Chapter 126 - the ruthless interrogation
With Noah stabilized and heavily guarded by the estate's remaining elite tactical forces, Michael Jr. walked slowly back into the ruined ballroom. His tuxedo shirt was entirely drenched in his father's blood, and his dark eyes radiated a cold, apocalyptic fury that had never been seen before.
Marcus Jr. had secured one surviving paramilitary operative, tying him brutally to a shattered marble pillar.
Michael Jr. didn't yell or resort to frantic violence. He picked up a discarded tactical combat knife from the floor and stepped incredibly close to the trembling operative.
"You came into my home. You shot my father," Michael Jr. whispered, his voice a low, vibrating rumble of absolute death. "I am a trauma surgeon. I know exactly how to inflict maximum, agonizing pain without letting you lose consciousness. Who sent you?"
The operative, a hardened mercenary, looked into the pitch-black, soulless eyes of the Carter heir and completely broke under the immense psychological pressure.
"General Sterling!" the operative sobbed hysterically. "He leads the Genesis Coalition! They are operating out of a decommissioned naval black-site off the coast! They want your foundation's genetic research to synthesize a biological weapon!"
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Michael Jr. drove the hilt of the knife into the operative's temple, rendering him instantly unconscious. The target was firmly acquired.
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