When Craig opened his eyes again, he might have adjusted to the darkness while being covered by the hood.
I suddenly saw the light and was dazzled by it, unable to open my eyes.
It took me a long time to get used to it.
Squinting my eyes slightly through the strong light, I saw a desk opposite me, behind which sat two men in suits.
Opposite to his right was a middle-aged white man in his twenties, sitting with his back straight, with a hooked nose that was most conspicuous.
Craig could sense a strong aura from the other person.
This was the type of person he had never encountered in Recife. He didn't know how to describe it in words, but his intuition told him that he couldn't afford to mess with such a person.
Next to him was a relatively young man with tanned skin, in his early twenties, who looked a bit bookish.
There was a notebook open on the table, obviously preparing to record something.
...
...
With just one glance, he could confirm that this was someone from a government department, not some gangster.
Because gangsters don't have this kind of temperament.
So before the other party could speak, he took the lead in begging for mercy:
"Sir, I'm just a bodyguard. I really don't know the inside story of the arms deal!"
"Haha...that's not right! Mr. Craig, you are not just a simple bodyguard!
As far as we know, you are Vox's nephew!
His trust in you exceeds that of others!
I just don’t know what he would do to you if he knew his nephew had attacked his lover!”
The hook-nosed man opposite said with a smile.
Craig was shocked when he heard what was said on the other side. There were definitely no more than five people in the gang who knew about his relationship with Vox.
These people are old brothers who started their business with Vox, and they would not easily betray their boss.
It seems that the power of these people on the opposite side is many times stronger than that of the police.
"What I said is true, I am really just a bodyguard!
I had no involvement in the gang business, really. Jerry was in charge of the arms business.
Go ask Jerry!"
Craig is not a tough man, and someone who can do such a thing to his uncle's lover is obviously not a loyal person.
He had already started to confess before the interrogators had even used any tactics.
The hook-nosed man on the other side was not satisfied with his answer and sneered:
“It seems that you don’t understand who we are or how we do things.
I can give you some basic information. We are an intelligence bureau affiliated with the Ministry of National Defense. We are mainly responsible for domestic counterintelligence operations, targeting foreign hostile forces and intelligence agencies.
We are not the police. We can execute anyone we catch without trial.
What’s more important is that some of the torture methods we use on our enemies are cruel and may make your life worse than death.
If you want to experience it, we’d love for you to do it.”
It turned out that Craig had never heard of this department, but when he heard the other party say that they could execute directly without trial, he felt his calves tremble.
He became Vox's bodyguard not because he was a tough guy, but because he was trustworthy and had good marksmanship.
But now here, these two advantages obviously did not help him at all.
So far, the two people sitting opposite him have not started asking him any questions, but he is already a little frightened.
He didn't know what he should confess. After all, he really didn't know who the owner of this batch of arms was.
Just when he was still thinking about what he should say.
The hook-nosed man on the opposite side didn't want to waste time. They only had one night. If Craig, as Vox's bodyguard, could not appear by Vox's side tomorrow morning, it might arouse the other party's vigilance.
Therefore, he could not drag things out with Craig, nor could he use torture methods that would leave obvious external injuries on the other party.
“It seems that Mr. Craig really wants to experience our methods.
Come, please entertain Mr. Craig."
Before Craig could react, he felt two people appear behind him and lifted him up without any hesitation. Craig, whose hands were already handcuffed, had no way to resist.
I could only beg for mercy:
"No! Sir, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!
Please forgive me! I really don't know who the buyer of this batch of arms is!
Please. "
But the people in the room seemed to hear nothing.
Two strong men tied him directly to a bench, with his hands and feet bound tightly, making it impossible for him to break free.
Craig was very frightened and kept begging for mercy, but no one paid any attention to him.
In reality, everyone knew he couldn't survive the punishment, but this was just a warning.
If he is not allowed to experience despair, he may not cooperate with them easily.
Craig on the bench couldn't move at all, as pitiful and helpless as a lamb to be slaughtered.
His head was clamped between his arms, which were raised above his head, and he was unable to move. The only thing he could see was the swaying lights on the top of the house.
Soon, he felt that the bench he was lying on was raised, but only the legs were raised, making him feel as if his head was low and his feet were high.
He knew that the punishment had definitely not officially begun yet, but he felt that he could no longer hold back his desire.
The only sounds in the entire room besides his own begging for mercy were the orderly movements of the two executioners. Soon he heard the dull sound of a bucket being placed on the ground next to him.
Although he didn't know what he was about to experience, the sound of the bucket hitting the ground made his heart tremble.
My whole body began to tremble involuntarily.
Even the sounds of begging for mercy were trembling involuntarily.
Finally, a figure appeared in his sight. The person stood with his back to the light, and because of the light he couldn't see the other person's appearance clearly.
