It's Love That Blinds Him
It’s Love That Blinds Him – Chapter 34

The atmosphere in the large meeting room was depressing to say the least. Malcolm was tapping his fingers on the table, sitting cross-legged, silently casting attentive glances at everyone. Everywhere he looked, the air froze. Everyone who dared to look him in the eyes froze in fear. The horrible, joyless aura that surrounds him could easily inspire terror in those near him.

Each person present in the meeting room gave a quick update on the current situation and the consequences of the incident. As soon as one of them finished his report, he would steal a glance at Malcolm. Malcolm remained still, his fingers moving occasionally as he stared at the table.

“Malcolm…” Enoch called his attention in a low voice.

He found it odd that, even after such a disaster at the factory, Malcolm retained a disinterested expression on his face. Although Malcolm remained calm, his thoughts wandered far away. Only his piercing gaze revealed that those who betrayed him would have to pay with their lives.

“Enoch, is the new batch of weapons ready yet? » Malcolm finally opened his mouth.

” What? Even with our current inventory, we will not be able to meet John’s needs. Furthermore, due to the current international situation, it is impossible to transport weapons to Egypt in time,” Enoch explained, his eyes wide with confusion.

Malcolm raised an eyebrow at Enoch, but he didn’t say anything. In truth, Malcolm had full confidence in Enoch. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have let him make this deal in the Middle East. Since Enoch made it clear that they could not carry out the order under the current circumstances, this meant that the situation was dire.

“Then we have no choice but to fight back,” Malcolm said coldly.

” What? Malcolm… John is a regular. If we do this, we will face unnecessary backlash. » Enoch stood up and paced around the meeting room with a frown. The tone of his voice suggested that he did not agree with Malcolm’s idea.

“Do you really think we can make long-term friends in this business? We will not be able to meet John’s needs due to our current situation. Do you think he will compromise? Don’t forget that the merchandise disappeared right under our noses in broad daylight. Why do you think John had no reaction when he heard the news? » Malcolm tilted his head waiting for Enoch’s response.

Enoch turned to look at Malcolm then nodded. Malcolm always knew how to make the wisest choices in the most chaotic situations. Even in the most difficult situations, he possessed an astonishing ability to think clearly.

” Damn it! That old fox! I also found it odd that he didn’t have a reaction,” Byron grumbled angrily.

“Malcolm, are you trying to say that John colluded with someone else to double-cross us? If so, not only will he have gotten a free shipment of weapons, but he will also be able to blackmail us for not honoring the deal. But what motive would the person who collaborates with John have to oppose us? Does he just want money? » Although the problem they were facing was already a challenge, it appears that the situation has evolved into something considerably more serious.

“We have a spy among us and I’m sure he’s very loyal to his boss.” As are our employees, who are absolutely loyal to us,” Malcolm said calmly. A gleam flashed in his eyes as he moved his gaze across the room, but he quickly returned to his placid demeanor.

” Are you sure? Who could it possibly be? Malcolm, does that mean someone’s trying to ruin our name in the business? This person could be using John with the intention of harming us, right? “, Enoch remarked.

“I’m sure the motivation of whoever works with John isn’t that simple,” Malcolm replied quietly, his gaze fixed on some distant place.

“Do you have any idea who that is?” Enoch asked, but he quickly realized how stupid his question was. “If Malcolm knew, we wouldn’t be wasting our time here.” We would have already met him. » Enoch racked his brain trying to understand what was going through Malcolm’s mind.

Malcolm was lost in thought. He was too immersed in his deliberations to pay attention to Enoch. Suddenly, the meeting room became silent.

“Let’s go to the basement,” Malcolm said suddenly.

Getting up, he waved at the others and walked out. The people in the meeting room exchanged puzzled glances before following him. As Enoch observed Malcolm’s missing figure, he became more and more perplexed. After all, they were in a terribly difficult situation, and Malcolm was telling them to go to the basement. Besides, there was nothing special in the basement other than condemned prisoners and the training ground. But what was Malcolm up to?

The sound of Malcolm’s leather shoes hitting the floor caught the guard’s attention. The guard greeted Malcolm as soon as he saw him before swiping a keycard and opening the entrance to the basement. From floor to ceiling there were iron bars, and behind the bars were the condemned captives.

The convicts were not people who had committed crimes punishable by death in ordinary society. Instead, they were gang traitors or spies. They were subjected to brutal and merciless forms of torture aimed at uncovering the mastermind of their betrayal. In the end, all they could do was look forward to their eventual death. For the rest of their lives, anyone transported to the basement will never see the light of day or the outside world.

