Splash!
Drenched in cold water Smith was jolted awake, his eyes were blurry, and he felt like his head was filled with lead.
Shaking his dizzy head awake, he took note of his surroundings.
Looking closer at the human silllote in front of him he widened his eyes.
Remembering what happened just before he fainted, he was frightened.
This was the scary monster in human skin that massacred his whole convey a while ago.
Remembering the cruelty he had shown in his actions, Smith was sure he wasn't getting out of there alive.
Thinking of this, Smith slumped on his back in despair.
John had been sizing up Smith after pouring a whole bucket of water on him.
Looking at various changing expressions of confusion, fear, contemplation, and finally despair on his face, John found it interesting.
"Looking at your expression, it looks like you know your situation well" John spoke to him after a brief silence.
"Yeah, I am not leaving here alive, right?" He spoke with despair in his voice, with a tinge of hope mixed in.
Although he knew it was impossible, Smith still wanted to hear from this scary monster that his inference was wrong.
But to his despair, John replied with a bright smile "You're right"
"But there are different ways of death, for example, if you cooperate then I will let you die with one quick snap of your neck, and if you don't cooperate well-" saying that John looked left and right.
Finding a steel rod leaning against a wall, John picked it up and squeezed it.
Crunch
Steel solid rod was deformed by him with bare hands, looking at the shivering Smith in the eyes, John completed the remaining sentence " I don't think your bones are harder than this rod, Right?"
Smith replied stuttering " Ri, right, you are right"
Looking at Smith, John asked while twirling the deformed rod between his fingers "So what is your answer, will you cooperate or should I start breaking your bones?"
"Cooperate, Sir, I will do everything you want me to do" Smith spoke in a desperate voice.
"Very well, I want to know why you ordered the massacre of the Panjra gang in Mexico, six years ago," John asked while paying attention to his facial features and heartbeat.
He noticed that as soon as he asked the question, Smith's heartbeat speeded up a bit, now it was confirmed.
John wasn't sure that his parent's death was related to the man in front of him at first, now looking at his reaction he was sure that Smith had direct or indirect involvement in this matter.
At this time Smith looked at John with a complicated expression and asked "Are you Marcus's son?"
John was shocked, Marcus was his father's name, but he wasn't shocked because his identity was so easily picked, when he asked such a direct question related to his father's gang he was ready for exposure, anyway, he wasn't going to leave Smith alive after their this little QnA session.
He was shocked by the familiarity with which Smith called his father's name, it was as if they were close friends.
Looking at John's expression, Smith knew he guessed it right, then he sighed slightly and spoke in a low voice:
"Marcus and I have known each other for 30 years, he was working as a DEA informant in Mexico and I was his contact person. When you were born he was afraid that his work would implicate you, so he quit being an informant, the last case he was working on involved information about major Mexican and Colombian drug supply channels."
Talking here Smith didn't continue, as if the following part was an unbearable shame for him.
Looking at fidgety Smith, John asked in a condensed tone "Then what?"
Looking at towering John in front of him, Smith coughed dryly "I needed that information, but he refused to hand it over, it turns out he, he found out that, I was, I was-"
Looking at stuttering Smith, John helped him complete the sentence, "He found out that you are a shameless villain who was using his information to complete drug deals and earn money, instead of cracking down on them as your position requires, Right?"
John spoke sarcastically
Smith bit his head and replied with difficulty "Ye- yes"
Looking at Smith, John spoke in a tone that can be said to be as cold as ice "And then? Speak in one breath, don't stutter or I can't help but pinch your head off"
Listening to the cold voice above him, Smith shrank his neck and spoke quickly "I used all methods to get that information from Marcus, I begged him, tried to use money and even threatened him but he wouldn't budge, last I had no choice"
"You had no choice for what?" John asked, his tone seething with anger.
John had already connected the dots of the whole matter, this matter was crystal clear to him now, but he wanted this disgusting creature to admit his crime with his mouth.
Looking at John pressurizing him to reveal the whole matter step by step, Smith's spirit collapsed, he roared hysterically "I had no choice to kill him, I killed him"
Looking at the hysterical Smith in front of him, John was already tired of him, John lifted him by his neck, and looking into those fearful and regretful eyes he crushed his neck in one quick squeeze.
John didn't bother torturing him, there was no need, he didn't get any pleasure from it, instead, he would dirty his hands.
Learning the whole picture of his parent's death he was a little depressed, first, he didn't expect his father to be undercover in Mexico, secondly, his father died for stupid righteousness and justice, and although he respects it, he didn't agree with it, in his heart one's life is above everything else.
If you don't have the strength to back your beliefs and you still insist on them when your life is on the line, he thinks it's a stupid act.
Well anyway now his parents are gone and he also has completed the revenge so it is meaningless to think about it.
Thinking through he released the depression pressing on his chest.
Looking down at Smith's body, he shrugged his shoulder and left this place of right and wrong.