But the cold eyes in the darkness made him shiver involuntarily.
The man didn't waste any time talking to him and directly covered his face with a piece of mulberry paper.
In an instant, Craig could no longer see anything, which made his body tremble even more violently.
He stopped begging for mercy and tried to blow away the mulberry paper on his face.
But as soon as the paper moved, water began to flow down from it.
Craig, who was blowing, choked.
Then, I couldn't breathe anymore.
The bound body struggled constantly, and the bench swayed from side to side.
In panic, Craig felt like he was going to die.
Whatever you breathe into your trachea is all water. Even if you try to hold your breath, the water will continue to flow into your lungs through your nostrils.
At this moment he was unable to think at all and could only move his body instinctively to break free from the restraints.
But he was tied up so tightly that he couldn't break free.
I don’t know how much time had passed, maybe a dozen seconds, maybe a dozen minutes.
The water stopped and the paper on the face was removed.
Craig raised his head desperately and coughed out the water that had choked his airway.
The voice of the hook-nosed man came from afar:
"Mr. Craig, shall we continue?"
The voice was like the whisper of a devil, but Craig felt like he had grabbed a life-saving straw at this moment.
Because someone finally responded to him and he was no longer begging for mercy blindly.
He wanted to open his mouth to respond, but his airway and throat were filled with water and he couldn't make any sound. He could only cough violently.
Fortunately, the other party was very patient at this time.
Craig finally caught his breath and said hurriedly:
"No, sir, please.
Whatever you want to know, I will tell you.
Please, I beg you. If you do this again I will die."
The hook-nosed man smiled coldly and said:
"Really? Then please tell us who the buyer of this batch of arms is."
Upon hearing this question, Craig's breathing stagnated. He really didn't know the answer to this question!
He was not a tough guy, and he did not really want to try the punishment before answering.
He really doesn't know.
But, at this time, I obviously cannot answer that I don’t know.
Nor do they dare to make up lies to deceive others.
He could only think carefully about his experiences over the past few days. He had been following Vox the entire time. When did the other party receive this business order?
Slowly, he remembered the day's itinerary.
He quickly said:
“I remember now.
About half a month ago, the boss went to a restaurant for an appointment, and after he came back, he started preparing the goods.
Yes, that time.
But...but I really haven’t seen who the other person is!
The boss didn’t allow us to enter the box.”
The hook-nosed man looked at Craig, who was tied to a stool and was trying hard to raise his head, breathing fresh air and thinking seriously.
There was no expression on his face.
He just glanced at the notes that the young man next to him was taking in his notebook, and after he finished writing, he asked:
"What time, and which restaurant?"
Craig thought about it carefully. Fortunately, not much time had passed. Under this life-threatening pressure, he immediately recalled the scene.
"June 5th, yes, that was the night of June 5th.
Tuya Restaurant on Gert Street. Yes, Tuya Restaurant.
The third private room on the right hand side of the second floor of the restaurant. ”
He was still repeating himself as he recalled it. His tone was uncertain at the beginning, but became very firm towards the end.
The hook-nosed man raised his hand, signaling to untie Craig.
The two men in charge of the execution came forward again and untied Craig from the bench.
Craig couldn't see Hooked Nose's movements, but when he felt the two executioners approaching, he shuddered and wanted to continue begging for mercy.
He let out a long sigh of relief when he found that the other person was starting to untie him.
It seems that my life is saved today.
The hook-nosed voice, without any emotion, came again.
"Who made the appointment?"
"I'm not sure who it was, but it seemed like the boss received a phone call at that time."
"When did you answer the phone?"
"Afternoon... Afternoon... Three o'clock. It seems to be around three o'clock in the afternoon."
Finally, Craig was completely untied and brought back to his previous seat.
Even though he was soaked at this time, his body was still shaking uncontrollably.
But I finally found a sense of security.
Now he didn't dare to think about anything. He just wanted to recall everything that happened that day to save himself from torture.
"Did you meet anyone else outside the box?"
Hooked Nose now believed that Craig really didn't know who the other person was.
However, he had to analyze what Craig saw at the time to see if he could find any clues.
"Other people? It seems that I didn't meet any other people. They were just some guests eating in the restaurant.
Oh, yeah, I remember now.
I seemed to see the police chief's car parked in front of the restaurant that day.
When we left, the car was still there.”
A gleam of light flashed in the eyes of the hook-nosed man, and he was overjoyed. Didn't this mean he had found the clue?
"Does Vox usually have much contact with the police chief?"
Craig said without hesitation:
“The boss has gotten to where he is today thanks to his father-in-law, who was the former deputy chief of police.
It turns out that the current police chief is also an old subordinate of his father-in-law.
Therefore, the boss would contact him frequently.
He also often gives money to the police chief."
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