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Chapter 1356: Chapter 1208: Too Disrespectful of the Rules (Please Subscribe!)
Silencing.
It was not novel within the Organization.
Whether it was silencing others.
Or being silenced by others.
Neither was unusual.
After all.
The tasks they executed were never honorable.
Many things, once exposed, would trouble the Organization, and working for such an Organization was akin to consorting with devils; previously, they had been sent several times to carry out such tasks.
Could it be.
Today was their turn?
With this thought.
A chill rose from the soles of their feet.
If that was the case, then they were truly doomed. What place could they escape to at the ends of the earth? Yet, it was odd—if this were so, why not silence them directly.
Why make a detour.
Having them search for Tang Qing filled their heads with doubts; it made no sense.
At this moment.
All five had lost their combat power.
The scene.
Became awkward once more.
"Hey! Can’t you guys just talk it out? Why resort to violence? Look, you’re hurt now. Alright, let’s change venues and have a proper chat," Tang Qing sighed and spoke.
This tone.
Nearly drove them to distraction.
As soon as the words fell.
They saw Tang Qing’s Bodyguard approaching with handcuffs. The five were taken aback. What was this about? Were these people police? Or were they specifically dispatched by the Huaxia Government? They knew about Tang Qing’s strong official connections.
Could it be.
These were royal guards?
Before they could ponder further, they were handcuffed by the Fighters, and with five strikes, all five fell unconscious and were then carried by the Fighters to a corner next to the Elevator and teleported away through a Teleportation Node.
This place.
Was not suitable for Interrogation.
Once the affair was concluded.
Tang Qing took the Elevator, ready to go home for dinner. Interrogation had once interested him to watch, but now he had seen enough and chose not to join the commotion, simply waiting for the outcome.
Once home.
"Tangtang, how did it go?"
"There was just a Driver in the car, and he wasn’t hurt. Seeing he was fine, I came up," Tang Qing lied. As for the Santana, it remained there, soon to be cleared by the Property staff.
"That’s good."
...
Myanmar.
Myanmar Economic Zone.
Deep in the mountains.
Metal Smelting Factory.
Inside the warehouse.
With a flash of light, five men appeared on the floor. Three Fighters immediately came forward, effortlessly lifting them onto a nearby armored transport, dumping them like trash.
After collecting their personal items.
Soon after.
The vehicle departed.
Leaving the Smelting Factory, it headed towards a nearby secret Underground building. Due to limited transport stages, the security vault, Gold Smelting Factory, and Special Zone secret Prison were all built close together, forming a triangle.
They shared a Teleportation Node.
About ten minutes later.
The vehicle arrived in front of a mountain.
The original Karst Cave entrance had been sealed off with artificial stones. Crafted with sophisticated Technology, from the outside, it looked simply like a barren mountain. Below it was a small pond, soaked by a stream drawn from dozens of meters away.
The pond was shallow.
Only about thirty centimeters deep.
Covering an area of thousands of square meters.
It was murky. As the vehicle drove over it, any tracks would vanish in less than a minute. Approaching closer than ten meters to the Rock, the Rock silently ’split’ apart.
Revealing a pathway wide enough for the vehicle to pass through.
Inside.
Was a vast entry parking lot. The vehicle drove in, and the Rock closed silently again. Such a ’unique’ design actually originated from Tang Qing.
Although discovery here was nearly impossible.
Setting up a big iron gate would be.
Quite ’improper.’
In his boredom, he began to redesign and build up the place again, not only adding these concealed measures but also expanding the interior space since it didn’t cost him a dime.
"Zzz..."
A jolt.
The leader snapped awake.
The numbness on his body made him realize immediately that he had been electrocuted.
He opened his eyes.
He surveyed his surroundings—the grey metal walls, the white and grey floor not only had lights above but also a continuous ring of fluorescent strips on all four sides, lighting up the room as bright as day.
In front of him,
was a table.
Sitting there was a person, wearing... he couldn’t tell which country’s military uniform, looking at him with an icy gaze. Lowering his eyes, he found himself handcuffed to an interrogation chair, his limbs secured.
"..."
He was somewhat bewildered.
This setup.
It felt like he had gotten into some serious trouble.
Very serious trouble.
No, that’s not right.
Hadn’t he been sent to capture Tang Qing and ended up being wiped out by him? So why was he here? Could it be that Tang Qing had handed them over to Huaxia’s secret agency? Yes, that must be it.
"Was your task to kill Tang Qing?" the Fighter casually asked.
"What task? I don’t know what you’re talking about." The leader denied.
"The ’Kovalro’ task." the Fighter said.
"I don’t know what ’Kovalro’ is. I just wanted to snatch some money to spend. If you don’t believe me, forget it. Killing someone? Are you kidding? We are law-abiding Canadian citizens."
The leader was unconcerned.
This department,
to know about ’Kovalro’ was no surprise!
But the fact that they had managed to trace them as members of this Organization meant that this department must not be underestimated.
"Law-abiding? Crossbow arrows are controlled items."
"Not in Canada."
A non-answer,
obstruction,
basic training.
The leader even scorned the Fighter inwardly.
Such a stupid question,
could only be asked by you people.
"It seems that you still don’t grasp who is in control of the situation. Or perhaps, you have overestimated your own importance." As he spoke, the Fighter pulled out a knife from somewhere, as if throwing darts.
"Whoosh..."
The long Dagger pierced straight through the leader’s shoulder and out the other side.
"Hisss—Ahh—"
He felt the pain in his shoulder.
Saw the blood soaking into his clothes,
some even dripping onto the floor of the Platform,
the leader was nearly scared senseless.
Crap.
What kind of interrogation method was this? Without saying a word, using him as a dartboard, with the shoulder mere inches from the head, a single mistake would certainly mean meeting God.
What happened to psychological warfare?
Whipping.
Searchlights.
Even drugging would be fine.
But this sudden strike,
who could withstand it?
"You... you have no respect for the Rules."
The leader was fuming.
"Sorry, actually, I meant to stab your foot, but I didn’t expect my skills to be so lacking, I got it wrong, and for that, I apologize. If it happens again next time, I can only say sorry."
The expression on the Fighter’s face was perfect—innocence and apologies—a Novice just making his way in the world, that "shy" apology. But to the leader’s ears, it was disastrously chilling.
Damn it.
Aiming for the foot?
You almost stabbed me in the head, buddy. Although I knew this was a psychological tactic, facing such an unpredictable opponent, the interrogation resistance training he received seemed useless at the moment.
This strategy,
also reflected a terrifying conclusion.
These people,
were ruthless.
They simply didn’t care about his life at all.
