Cosma Empire

? Shapke's health is not good, he is already very old, and his body simply cannot withstand any serious injury. Not to mention the harmful method of extorting a confession, such as electrocution and water torture, even if you punch him a few times, you may be able to send him to see the gods. The military actually has nothing to do with such people. It cannot be beaten, and threats are useless. But today, they have found a very effective means, that is, family members.

A strong member of the Scarlet Dawn organization in his forties, unable to bear the torture and the pressure of his family members dying in front of him, said something that he should not have said. For example, Shapke’s family went to Where.

Before Shapke and Memnon fell out, he had already sent his family to the Federation through some channels. During the years of cooperation with Memnon, he also "earned" some money, enough for his family to live in the Federation. Living a life of wealth compared to ordinary people. There is no perfect person in this world, even a Progressive Party whip like Shapke.

People always have a vulnerable side, or weaknesses, and family members are often the weaknesses of most people.

In order to provide a safe, stable and relatively affluent life, Shapke also gave up some persistence in exchange for such a day.

He won't speak, not only because of the persistence and fanaticism towards Blood Dawn in his heart, but also because he, like all members of the Scarlet Dawn organization, is afraid of that leader. He slowly closed his eyes, unwilling to see these people circling around him again.

"Mr. Shapke, I think it's best for you to cooperate with us. We don't want to hurt anyone, but some people must pay for what they did! This person is not you, and you don't have to give up your right to love life for others ", the voice of the officer in charge of the interrogation was very magnetic, and not at all vicious. He looked only in his thirties, a very clean person. The clean and tidy military uniform on his body brings out his outstanding temperament, even more beautiful than some models wearing fashionable clothes, and attracts people's attention more.

After waiting for five minutes, Shapke still had no intention of confessing at all. Fatigue, intimidation, threats, most of the relatively mild methods were used, but Shapke still didn't say a word.

The officer pursed his lips, with a helpless expression on his face, he put the pen in his hand on the notebook, "This is the end of today's interrogation, I hope you can think about it while you are resting, don't force us to Use some dishonorable practices."

Shapke opened his eyes at this time, because the young man said a phrase like "dishonor". People who can say this phrase usually come from the bottom of society and have a gang background. He stared at the young The officer took a few more glances, then closed his eyes again. Not long after, two soldiers pushed Shapke back into a closed room with a wheelchair, and left him alone after closing the door.

No one came to interrogate him for the second day, the third day, and longer,

Until the fourth day, he was sent to the interrogation room again. Looking at the young and familiar officer, Shapke still remained silent.

The young officer smiled at him and said good afternoon. After finishing speaking, the mirror in the room that occupied most of the wall shrank into the wall, revealing a single-sided transparent glass. In another room, he saw his family. He didn't show any expression of shock or fear, he kept calm all the time, and he has been so calm since he was arrested.

"Your family, don't you want to say hello to them?" The officer smiled and knocked on the transparent glass window. There was a sudden noise in the room, but it quickly subsided, "They can hear you See, I respect your loyalty to the organization very much, but it is a pity that not everyone is like you. We have got more valuable news in these few days. For us, the secret you keep, It may not be as important as you think."

"Father... is that you? What is this place?" His daughter's voice suddenly came out from the speaker. On the other side of the glass window, a woman in her forties showed a surprised expression. It seems that no one on the opposite side restricts their right to speak.

Beside her, there were Shapke's son-in-law, two grandsons and a granddaughter. The family looked very frightened, only his daughter remained calm.

Shapke tilted his head and kept looking at his family, but remained silent. The young officer smiled and reached out and knocked on the glass window three times. Two soldiers appeared in the glass window, and one of them reached out and grabbed one of Shapke's grandsons. His family tried to protect the child, but another soldier scattered him with a gun butt. The child was brought close to the glass window, and the muzzle of the rifle was pressed against the sobbing child's head. The young officer laughed and said, "Perhaps in your mind, loyalty is more important to you than anything else." , including your family."

