Shapke was in poor health and was already very old, and his body simply could not withstand any serious injuries. Not to mention the harmful methods of extracting confessions such as electrocution and waterboarding, even punching him a few times might be able to send him to meet the gods. The military actually has nothing to do with such people. They can't beat them, and intimidation doesn't work. But today, they have found a very effective method, and that is family members.
A strong member of the Bloody Dawn organization in his forties, unable to withstand the torture and the pressure of his family members dying in front of him, said some things that he should not have said, such as that Shapke's family went to Where.
Before Schapke and Memnon fell out, he had already sent his family to the Federation through some channels. During the years of cooperation with Memnon, he had more or less "earned" some money, which was enough for his family to live in the Federation. Bian lived a wealthy life compared to ordinary people. There are no perfect people in this world, not even Kadima Party whips like Schapke.
People always have a fragile side, or weakness, and family members are often the weaknesses of most people.
In order to provide a safe, stable and relatively prosperous life, Shapke also gave up some perseverance in exchange for such a day.
He would not speak, not only because of his persistence and enthusiasm for Bloody Dawn, but also because he, like all members of the Bloody Dawn organization, was afraid of the leader. He slowly closed his eyes, not wanting to see these people walking around him anymore.
"Mr. Shapke, I think it's best for you to cooperate with us. We don't want to hurt anyone, but some people have to pay the price for what they have done! This person is not you. There is no need for you 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 to be in his thirties, a very clean man. The clean and tidy military uniform on his body brings out his outstanding temperament. He is even more beautiful and attracts people's attention than some models wearing fashionable clothes.
After waiting for five minutes, Shapke still had no intention of confessing. Most of the relatively mild methods including fatigue, intimidation, and threats were used, but Shapke remained silent.
The officer pursed his lips, with a helpless expression on his face. He put the pen in his hand on the notebook, "Today's interrogation is over. I hope you can think about it carefully during your break and don't force us." Use some dishonorable practices."
Shapke opened his eyes at this time, because this young man said a phrase like "dishonor". People who can say this phrase often come from the bottom of society and have a gang background. He stared at the young man The officer looked at it a few more times and closed his eyes again. After a while, two soldiers pushed Shapke back to a closed room in a wheelchair, closed the door and left him alone.
No one came to interrogate him on the second, third and longer days. It was not until the fourth day that he was sent to the interrogation room again. Looking at the young and familiar officer, Shapke remained silent. .
The young officer smiled at him and said good afternoon. After speaking, the mirror that occupied most of the wall in the room shrank into the wall, revealing a single-sided transparent glass. In another room, he saw his family. He did not show any expression of shock or fear. He remained calm. He had remained so calm since he was arrested.
"Your family, don't you say hello to them?" The officer smiled and knocked on the glass window that had become transparent. There was a sudden noise in the room, but it soon 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. In the past few days, we have received more valuable information. For us, the secrets you have kept, It may not be as important as you think.”
"Dad... is that you? Where is this place?" His daughter's voice suddenly came from the speaker. On the other side of the glass window, a woman who looked to be in her forties showed a surprised expression. There seemed to be no one on the other side restricting their right to speak.
Beside her 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 still remained silent. The young officer smiled and knocked on the glass window three times. Two soldiers appeared in the glass window. One of them reached out and grabbed one of Shapke's grandsons. His family wanted to protect the child, but another soldier used a rifle butt to disperse them. The child was brought very close to the glass window, and the muzzle of the rifle was pressed against the sobbing child's head. The young officer smiled and said, "Maybe in your mind, loyalty is more important to you than anything else. , including your family.”
"It seems that you are very confident that you are a person who can keep secrets and be loyal, so let us test it. I heard that you like your grandson very much, so which one is more important, your loyalty or your grandson? ?" The cries and pleadings of the family members were heard on 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 a family together. What else can your persistence do besides making us fear and suffer each other? Even if we all die The person you are loyal to here may not even know what happened here!" his son-in-law begged with tears.
"Listen!" The young officer smiled and pointed at 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 away your grandson's life. I hope you can understand that this is also not what I want!" "
Time passed bit by bit, and Shapke kept focusing on his grandson's face. Seeing that time was running out, Shapke finally spoke.
His voice was very hoarse, full of rough grain, and extremely deep, "Give me a pen!"
"Thank God!" The son-in-law on the other side of the glass window clasped his hands and lowered his head to thank all the gods. His children, including him and their family, did not need to die.
The young officer was very satisfied and placed a pen and a piece of paper in front of Shapke. Shapke picked up the pen and looked at the white paper without writing immediately, as if he was recalling something. The young officer did not rush him. He had interrogated many people. He also knew that at this moment, Shapke's inner world was full of guilt and the pleasure of betrayal. All that is needed now is to wait, for Shapke to take the initiative to ignite the pleasure of betrayal, and then write everything out.
When a person moves from firmness to wavering, he is destined 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 at a speed that was inappropriate for his age, with the tip of the pen pointing upward. A look of shock suddenly appeared on the young officer's face, and he could not continue. Keeping calm, he bent his legs and swayed his body to make a sprint, but he was still a step too slow!
Shapke did not hesitate to insert the tip of the pen deeply into his throat. His bite muscles bulged high and the loose skin on his face became somewhat tight. The moment the pen tip penetrated his throat, he held the pen body with both hands and pushed it horizontally to the left. The sharp tip of the pen tore the muscle, and a sharp bulge appeared on the left side of the neck. The bulge was quickly punctured, and blood spurted out like a turned-on faucet from a blood vessel as thick as a pencil.
The young officer's fingertips had already touched Shapke's arm, but he knew it was too late.
Although there are simple medical treatments here, serious injuries like a ruptured neck artery cannot be saved by the medical equipment here. There is no blood bank here, let alone prepared blood bags. Shapke calmly placed the pen filled with blood back on the table, pressing it on top of the pure white paper. There was a sarcastic glint in his eyes, and the disgusting sneer on his face deeply hurt the young officer.
After more than ten seconds, there was a thud, and Shapke's head tightly hugged the table and never came up again. On the table covered with blood, there was a piece of white paper that was particularly dazzling. In addition to some blood stains on the white paper, there was also a pen with blood on it.
The young officer sat down on the chair. He took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. At this moment, he seemed to be unable to hear the sound coming from the loudspeaker. After he smoked about half a cigarette, he couldn't suppress his inner rage anymore. He stood up suddenly and kicked Shapke on the body. The wheelchair slid backwards, some distance away from the table, and the old man fell to the ground.
He turned his face sideways, but his face seemed to still retain the sneer at the moment before he died, and the dim look in his eyes was so hollow that it made people panic.
The young officer beat Shapke's body crazily for a while, then straightened up, simply adjusted his clothes, pushed the door open and walked out.
In about a few seconds, he appeared in the room behind the glass window. He held a pistol in his hand and pulled the trigger without hesitation at Schapke's family. The gunshots, screams, and calls for help spread out, but he didn't care at all, frantically venting the anger and traces of fear in his heart.
What on earth could make this bastard willing to sacrifice his own life and that of his family to keep that damn secret? !
(End of chapter)