Chapter 122 The False Face <TOC> Chapter 124 Complete Engagement
Translator: SumTLMan
Li Mu could clearly feel the False Face wriggling on his skin, moist and sticky, like a certain kind of soft-bodied creature covering his entire body.
With a thought, the viscous fluid quickly took shape, changed color, and then solidified into a solid state.
Rubbing his hands on his face, Li Mu found that both the touch and temperature were indistinguishable from human skin.
He channeled psychic energy into the mask, causing a thick beard to grow on his face instantly. Then, he controlled the False Face to disguise various acne, scars, and skin diseases without revealing any flaws.
Grabbing and pulling the mask off his face, Li Mu’s skin convulsed violently, reverting to its leather-like state.
“Interesting.”
Li Mu toyed with the False Face in his hand. With the mask, he could act more recklessly in Avonigarda.
“With this, the next plan can be even more perfect.”
At this moment, in Avonigarda City, the Soul Cult had also begun its operation.
In the inner circle of the wealthy District, in a standalone house, Sheriff Larryman Khan carried a bottle of liquor, reeking of alcohol as he fumbled for his keys.
As he inserted the key into the lock, his body stiffened momentarily.
The next moment, Larryman Khan suddenly exerted force, shattering the door and drawing his gun to fire inside the house.
In the bright muzzle flash, the seven bullets in the magazine were emptied in an instant, filling the air with the smell of propellant burning.
Larryman Khan’s face showed desperation as the rolling sands effortlessly blocked all his bullets.
His handgun was custom-made for dealing with manipulation-type awakened individuals, firing powerful 12.7x99mm armor-piercing rounds.
Even with the shorter barrel, resulting in less kinetic energy than a rifle, the bullets could still easily split a person in two and penetrate non-shear walls.
Now, these powerful bullets were stuck in the sand wall, merely creating a few spider web-like bullet holes.
Fine sand trickled down from the gaps like a waterfall, landing on the floor and making a rustling sound.
Larryman Khan tossed his huge handgun and started to run, realizing that the enemy lurking in his home was not someone he could handle. But the rolling sands quickly engulfed him.
A foul smell permeated the sand, and he soon lost consciousness.
When Larryman Khan regained consciousness, he found himself hanging in the air.
A rough steel cable wrapped around his wrist, embedded into his flesh, with blood scabs coagulated, almost fusing with his wrist.
Larryman struggled to open his eyes and surveyed his surroundings. He found his wife and child hanging beside him, crying and moaning weakly.
A vein on his neck bulged momentarily, as he discreetly observed the environment.
It was an almost entirely sealed prison cell, with only an iron door and a ventilation opening connecting it to the outside world. Larryman Khan could hear the sound of the ventilation fan rotating.
An interrogator wearing a black hood and carrying an iron awl approached him.
“Larryman Khan, I hope you will honestly confess everything you know, so you can suffer less.”
As he spoke, the interrogator drew a line with the sharp end of the iron awl on Larryman Khan’s chest and then rolled it over the wound, causing pain.
Larryman Khan knew he had been caught, and his opponents were powerful and knew him well.
He moaned in pain and replied, “What do you want to know?”
“Where did you hide the money you robbed from the bank, and who among the sheriffs are your accomplices?”
The interrogator pulled the iron awl from the wound.
Larryman Khan’s eyes widened, and cold sweat covered his back. He had thought his kidnappers were either the Avonigarda gang or competitors within the sheriff’s office, but he never expected them to be from the bank.
He absolutely couldn’t be linked to the previous series of bank robberies; otherwise, there would be no chance of survival. Being dumped in the Mohanendi River would be considered a good outcome.
He struggled violently, causing the steel cable to creak.
“I have no connection with those damned robbers!”
As he struggled, he let out a painful howl, as the interrogator tore his wound open with the iron awl.
Larryman Khan’s wife and child screamed in terror.
“Don’t try to be stubborn, Larryman Khan. There are fewer than a hundred people in Avonigarda who can manipulate White Steel Broken Stream Energy. Only seven people were unaccounted for during the robbery, and you happened to be among them. You think you’ve been discreet, Larryman Khan? Do you still want to play tricks on us when death is near?”
The interrogator picked up another red-hot iron brand and pressed it against Larryman Khan’s body.
One advantage of being an awakened individual was their strong vitality, so there was no need to worry about accidentally killing them with too much force.
To his surprise, Larryman Khan proved to be quite stubborn, refusing to give up his accomplices even when subjected to various torture methods.
“Ahem!”
Larryman Khan coughed up blood from his throat, his entire body covered in blood, with torn flesh and almost no unharmed skin.
“I really didn’t steal your money. I kidnapped the son of the Rongxing Textile Factory owner, planning to get some money from these Western Xia pigs. I hid his son’s corpse in an underground cable tunnel.”
He spoke in a hoarse voice.
The interrogator grabbed his hair, and the foul breath sprayed onto his face.
“It seems you’re still not giving up.”
The interrogator yanked a handful of hair and picked an electric drill from the torture tools, gesturing it towards Larryman Khan’s wife’s face.
“I wonder if you can still maintain your affection for each other when her beautiful face has a few more holes in it.”
“No! No! No!”
Larryman Khan’s wife struggled violently, letting out terrified screams.
Above the prison cell, several armed members of the Soul Cult were on guard.
They listened to the faint screams from below while feasting and drinking.
The crimes committed by this group of marauders were too severe, and even the governor wouldn’t be able to withstand the wrath of the banking alliance.
If their identities were exposed, their fate would be utterly miserable. So, Hicks sent them to be on guard, preventing accomplices from attempting a jailbreak.
However, this base was a secret stronghold of the Soul Cult, known to very few people, so the armed members weren’t extremely vigilant.
“Larryman Khan is doomed. Even if he spills everything he knows before Katochi has his fill, the torture won’t stop.”
An armed member mixed curry and rice with his hand.
“I hope he doesn’t torment that woman too harshly, or we won’t have any fun left.”
He stuffed the rice into his mouth, licked his fingers, and noticed a curious crow perched on the windowsill, staring at him.
Chapter 122 The False Face <TOC> Chapter 124 Complete Engagement