"You seem confident that you are a man who can keep secrets and be loyal, so let's try it out. I heard you like your grandson very much, so is your loyalty more important, or your grandson more important ?”, the family’s weeping and begging sounded from the other side of the glass window. Although Shapke’s daughter was crying, she didn’t say anything. Instead, his son-in-law suddenly exploded.

"Father, tell these bastards what they want to know, and then let's get out of here together! Nothing is more important than being together as a family. What else can your persistence do except make us fear and suffer from each other? Even if we all die Here, the person you are loyal to may not even know what happened here!", his son-in-law begged bitterly.

"Listen!" The young officer smiled and pointed to his son-in-law, "This is the choice a normal person should make."

"You have one minute, if you can't give me the answer I want after one minute, then I'm very sorry, I may have to take your grandson's life, I hope you can understand, this is also not what I want! "

Time passed bit by bit, Shapke's gaze was focused on his grandson's face, and seeing that time was running out, Shapke finally spoke.

His voice was very hoarse, full of rough graininess, and extremely low, "Give me a pen!"

"Thank God!" The son-in-law on the opposite side of the glass window put his hands together, lowered his head and thanked all the gods. His children, including him and their family, don't need to die.

The young officer was very satisfied and put a pen and a piece of paper in front of Shapke. Shapke picked up the pen and saw that the white paper did not write immediately, as if he was recalling something. The young officer did not urge him, he had interrogated many people, and he also knew that at this moment, Shapke's inner world was full of guilt and a pleasure of betrayal. All that is needed now is to wait, for Shapke himself to ignite the thrill of betrayal, and then write everything out.

When a person turns from firmness to vacillation, he is doomed to lose all his positions in the end. No one has ever changed this truth.

After about five minutes, Shapke suddenly held the pen in his hand upside down at a speed that did not match his age, with the nib pointing up. The young officer suddenly showed a look of surprise on his face, and he couldn't continue. Keep calm, bend your calf and shake your body to make a sprint movement, but it is still a step slower!

Without hesitation, Shapke inserted the tip of the pen deeply into his throat, his occlusal muscles bulged, and the loose skin on his face became more or less tense. The moment the tip of the pen pierced his throat, he held the body of the pen with both hands and pushed it horizontally to the left. The sharp pen tip tore the muscles, and a sharp bulge was formed on the left side of the neck. The bulge was quickly punctured, and blood gushed out from a severed blood vessel the size of a pencil like a twisted faucet.

The young officer's fingertips had already touched Shapke's arm, but he knew it was too late.

Although there are simple medical methods here, serious injuries such as a ruptured carotid artery cannot be rescued by the medical equipment here. There is no blood bank here, let alone prepared blood bags. Shapke calmly put the blood-soaked pen back on the table, pressing it on top of the pure white paper. There was a sarcastic gleam in his eyes, and the repulsive sneer on his face hurt the young officer deeply.

After more than ten seconds, with a bang, Shapke's head hugged the table intimately, and never raised it again. On the table covered with blood, there was a particularly glaring piece of white paper. Apart from some blood stains on the white paper, there was also a pen with blood on it.

The young officer leaned on the chair and sat down. He took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. At this moment, he seemed to be unable to hear the sound from the loudspeaker at all. After he smoked about half a cigarette, he could no longer suppress the irritability in his heart, stood up abruptly and kicked Shapke on the body. The wheelchair slid backwards, drawing a distance from the table, and the old man fell headlong to the ground.

He turned his face sideways, but it seemed that he still kept the sneer at the moment before he died, and the dim look in his eyes was so empty that it made people panic.

The young officer beat Shapke's body frantically, and after beating for a long time, he straightened up, straightened his clothes, opened the door and went out.

In about a few seconds, he appeared in the room behind the glass window, holding a pistol in his hand, and pulled the trigger without hesitation at Shapke's family. Gunshots, screams, and cries for help spread out, but he didn't care at all, and vented his anger and fear frantically.

What is it that makes this bastard willing to sacrifice the lives of himself and his family, but also keep that damned secret? !