Chapter 198 Can't Hold On Anymore
Alexander yanked up the blanket and teased Emily, "Why are you always around every time we get cozy?"
"Maybe I'm just here to witness your love," Emily said, carrying a basket of fruit into the room. "Heard you got hurt again. I'm here on behalf of the masses to check on you."
"Perfect timing. I got some food. Join us," Andrew called out.
"Where've you been? Haven't seen you for a while," Emily asked, placing the fruit on the table.
"Busy with some United Government stuff. The team's had some changes, so I've been giving advice all over," Andrew replied, pulling out the bedside table and setting it next to the hospital bed.
Emily scoffed, tying up her hair casually, and asked Alexander, "Hey, feeling any better?"
"The injury's on my leg, nothing serious," Alexander said, feeling comfortable enough with Emily to ask, "So, how's that news case going?"
"The case is on hold for now," Emily sighed, looking a bit helpless. "I've been working day and night, but I didn't dare to take the money, and people are even after me. But the higher-ups just stopped the news for no reason. I don't even know what I'm holding on for."
"Did the leadership compromise?" Alexander asked.
"I don't know," Emily replied, waving her hand dismissively. "Let's not talk about it. If we keep talking, I'll really become a pathetic woman."
Alexander paused for a moment and advised, "Stay calm. I think there's still a way for your case."
Emily blinked her big eyes. "Did you hear anything?"
"Not really, just a feeling."
"What kind of feeling?"
"If Adam can't hold on, the news will have to be released," Alexander responded bluntly.
Emily was stunned. "So after all this, aren't the media still scapegoats?"
"The fact that you can say that shows you're maturing," Andrew chimed in cheekily.
"Alright, stop teasing her. She's had a tough time lately," Alexander quickly intervened, waving his hand. "Come on, help me up. I want to eat."
"I'll do it," Emily said, seeing Andrew setting up the takeout on the table. She took off her coat and used both hands to help Alexander up, picking up a pillow and placing it behind his back. "Lean against the headboard; it'll be easier..."
As Alexander looked up, his forehead accidentally bumped into Emily's chest. "Hey, buddy, that's out of bounds!"
Emily looked down, stunned, and then slapped him, "You jerk! I'll kill you..."
In the basement on Main Street, the clanging of metal echoed as two young men opened the iron door.
Rodolfo, who hadn't been seen for three days, immediately looked up, his eyes bloodshot, staring at the doorway.
The two young men walked in without speaking to Rodolfo. They took a syringe from an aluminum box, rolled up his sleeve, and forcibly injected him.
Rodolfo struggled desperately, his eyes bulging as he shouted, "What are you doing to me? What did you inject me with? Is Adam a woman? I killed his son, but he still doesn't dare to kill me? Huh?"
The two men ignored Rodolfo, skillfully injecting the substance into his vein before turning and leaving.
"Let Adam come in. I want to talk to him. Let him in..." Rodolfo shouted towards the door, his voice filled with extreme repression and fear.
The iron door closed, and the room returned to silence.
Rodolfo hung his head, sweat dripping from his temples. His face was blank, eyes vacant. He hadn't slept in days, and his heart ached. His mind was so scrambled that he started visualizing, little floating lights dancing before his eyes.
In the monitoring room, William's eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep, but he stayed patient, sitting in a chair, smoking a cigarette, looking relaxed.
"William, will this work?" the young guy at the computer turned and asked, "I think we should just send a couple of guys in there, use some methods, maybe nail his hands to something. If one nail doesn't work, use two. I don't believe anyone can withstand that."
"These criminals are different from regular folks. They live day-to-day, not afraid of getting shot. Do you think nailing them will definitely work?" William replied, crossing his legs. "When I was training in Stardust City, a teacher told me that physical collapse can only make someone temporarily submit. Once the pain is gone, that temporary submission ends. So if you want a strong-willed criminal to fully cooperate, the best way is to break their spirit."
"Is that really true?"
"Of course," William nodded without hesitation.
"So what did we inject him with just now?" the young guy asked curiously.
"Just regular glucose," William replied with a smile. "It's too dry in there, and he hasn't had any food or water. I'm afraid he won't stand."
"Really? Just glucose?" the young guy was surprised.
"He won't think it's glucose," William said, taking a drag on his cigarette. "He's about to spill the beans."
In the pitch-black room, Rodolfo bent over, clutching his chest like it was about to explode, his eyes bulging as he shouted, "What did you inject me with? Let Adam come in. I want to talk to him..."
No response from outside.
Rodolfo kept shaking his head, constantly feeling like someone was passing by the door. He could even hear footsteps clearly. But in reality, the iron door had no transparent parts, and there was no one in the hallway watching him.
Three days might pass in a blur for an ordinary person, but in such a confined, dark space with no sense of time, it was an incredibly lonely and long ordeal. Rodolfo couldn't sleep, had no food or water, and both mentally and physically, he was at his breaking point.
At this critical moment, two more people came in and injected him with an unknown substance, causing Rodolfo to completely break down. He kept thinking, suggesting to himself, that they might have injected him with drugs, or some kind of psychoactive substance? Or were they just trying to kill him, torturing him on purpose?
Rodolfo's mind began to spiral, his will slowly crumbling.
In the dead of night, Rodolfo couldn't hold on any longer. He broke down in tears, snot and tears streaming down his face as he cried out, "Just kill me, kill me!"
The door opened, and William stepped in, speaking softly, "Do you want to talk with me?"
Rodolfo looked up sharply, squinting against the light from the doorway. His repressed heart suddenly felt a glimmer of hope at the sight of light and a person.
"Tell me what I want to know, and I'll let you sleep and give you food," William said, standing against the light, his voice steady.
"I... I'll talk... I'll talk..." Rodolfo hesitated for a long time before responding, his eyes vacant.
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