Outside the interrogation room, Malcolm stood and looked at the large screen on the wall, which displayed video footage of what was happening inside. Gesturing with his eyes at Kaleb, the man walked over and turned on the speakers. Malcolm pulled up a chair and sat watching the screen intently with keen interest.

It was almost impossible to extract useful information from condemned prisoners. They had to resort to special methods to deal with them. When the interrogator began to speak, the prisoner had a look of fearlessness and contempt. The interrogator was not fazed by the prisoner’s contempt, opting for all cruel techniques without hesitation.

The moment the interrogator snapped his fingers, the prisoner’s seat suddenly rose. Handcuffs had been placed around the prisoner’s hands and feet, preventing him from moving an inch. A man in camouflage stuffed a rag into the prisoner’s mouth and injected a drug into his cheek. This was to ensure that the prisoner could not attempt suicide. At the same time, the injection made the prisoner more alert, and he was able to feel the enormous physical agony without passing out during the torture.

From time to time, the interrogator pressed a button on the side of the table. The prisoner seemed to be able to handle the pain at first, but the sound of his agonized screams soon caused the walls of this place to shake. Unfortunately, all he could do was cry in pain. He wouldn’t die from the electric shocks coursing through his body, but the electric shocks were powerful enough to inflict severe pain everywhere. The undulation of the prisoner’s chest was an indication of how fast his heart was beating.

Soon the interrogator seemed tired of playing and he stopped pressing the button. The prisoner gasped for a brief moment. The man in camouflage, however, moved forward at the interrogator’s signal before he could even regain his senses. In his hand he carried a plate that contained several needles of different sizes on a piece of black cloth. When the prisoner’s eyelids opened, he uttered a desperate m**n and thrashed wildly, tossing his head and begging for the torment to stop.

The interrogator stood up and gestured to a man in a lab coat. One by one, the man in the lab coat took the needles and jabbed the prisoner in the areas where he was most likely to bleed. When he finished, the prisoner’s upper body was almost completely covered in needles. Except for his head, the unfortunate prisoner could not move any part of his upper body, and a brief glance into his bloodshot eyes revealed that he was praying for death.

As he thought he was taking his last breath, several men in camouflage rushed towards him. The way they quickly removed all the needles from his body suggested they were quite familiar with the process. B***d gushed out, almost immediately soaking the prisoner’s entire body. Drops of b***d fell to the floor and splattered on the wall. Unfortunately, death was not a luxury the prisoner could afford. He was destined to suffer and endure this barbaric treatment helplessly, with no way to stop it. He didn’t know where to start, even if he wanted to stop the bleeding, because he had so many holes on his body.

The man next to the interrogator made a simple gesture, and the tape covering the prisoner’s mouth was quickly removed, and another instrument was quickly placed inside. This instrument was designed to ensure that he could not attempt suicide, but would at least be able to communicate.

“Are you going to talk now? » The interrogator’s voice was calm and cold, as if he were the devil himself.

He saw the resistance, fear, and hesitation in the prisoner’s eyes. In fact, people’s minds are not as strong as they imagine. No matter how strong a person’s will, if they are subjected to the fear of death and the possibility of finding hope in life is taken away, their will will eventually collapse.

The prisoner shook his head desperately. With a simple nod from the interrogator, the man in the lab coat immediately bandaged the prisoner’s bleeding points with hemostatic gauze and fled to the side. As the interrogator moved closer to listen to what the prisoner had to say, an angry look crossed his eyes. The moment the interrogator gave him a fierce look, the prisoner’s eyes widened in fear again.

“Lying won’t save you from suffering. It seems you’re not as smart as I thought. » The interrogator’s voice was cold and merciless.

As soon as he finished speaking, the gauze that was stopping the bleeding was torn away almost instantly. B***d flowed from the prisoner’s wounds, running down his body. With a wave of the interrogator’s hand, the man in camouflage stepped forward with a blade and cut open the flesh on his back, causing b***d to flow profusely onto the ground. Eventually the prisoner lost consciousness from shock and excessive b***d loss.

“Take him and treat his wounds.” We will continue tomorrow,” the interrogator ordered coldly.

When a person, on the brink of death, is able to see the hope of life again, their will to survive becomes stronger than ever. If the interrogator fails to obtain information tomorrow, the prisoner will be allowed to have one final trial.

In truth, the interrogator had a lot of respect for a person who could be loyal to his employer even when faced with great suffering. The fact that he could still be loyal to his employer without worrying about his own life was commendable. However, tomorrow’s torture session will not be as peaceful as today’s. The interrogator shook his head as he watched the prisoner being taken away, unsure if he would be able to handle what awaited him tomorrow. A devilish smile appeared on his contemplative expression for a moment as he sat there.