Shapke's health is not good, he is already very old, and his body simply cannot withstand any serious injuries. Not to mention the method of extorting confessions with a certain harmful nature, such as electrocution and waterboarding, even if he is punched a few times, he may be able to send him to see the gods. The military actually has nothing to do with such people, they can't fight them, and intimidation doesn't work, but today, they have found a very effective means, that is, family members.

A sturdy member of Scarlet Dawn in his forties, under the pressure of torture and the death of his family in front of him, said things he shouldn't have said, such as where Shapke's family had gone.

Shapuke had sent his family to the Federation through some channels before he fell out with Memnon, and he had more or less "earned" some money during the years of cooperation with Memnon, which was enough for his family to live a relatively wealthy life on the side of the Federation. There is no such thing as a perfect person in this world, not even a Forward Party whip like Shapke.

There is always some fragile side, or weakness, and family members are often the weaknesses of most people.

In order to provide a safe, stable and relatively prosperous life, Shapuke also gave up some perseverance in exchange for such a day.

He wouldn't speak, not only because of the insistence and fanaticism for Scarlet Dawn in his heart, but also because he, like all members of the Scarlet Dawn Order, feared the leader. He slowly closed his eyes, not wanting to see these people circling around him again.

"Mr. Shapke, I think it's best for you to cooperate with us, we don't want to hurt anyone, but some people have to pay for what they do! This person is not you, you don't need to give up your right to love life for others. The officer in charge of the interrogation had a magnetic voice, and it was not at all vicious. He looked to be in his thirties, a very clean man. The clean and neat military uniform is worn on his body, which sets off his brilliant temperament, and even looks better than some models wearing fashionable and trendy clothes, and attracts people's attention more.

After waiting for five minutes, Shapuk still didn't have any intention of confessing, fatigue, intimidation, threats, most of the relatively mild means were used, but Shapuk still didn't say a word.

The officer pursed his lips, with some helpless expression on his face, he put the pen in his hand on the notebook, "This is the end of today's interrogation, I hope you will think about it by the way when you rest, and don't force us to use some dishonorable practices." ”

Shapuke opened his eyes at this time, because the young man said such a phrase as "dishonorable", and the people who could say this phrase were often from the bottom of society and had a gang background, and he stared at the young officer a few more times, and then closed his eyes. Moments later, two servicemen pushed Shapuk back to a closed room in a wheelchair, closing the door and leaving him alone.

No one interrogated him the second, third, and longer days, until the fourth day, when he was again sent to the interrogation room, where Shapuk remained silent as he looked at the young and familiar officer.

The young officer smiled at him and said good afternoon. With that, the mirror that occupied most of the wall in the room shrank into the wall, revealing a single transparent glass, and in the other room, he saw his family. He didn't show any shocked or frightened expression, he had remained calm, and he had remained so calm since his arrest.

"Your family, don't you want to say hello to them?", the officer smiled and knocked on the glass window that had become transparent, and suddenly there was a noise in the room, but it quickly subsided, "They can hear you when you speak, I have great respect for your loyalty to the organization, but unfortunately not everyone is like you." In the past few days, we have received more valuable news, and the secrets you keep may not be as important to us as you think. ”

"Daddy...... Is that you? What is this place?", his daughter's voice suddenly came from the loudspeaker, and on the other side of the glass window, a woman who looked to be in her forties showed a surprised expression, as if there was no one on the other side who was restricting their right to speak.

Beside her were Shapke's son-in-law, two grandsons and a granddaughter, and the family looked terrified, only his daughter remained calm.

Shapke tilted his head to look at his family, but remained silent, and the young officer smiled and reached out and knocked three times on the glass window. Two soldiers appeared in the window, one of whom reached out and grabbed one of Shapke's grandsons, whose family tried to protect the child but was broken up by another soldier with the butt of his gun. The boy was taken very close to the glass window, the muzzle of the rifle pressed against the head of the sobbing child, and the young officer laughed, "Perhaps in your mind, loyalty is more important to you than anything else, including your family." ”

"It seems like you're confident that you're a secret-keeper and loyal, so let's put it to the test. I have heard that you like your grandson very much, so is your loyalty more important, or is your grandson more important?", on the other side of the glass window rang out the cries and pleadings of the family, and Shapke's daughter was crying, but said nothing. Instead, his son-in-law suddenly erupted.

