured?"
…
Ten minutes later.
Jesse sat down in the interrogation room. In front of him were two professionally trained interrogators.
The room was empty, with only simple stainless steel tables and chairs, and surveillance cameras with no blind spots.
On the other side of the glass wall, several senior officials arrived, crossed their arms, and looked at Jesse inside the glass wall.
Old Fang also came, and Ah Zui followed behind him. She was very tall, a shoulder taller than Old Fang, and her black windbreaker exuded a sinister aura.
The other senior officials were startled when they saw her, but they coughed twice and ignored her, unconsciously keeping their distance.
Azui put his hands in his pockets and looked at Jesse in the interrogation room with a distracted look.
At this time, the interrogation had already begun. The two interrogators used professional means to communicate with Jesse and extract useful information from him.
Jesse remained silent.
His eyes looked directly into the interrogator's, without the slightest fluctuation.
"You can continue to remain silent, but I believe that not everyone in your organization is like you."
"They know how to weigh the pros and cons. Now, there are only two outcomes facing you. One is to spend the rest of your life in prison. The other is to help us, and we will do our best to reduce the crimes you have committed." An interrogator said slowly, flipping through the notebook in his hand.
At this moment, Jesse suddenly laughed.
The two interrogators raised their eyebrows.
If you respond, it means it’s effective.
"What are you laughing at?" one of them asked.
Jesse ignored them and turned to look at the glass wall beside him.
Seeing Jesse suddenly looking over here, the expressions of Mr. Fang and others changed slightly.
"How much do you know about the Nightmare Organization?"
"We are fully prepared for this invasion of your country, including my current situation."
"You know why you took no prisoners, but I was the first one? It's because when we get into this situation, we all have our own ways of ending ourselves."
"I came in just to see your faces, and even more importantly, I wanted to get a few valuable guys to go with me over there..."
As he finished speaking, Jesse's face twisted, revealing dense black veins. His body was wriggling, and his flesh and blood swelled up like cotton.
The two interrogation members on the opposite side realized that something was wrong and quickly stepped back.
Five seconds later, Jesse's body suddenly exploded, and blood and flesh splattered on the glass wall.
All the senior officials were frightened and quickly retreated.
Only Ah Zui stood there with a calm look.
The interrogation room was filled with blood mist.
The two interrogators inhaled the blood and felt nauseous.
Before he could leave, a bloody ghost face suddenly emerged from the broken flesh.
Before the two interrogators could react, their necks were twisted like a pretzel.
Then, throw it towards the glass wall.
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