Lucas, who heard what Alesia said, thinks that he should step in and find the evidence for the case that they are working on himself.
"Send me the address. I'll go and get his testimony." Lucas said.
Alesia can't believe what she heard. Lucas will go by himself? She won't let that happen.
"You are going to go meet the witness? Are you insane for leaving the work you have here? " The director shouted at Lucas. "You can't go."
Lucas only ignored his boss and chose to just go. Alesia followed him and went into the elevator.
Why don't you just ask someone to go instead? Why does it have to be you? " Alesia asked him, curious.
"Nope, I'm going by myself," Lucas replied.
But... Lucas...
"You don't have a say in this."
He has already made up his mind; he will be going to California to get the testimony.
When he gets home, Lucas starts to prepare the things he needs. So that he can go, he also prepares a few files.
The United States of America, California.
A middle-aged man is sitting relaxedly while smoking his cigarette. Not far from him, a man whose head is covered with a black cloth can be seen. His hands are tied and his clothes are full of holes. Bruises can be seen all over his body.
Charles Zuro became the owner of the organization after his father died. At the age of 45, he is known for being ruthless when killing enemies that dare put his organization in danger.
He looks coldly at the man in front of him. A few people were surrounding him. Two bodyguards are standing beside him. Even though he is a mafia boss, he still needs bodyguards.
"Do you know what mistake you made?" He asked coldly.
The silent treatment by the man he asked made him angry. "Make him talk," Charles ordered. In one instance, one of his men kicked the poor man in his stomach, making him fall backward.
"Tell me your mistake," Charles asked again.
This time, he raised his tone by an octave, making a few immediately lower their heads. Even though he has been tortured, the man still won't open his mouth and talk, making Charles furious.
"Just break his hands." The man ordered
That's what Charles said must be done, and that's what happened. Screams echoed around the room as the bodyguards stood up and began to break their hands.The sound of a hand breaking and screams echoed around the 33 meter room.
Click!
The door opened, showing a young, 28-year-old man who had black hair and ocean blue eyes. It has a tall stature, complemented by a handsome face that will attract women after seeing it. Claude Nathan: He is one of the few people Charles trusts to run the organization.
Behind Nathan stood a woman who works for him. The woman was Nathan's assistant, who had been trained to deal with any situation, as is proven by the weapon in her hand.
Nathan glanced at the man who had just been tortured.
"Is that the person?" Nathan asked, walking closer to the man.
To see whether the man they caught was the correct person, Nathan checked by crouching down right in front of the man. He took the cloth off the man's head, showing the many bruises he had on his face.
A smile can be seen on Nathan's thin lips.
"He is," Nathan said. Selling information about our organization to the police and FBI, stealing drugs for personal consumption, and killing children in public places are all examples of selling information about us to the police and FBI.You violated so many rules. " Nathan explained, reminding the man of the mistakes he had made. "Break his hands again," Nathan commanded while getting up.
Crack!
The sound of an arm breaking can be heard again, accompanied by a fairly long scream. The pain, which had been so intense after having both arms broken a few minutes ago, is now exacerbated by the continuous torture.
The guilt of betraying the organization now crossed his mind, but it's too late to regret it now. It is useless, "he regretted what had happened. However, regretting now won't help. It would not change the minds of the two men in front of him.
"Please. Don't kill me. " He said
The request to ask them to not kill him instantly crossed his mind. His lips uttered a request to be released from the suffering he was going through.
"Are you begging us? Tsk! How funny. I'm not a shadow who will give mercy. I hate negotiating with a traitor. You shouldn't have disobeyed the organization's rules. " Charles said while sipping his cigarette and exhaling the smoke that had filled his mouth.
"I won't do it again."
However, Charles is not a man who can be negotiated with. Once you betray him, you will not be forgiven by him. Charles' hand suddenly pulled the trigger and shot him on his shoulder.
The moans of pain grew louder and louder. The pain of getting his bones broken hasn't gone away, and now his thigh and shoulder are pierced by bullets. Charles shot the man straight away.
"From the first time you joined the organization, we told you the rules. Any traitor would not be pardoned. You are here to receive the consequences of your actions, no forgiveness or second chances will be given" Charles said.
Everyone in the room stared coldly. Their faces did not show sympathy for the man. They don't even want to help him.
Feeling that the punishment he had given was not enough, Charles began to pull out a knife from his coat's pocket. He fiddled with the knife, glistening in the light. The man was so frightened because he knew how Charles would torture him.
The look on Charles' face scared him. The demon who transformed into a human was the image of Charles in his mind. Step by step, Charles walked closer towards him.
Please, please forgive me. I won't do it again, "he said. He sincerely begged that the cold man would forgive him. Even though he knew that it was impossible, he still tried.
His body trembled when Charles crouched right in front of him, revealing such a sharp knife. Charles slashed the man's skin gently, and another groan could be heard.
Inch after inch, Charles skinned the man's skin, mercilessly and cruelly. Could he be the incarnation of a demon in this world? How could he do something so cruel, skinning a human-like being when he is an animal?
"Arrrggghhhh…."
A long scream rang out, an incomparable howl of pain was heard. The fishy smell of blood wafted. Charles tasted the blood with the tip of his tongue.
"Tch, it tastes disgusting," said Charles.
Sreettttt
The knife now began to slash through his neck, then stabbed the inside of the man's throat. "Get rid of him the usual way. Put him in acid and burn his bones so they don't remain, "said Charles as he walked out of the room.
The room is called a The Execution Room