Go back in time and be a chaebol

Chapter 605

The bustling streets were dyed red by dazzling neon lights, with cars and pedestrians coming and going. The piercing whistles and people's noises showed people the lively nightlife of the city.

From a roadside tavern, a middle-aged man in a suit walked out. After greeting an acquaintance, he quietly disappeared into the crowd. Although he looked slightly drunk, he walked in a hurry and did not seem to be affected by the drink.

The man who was walking in a hurry never noticed that not far behind him, a figure kept a distance and followed him silently.

On both sides of the street, neon lights flash and pedestrians stream in, forming a flowing urban picture. However, in this seemingly ordinary street, there is an unknown undercurrent hidden.

Just as the man was about to turn into an alley, the man following him finally quickened his pace and followed him. The moment he passed by, he struck out like lightning and grabbed the man's arm.

The startled man instinctively tried to break free, but was restrained by the opponent's astonishing force and unable to move.

"Don't move!"

A deep voice sounded in his ears, and the man looked up, only to see an expressionless face come into view. The hard object against his waist made his heart tighten and he said.

"The wallet is in my arms."

The basement was silent except for the deep, measured breathing; the man tied to the wooden chair in front of the table was breathing harshly. It was impossible to see clearly how big the cellar was, or what color the walls were. There was only a single light shining on the chairs and the prisoners in the whole place. This is a desk lamp usually used for reading, but the power and brightness of the bulb are very high, shining directly on the chair.

The cowhide ties tied his two calves tightly to the chair legs. The front and rear legs of the chair are fixed to the ground with steel brackets. The chair has armrests, and the prisoner's wrists are also tightly tied to the armrests with cowhide ties. Another strap went around his waist, and yet another strap went around his hairy chest, each strap soaked with sweat.

The light from the desk lamp was so bright that the rest of the basement was dark in comparison. The shoulders and bodies of the men sitting side by side behind the table were invisible to the prisoner. The only way he could see the interrogator was to leave his seat, but this was impossible for the prisoner.

……

But the other person's cold eyes reminded him that this person was not robbing him. With a sinking heart, the man realized that he might have fallen into some unknown crisis. ,

In addition to a few hands on the table, there is also a box. There are several pressure gauges in the box, and a small handle wrapped in bakelite protrudes from the middle. This is an electric door switch. The person sitting on the left side of the table holds the handle with one right hand.

The pedestrians on the street seemed not to see all this and continued to chat and walk.

At this moment, a black car parked quietly on the side of the road. The car door opened, and several tall men quickly got out of the car and stuffed him into the car quickly. The whole process only took a few seconds, and before the crowd around him could react, the car had already started its engine and sped away.

Part of the light shines on the mottled wooden table, and you can see several hands or wrists here, and only a few fingers there, as well as a cigarette held between the fingers, with wisps of green smoke rising slowly.

Behind the interrogator, in the corner in front of the back wall of the basement, there was a man sitting at a wooden table, facing the wall, with a tape recorder in front of him. A small green light was on, although the reel of the tape recorder was not moving.

Apart from the sound of breathing, the basement was very silent. Everyone had their sleeves rolled up and their clothes were soaked with sweat. The smell in the basement was almost suffocating, full of sweat, rust, mold, tobacco, and all kinds of people's stench. The latter alone is enough to disgust even the strongest of people, not to mention the torment of fear and pain.

The one sitting in the middle finally spoke, his tone was civilized, kind and a little bit deceptive. "Listen, my poor Victor, you must tell us. Although you may not say it now, you will definitely tell it eventually. We know you are a brave man, and we admire you, but you can't do it anymore. How long have you supported it? In that case, why didn't you tell us? We all know this, don't we? What will make you less miserable now? You will tell it in the end. Victor, no. A person can endure to the end, so why don’t you say it now? After you say it, you can lie in bed and rest, and no one will bother you anymore..."

The man in the chair raised his scarred face toward the light, his face glistening with sweat. His eyes were closed. The face paused for a moment facing the table and the darkness before it, its mouth opening as if to speak. A small pile of vomit poured out of his mouth, dripping on his chest, and flowed into a puddle of vomit on the ground, and his head drooped again. At the same time, a fluffy mess of hair shook back and forth, which seemed to be an answer.

The voice from behind the desk started again.

"Victor, listen to me, you are a tough guy. We all know that you have broken our record here. But even so, you can't persist, but we can persist. If necessary, We can keep you alive for one day, two days, one week and two weeks. So why don't you say it? This is the age of science. There are medicines. Now the third stage is over. It's better than this. There won't be any more. So why don't you tell? We know what you're thinking, and we know what physical torture feels like, and these little clamps... you know they're going to keep telling you. Us, what is your purpose? Where are you being instructed?”

The man's head was drooped on his chest, shaking from side to side. It was as if his closed eyes were inspecting the small pliers clamped on his body, and the jagged teeth of the pliers clamped his body tightly.

"I, I did it because of justice. Anyone with a sense of justice would do that... This is for justice, to get the justice that belongs to us!"

His answer made the hand on the wooden table move. He waved his finger downward, a sign that everyone understood to be "begin." Then, the current is turned on.

In an instant, the huge body in the chair seemed to be pushed by an invisible hand from behind. It seemed to be floating, and its legs and wrists were squeezing the belt and expanding outward until the leather padding was tightly embedded. Into the flesh and into the bones. The eyes, which were medically impossible to see clearly due to the swollen surrounding muscles—no matter what the medical phenomenon was now—bulged outwards and stared at the ceiling above. His mouth opened as if he were surprised, and then a ghostly scream came from his lungs. After calling once, the calls continued one after another...

Victor Korowski couldn't hold on any longer at 3:15 pm the next day. The tape recorder remains on.

He started talking, a little incoherently, sobbing and screaming. The man sitting in the middle asked questions one by one in a calm voice and in very clear language:

"Which organization do you belong to..."

"Who are your companions here..."

After almost an hour, Victor stopped talking, and his last gibberish was recorded as he fell into coma again, until he stopped speaking.

The voice behind the desk continued, becoming more subdued, for several minutes until there were no more answers. Then the man in the middle gave his subordinate an order, and the interrogation was over.

The tape was taken off the plate and sent quickly from the basement on an express train. Soon the corresponding confession document appeared in the office of the director of the Security Bureau. Facing the confession, Ding En's brows furrowed and he realized Yes, for Nanyang, this matter may be more serious than imagined.

"Director, what should we do now?"

Facing the inquiry from his subordinates, Ding En said without thinking.

"Arrest them! Let them know that this is definitely not their living room, and it is not a place where they can come whenever they want. If anyone resists arrest, they will be shot to death!"

(End of this chapter)