Chapter 893 Torture for Confession
The crew went dead quiet for a sec before Maximilian broke the silence.
Maximilian piped up, "Martin, you and Randy hang back and look after Charles! I'm gonna head out, check the surveillance tapes, and grill that assassin. No way we're getting nothing outta him. This whole thing's fishy; someone's pulling strings behind the scenes to get at Charles. We gotta nail the real mastermind. Otherwise, it's like sitting on a ticking time bomb."
Martin jumped in, "I'll roll with you."
Maximilian hesitated, "But is it cool to leave here?"
Martin shot back, "Trevor's already in the bag, so we shouldn't expect more trouble for now. Randy can hold the fort solo. He'll holler if anything goes down."
Martin paused and added, "Plus, I'm better at squeezing info outta people than you are."
Maximilian often talked a big game but couldn't always follow through. Martin, though, had been through the wringer with Patricia and knew how to handle interrogations.
When it came to getting tough, Martin didn't flinch.
Maximilian mulled it over and figured Martin had a point.
Besides, this was a Langley family mess, and they were best suited to clean it up. So Maximilian nodded and said, "Alright, let's do it."
After hashing out their plan, Martin clapped Wyatt on the shoulder.
Martin said, "Wyatt, thanks for having our backs today! Go home and catch some Z's. Tomorrow morning, you gotta step up at the company for Charles!"
Wyatt replied respectfully, "No problem. It's my job."
Martin felt good knowing Charles had such a loyal right-hand man.
In the end, Randy stayed in the room while Wyatt left with Martin and Maximilian.
Randy plopped down in the chair where Hannah had been sitting.
He looked at the still-out-cold Charles, then craned his neck to check on Hannah, who was drugged and snoozing, and let out a deep sigh.
The Langley family had finally had some peace for over a decade, only for it to get wrecked again.
Randy couldn't help but grab Charles's hand, saying sadly, "Charles, you gotta wake up. We're all waiting for you! Hannah's waiting for you too. After this mess, I can tell she really digs you. Don't let her down. Since Violet vanished, it's been seven years. I know how rough these seven years have been for you! I'm stoked you can like Hannah again. Even though my own marriage is on the rocks, I still hope you two can find happiness. Charles, wake up soon! We all miss you."
Maybe hearing his words, Charles's other hand, the one not held by Randy, twitched a bit.
Meanwhile, on the flip side, Trevor got hauled by bodyguards to the Reed family's crib in the burbs. To keep him from bolting, they tied him up and tossed him in the basement.
When Maximilian and Martin rolled in, they saw him sprawled out on the ground, eyes shut, snoozing.
Maximilian couldn't help but feel a wave of rage.
They'd been tormented by this guy for days and nights without a decent night's sleep, and here he was, already caught and locked up, still able to catch some Z's.
Maximilian, fuming, grabbed a bucket of cold water nearby and dumped it on him.
Normally, getting doused with a bucket of cold water while sleeping would jolt anyone awake, maybe even make them scream in fear.
But Trevor didn't budge, still keeping his eyes shut.
Maximilian realized he wasn't actually asleep; he was just faking it to mess with them.
This was straight-up provocation.
Maximilian was so mad he was shaking. In all his years, he'd never been this pissed.
Trevor, like he could sense how pissed off Maximilian was, didn't even bother to open his eyes and said all chill, "Don't waste your breath. Even if you off me, I ain't talking. Keeping a client's secrets is rule number one for us hitmen."
Maximilian was so mad he couldn't even get words out, just pointing at Trevor with a shaky hand, his voice trembling as he spoke to Martin, "Look at this guy, so damn cocky. Never in my life have I seen someone this arrogant in front of me."
Yeah, Maximilian was fuming. But he also felt kinda stuck.
Martin, on the other hand, wasn't as heated. He just whipped out a military knife from his pocket and, without a word, sliced through Trevor's tendons.
He moved fast, ruthless, and precise, no hesitation at all.
Trevor didn't see it coming, and his gut-wrenching scream filled the room, sweat instantly drenching his face.
His eyes, which had been shut, flew open. His face twisted in agony, his eyeballs practically popping out.
If he hadn't been tied up, he'd probably be rolling on the ground, clutching his severed tendons.
Maximilian was also taken aback by Martin's sudden move.
He always knew Martin was decisive, but he didn't realize he was *this* decisive.
Martin didn't hold back one bit!
Martin squatted down, looking at Trevor with disdain, his face stone-cold, "I don't have time to play games with you! You can choose not to talk, and I can choose how you die. I can make you disappear quietly, and no one in the police department would dare to step in."
Trevor gritted his teeth, veins bulging from the pain, but still stubborn.
Trevor said, "Even if you kill me, I won't talk. If I die, I die! Living is just doing jobs every day; dying would be a relief."
Martin hadn't expected a lowly assassin to be so tight-lipped even now. Guys like Trevor, who worked for cash, had no morals.
Martin asked, "How much did your employer pay you? I'll double it!"
Trevor just sneered, his face full of mockery.
Martin raised an eyebrow, anger slowly filling his eyes.
Without a second thought, he picked up the military knife again, and with a flash of silver, another scream echoed through the basement.
Martin severed more of Trevor's tendons.
Bright red, warm blood splattered onto Maximilian's face. He shuddered, his legs going weak as he instinctively took two steps back.
Charles was still lying in the hospital bed, with no clue when he'd wake up.
Martin had no patience to waste, so he handed the military knife to the bodyguard next to him, "Start slicing him up, piece by piece."
At these words, both Maximilian and the bodyguard were stunned.
The bodyguard hesitated as he took the knife from Martin, unsure if he was just trying to scare Trevor or if he was dead serious.
Maximilian grabbed his arm, "Martin, are you for real?"
Martin looked at him coldly, exuding a strong aura of hostility and murderous intent, "I don't bluff!"
Maximilian was speechless.
Martin said, "Since he doesn't want to talk, no point wasting time! Isn't he all about his professional ethics? Doesn't he think his life is worthless? Then let's grant his wish. There were plenty of tortures back in the day; I think the punishment of a thousand cuts is perfect for him. While he's conscious, he can watch his flesh get sliced off bit by bit. There was once a guy who got falsely accused and was executed with 3,600 cuts. Skilled executioners made sure he didn't die before the 3,600 cuts. I'll be kind; I don't need to cut him 3,600 times, just enough for him to see his bones."
Maximilian was speechless.
Trevor was speechless.
The bodyguard stayed silent.
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