"Father, tell them what these bastards want to know, and then let's get out of here together! Nothing is more important than being a family, and what can your persistence do but make us fear and suffer from each other?Even if we all die here, the person to whom you are loyal may not even know what happened here!", his son-in-law begged with tears in his eyes.

"Listen!", the young officer smiled and pointed to his son-in-law, "this is the choice that a normal person should make." ”

"You have a minute, and if you can't give me the answer I want in a minute, then I'm very sorry, I may have to take your grandson's life, I hope you can understand, it's not what I want either!"

Time passed little by little, and Shapke's eyes were fixed on his grandson's face, and seeing that there was no time, Shapuk finally spoke.

His voice was very hoarse, full of rough grain, and extremely low, "Give me a pen!"

"Thank God!", the son-in-law on the other side of the glass window folded his hands and bowed his head thanking all the gods that his children, including him and their family, did not need to die.

The young officer was very satisfied and put a pen and a piece of paper in front of Shapuk, who picked up the pen and looked at the white paper without immediately putting pen to paper, as if he was recalling something. The young officer did not rush him, he had interrogated a lot of people, and he also knew that at this moment, Shapke's inner world was full of guilt, and a thrill of imminent betrayal. All that is needed now is to wait, for Schapuke himself to take the initiative to ignite the thrill of betrayal, and then write everything out.

When a person goes from firm to wavering, he is doomed to lose all his position in the end, and no one has ever changed this truth.

After about five minutes, Shapuk suddenly held the pen in his hand at a speed that was not suitable for his age, the tip of the pen was pointing upward, and the young officer's face suddenly showed a shocked expression, he could not continue to remain calm, his legs bent and shook his body to make a sprint movement, but he was still a step slower!

Without hesitation, Shapuk plunged the tip of his pen deep into his throat, his masseter muscles bulging high, and the loose skin on his face tensed somewhat. The moment the tip of the pen plunged into his throat, he held the pen with both hands and pushed it sideways to the left. The sharp tip of the pen tore through the muscles, and a sharp bulge came out of the left side of his neck, which was quickly punctured, and blood gushed out like a twisted faucet from a pencil-sized broken vein.

The tips of the young officer's fingers had already touched Shapke's arm, but he knew it was too late.

Although there are simple medical treatments here, serious injuries such as ruptured neck arteries cannot be saved by medical equipment here, and there is no blood bank here, let alone prepared blood bags. Shapke calmly put the blood-soaked pen back on the table, pressing it against the top of the pure white paper. His eyes glistened with sarcasm, and the disgusting sneer on his face hurt the young officer's heart severely.

More than ten seconds later, with a bang, Shapke's head hugged the table intimately, and he never lifted it again. On the table covered with blood, there was a particularly glaring white piece of paper, on which in addition to some blood stains, there was also a pen with blood on it.

The young officer sat down in his chair, took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one, as if he could not hear the sound coming from the loudspeaker at all. After smoking about half a cigarette, he couldn't suppress his irritability any longer, and he stood up and kicked Shapke's body. The wheelchair slid backwards, some distance from the table, and the old man fell headlong to the ground.

He turned his face sideways, but his face still seemed to maintain the sneer of the moment before death, and the dull and empty look in his eyes was panicking.

The young officer frantically beat Shapke's corpse, and after beating for a while, he straightened up, simply tidied up his clothes, pushed the door and walked out.

In about a few seconds, he appeared in the room behind the glass window, with a pistol in his hand, and pulled the trigger on Shapke's family without hesitation. The sound of gunshots, screams, and cries for help spread, but he didn't care at all, frantically venting the anger in his heart and a trace of fear.

What the hell would make this bastard willing to sacrifice his own life and his family's life to keep that damn secret?!