Chapter 385 Poison Kicking in
Byron arrived at the dungeon and found the students with explosive collars around their necks, looking utterly desperate.
A cruel smile appeared on his lips, and he asked a nearby guard for a whip.
"Let's give our guests the warmest welcome," he sneered.
Warren and the others were dragged out, their eyes wide with terror.
Byron got to work.
Torture, after all, is an art.
One wrong move, one hit to the wrong spot, and you've got a corpse on your hands.
But Byron was a pro.
He knew exactly how to push them to the edge of agony without tipping them over.
This wasn't just about pain—it was a message for Steven, a bargaining chip for what was to come.
So, it had to be precise. A performance, really. And Byron was the star.
For example, throwing them into iron barrels filled with worms or damp holes full of cockroaches.
From the dungeon below, constant screams echoed, not just from physical torture but also mental anguish.
Byron proudly held up a recording device, capturing the most thrilling moments.
But as he was filming, he suddenly noticed something was wrong.
A student suddenly collapsed to the ground, convulsing at the mouth and foaming heavily.
"Hmm? What's going on?"
These students were important hostages; they couldn't just die like this.
Byron was confident in his methods; they shouldn't be dying.
He stopped what he was doing and went over to check.
After foaming at the mouth, the student suddenly vomited a large amount of bile, and a foul stench emanated from his body.
"This is..."
Byron was too close and was overwhelmed by the stench, quickly stepping back a few paces.
The student lay on the ground, convulsing more violently, his pants soaked, and excrement seeping out.
"Poisoned!"
Byron instantly realized that this student showed typical signs of poisoning and was already in the throes of it.
Given the current medical conditions, there was no way to save him.
The student was still convulsing, and not far away, another student, hands bound and suspended, was retching.
Her face was twisted in pain, trying hard to swallow, not wanting to vomit.
But after smelling the nauseating odor, she couldn't hold back and vomited a large amount of mushy substance.
"How did they get poisoned?" Byron's eyes were full of confusion.
This wasn't food poisoning—this was way more serious. Someone had definitely slipped them something.
Before Byron could piece it together, more students started dropping, their bodies wracked with the same symptoms.
Crap! If these kids all died on his watch, Megan would have his head.
Without wasting another second, he grabbed his communicator and filled Megan in on the mess.
"What? Poisoned?" Megan frowned slightly; these students were still useful to her and couldn't just die. "Can they be saved?"
"It looks unlikely; they are deeply poisoned, and two have already died."
"Give them a stomach wash! Save as many as you can!" Megan ordered.
Byron had no choice but to have someone prepare the materials for a stomach wash.
"Go to the toilet and bring me a few buckets of sewage!"
Soon, several large buckets of foul-smelling sewage were brought to the dungeon.
The students who hadn't yet shown symptoms turned pale.
"No, I don't want it!"
"I'm not poisoned; I don't want to drink this stuff!"
They would rather die than drink sewage!
But they had no say in the matter.
The guards pinned them against the wall, inserted a funnel into their mouths, and poured the sewage straight in!
Warren and the others rolled their eyes, faces full of despair; at this moment, their spirits were broken.
After several buckets of sewage were poured down, the remaining students, though not dead, looked barely better than corpses.
Byron didn't dare continue the torture, fearing he might kill them.
He called the base doctor to examine the students.
When Dr. Ivan Patterson arrived, he couldn't help but pinch his nose and curse.
"What the hell is that stink?"
Even after years in the field, he'd never seen anything like this.
After all, a proper stomach pump uses sterile fluids—not some rancid sewage that's been stewing for God knows how long.
"We were in a tight spot and had to improvise," Byron explained, coughing. "Dr. Patterson, just bear with it and take a look, will ya?"
Ivan looked at Byron standing far away, clearly displeased.
Ivan thought, 'You tell me to bear with it, but you stand so far away!'
But Byron was the second in command at the base, so Ivan had to obey his orders.
Ivan put on several layers of masks and went to examine the students.
When he lifted Warren's eyelids, he shook his head helplessly. "The poisoning is too severe; a stomach wash won't solve it."
Out of professional duty, he still examined each student.
Then he concluded to Byron and said, "They've been poisoned over time—someone's been dosing them. Back in the day, with proper medical care, I might've saved them. But now? There's nothing I can do."
Byron's heart sank.
The people they had captured with great effort were all on the brink of death?
Then what was the point of all their efforts?
And a mystery in his mind began to grow.
Why was Christian's satellite phone found in their house?
Clearly, they didn't have the capability to kill Christian's team.
Could it be that someone wanted to kill them but couldn't do it directly, so they used us?
Byron's eyes narrowed. "Shit, we've been played!"
He rushed to find Megan and laid out his suspicions. "These people were poisoned over time and planted in Cox Town, with Christian's satellite phone as bait to reel us in. There's someone else behind it!"
Megan's gaze turned razor-sharp. "But why? Using a bunch of poisoned nobodies to screw with us? It doesn't even touch us. Unless… Steven's own crew wanted these kids dead but couldn't get their hands dirty?"
Byron adjusted his glasses. "Either way, they won't make it past tomorrow. We thought we could use them to pressure Steven and get some leverage. Now? That's off the table."
Megan and Byron had no clue Steven's plan wasn't about them—they were just pawns in his game.
But Megan, ever practical, said, "While they're still breathing, get a video and send it to Steven. If he didn't poison them, let's cash in on this mess while we still can."
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