Chapter 26 - the ruthless interrogation
The captured lieutenant was dragged into the soundproof interrogation room beneath the estate, trembling profusely under the chilling, lifeless gaze of Emily Moretti. He was tied to a heavy steel chair, completely stripped of his arrogant bravado.
"Who gave the order to intercept my convoy?" Emily asked softly, her voice echoing with undeniable, cinematic authority.
The mercenary, bound by cartel fear, stubbornly refused to speak in English, spitting a curse in heavy Russian. He thought the elegant American widow wouldn't understand a single word of his native tongue.
He was entirely, fatally wrong.
Emily leaned forward, her dark eyes flashing with a terrifying glint. She replied in flawless, rapid Russian, detailing the exact, horrific consequences that would befall his overseas accounts if he remained silent.
The absolute reality of her linguistic dominance and vast intelligence network broke the mercenary's mind. All the color violently drained from his face.
"It was Viktor!" the lieutenant sobbed hysterically in English, completely abandoning his loyalty. "He operates out of a fortified penthouse in the financial district! He wants the shipping ports!"
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