Alberto should have known very well that Christian was trained by him.
As long as he was not willing to talk, there was absolutely no one, and no way to get him to talk.
Besides that, there were plenty of ways to end his life. If he had really wanted to, there were thousands of ways to do it.
Christian tilted his head back to keep the tears from rolling down his face, he looked at the sun in the sky.
The sun was dazzling and bright.
But his mood felt dark and had fallen to its depths. It felt awful and hurt even more when the person you valued the most betrayed you.
"Christian, is this the organization you're prepared to protect, subjecting yourself to torture and interrogation?" asked Michael.
Michael looked at Christian's painful expression and said calmly, "While you were thinking about how to protect them with your life, they were thinking about how to kill you to silence you."
