Chapter 215 04.0214: "Strange Vulture Silver Coin"

Horatio sat on a chair, wearing white pants and black boots, with his legs crossed and his fingers crossed, looking majestic and domineering.

Louise, Archie, and six red-coated naval guards stood behind him with guns drawn.

Everyone's gaze was extremely cold, as if they were looking at a pile of hazardous garbage with disgust and ruthlessness.

"Sir." The boss was so frightened that his legs went weak, and his fat face, which looked unintelligent, was full of fear. After failing to escape and facing the black muzzle of the gun, the fat and big-eared man could not speak clearly.

Horatio threw the newspaper in his face.

"Read it to me!"

Horatio simply leaned forward slightly as he swung the newspaper, and the man was frightened into sitting on the ground.

The air-conditioning in the office was quite sufficient, but he was so frightened that his head was covered in sweat. Under the light, he looked like a shiny boiled egg. He was gasping through his fat purple mouth and his face was flushed, just like a fat hamster that could be scared to death at any time.

"Your Excellency, I know I was wrong. Please, please, have mercy on me."

"Read it to me!"

Seeing Horatio's relentless anger, the fat man's brain was so scared that it shut down. He mechanically picked up the newspaper with his trembling fat hands and began to read it haltingly.

"The head of the military intelligence department... Lieutenant General Alexander Hood was assassinated... There was a power struggle within the Gothic Fleet..." His voice became smaller and smaller, and in the end there was only a sharp wail.

"Keep reading!" Horatio urged coldly, his terrifying eyes seemed to warn him that if he didn't do as he said, he would crush him like a stink bug.

"The Gothic Fleet... is openly fighting among itself. A dignified vice admiral..." He trembled more and more as he spoke: "Becoming a victim of personal interests... Ah——"

After saying the last sentence, his eyes rolled back as he inhaled meaninglessly, and he fainted. He fell backwards and hit the tiles with imitation wood patterns heavily.

Wow! ——

Perhaps he still had a fluke mentality of escaping reality. Even if he woke up to face the gray concrete wall of the Ministry of Justice, it would be better than continuing to face this naval officer. However, what he waited for was only a bucket of purified water full of printing waste poured by a guard.

The fat man shuddered and came back to the tragic reality. He clumsily supported his fat body and sat up, his wet body still trembling.

"Go on." Horatio seemed like a ruthless torture machine. He raised his chin and motioned for him to pick up the wet newspaper on the ground.

The boss looked like he had lost all hope in life, his eyes were empty, and he finally spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito, word by word: "In-depth revelations... A dark shadow looms over the Gothic Fleet. The power struggle led to yesterday's tragedy. What is the meaning of the fleet's existence..."

He knew that if he said these words to the real person, it would be enough to kill him a thousand times.

How can such a legendary fleet be slandered by such a villain?

"What's behind this?" Horatio threw another newspaper.

This time the back is exposed.

"You are quite courageous. You dare to find out and leak the information of our Imperial Navy officers."

Horatio sat in the boss's chair and leaned forward: "Do you know what these crimes of yours will turn you into?"

"Death... capital crime."

"Death?" the young man sneered.

Then he opened his portable data pad and projected a hologram from it.

It was a man tied to a machine that looked like a logging machine.

The upper part of his skull and eyelids were removed.

The brain soaked in artificial tissue fluid and the naked eyes were implanted with horrible mechanical nerve tentacles, as if being bitten by thousands of snakes.

Then the neural torture helmet connected to all the tentacles covered up this horrific scene, leaving only the pale limbs twitching and spasming under the restraints.

Horatio plays the audio.

"Uh uh uh!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ahhhh!!!" The vocal cords on the verge of collapse let out a last extremely miserable and hoarse scream. The instinctive wails that had long lost their thinking were like a gust of cold wind that passed through everyone. Even Archie and other naval personnel could not help but shiver.

"This is called a redemption mecha, and it is driven by the unforgivable criminals of the empire.

Once you become its pilot, as long as you are alive, you must continue to endure physical and psychological destruction and torture 24 hours a day as a punishment for your crimes.

Thinking about it this way, dying on a battlefield with bullets flying everywhere can be considered a kind of relief. "Horatio said coldly: "But for your crime, the Navy will send you to the most distant war zone. This means that before you seek relief on the battlefield, you may suffer decades or even hundreds of years of destruction and torture in this steel cage."

Hearing what Horatio said, and the horrible, heart-wrenching screams that continued to come out of the holographic image.

The man knelt on the ground, dirty water that smelled like pulp dripping from his hair.

He looked like he was dead, with no light in his eyes and a hollow look.

He knelt in front of Horatio, looking at the officer information and the fabricated story above, his lifeless eyes revealed a look of collapse and tears: "Sir, he! They! It's them!"

The fat boss who was trembling a second ago suddenly became excited, looking around like a madman, and finally pointed at a group of kneeling prisoners with bayonets pointing at them behind him.

Everything was within Horatio's calculations. When people are at their wits' end, they will naturally start biting people like a mad dog, and will drag a few people down with them even if they die.

Horatio's eyes fell on a group of people dressed like paparazzi.

"Bring them here!"

When the group of raggedly dressed paparazzi heard what he said, they immediately shrank back and hid behind other people.

"He, he, he! Yes, it's him! And him! They, they provided these manuscripts. I can't read, but I can definitely find out who wrote the manuscripts by looking at these guys!"

"I know nothing! He's talking bullshit!"

"That's right! Boss Polly is a mad dog that bites people before he dies. He just wants to drag people to his grave! We are just a few lousy workers who came here today to apply for the supervisory position. Sir, you see, we don't even have cameras, so how can we be the ones who provide information and manuscripts!"

Horatio didn't bother to argue with them.

"Take them to the Sky Cage and prepare interrogation tools and doctors in advance. I think our Inquisitor will like these new toys very much."

As soon as the word "Judge" came out of the mouth of the young officer, everyone in the room fell silent.

The boss trembled, let out a final cry, and fell to the ground again.

Louise went forward to check the situation and said, "He was in suspended animation shock."

"It was a man wearing a bird-beak mask! He was well-dressed and was playing with a creepy vulture silver coin in his hand! He dropped it in our studio and disappeared. That's all we know! Really! We just polished the manuscript a little bit, and we should make good use of the information we got!"

"Oh? Vulture silver coins?"

Horatio's eyes rolled around thoughtfully.

He took out the eerie silver coin that he and Farida had seized from the cult's mailroom. On one side of the coin was a hunched vulture with a cane in profile. He asked the paparazzi, "Is that so?"

"Yes! That's it!"

"When and where were these manuscripts and information handed over to you?"

"Our studio is on the mezzanine floor of WGS-2102-K7 building, the ninth one from the top..."

"Seal off this place and continue the search. Take these guys back to the Sky Cage, and detain the others first and verify their identities."

For the sake of safety, we have no choice but to detain so many people, including the laborers.

Although his order caused widespread grief, he knew that this was necessary in order to prevent the news from leaking out and to avoid hidden dangers.

He must not let these people go back until the incident is resolved.

However, given the conditions in the Navy's detention facilities, he could at least guarantee two meals a day for these people.

This was the most mercy he could offer.

Horatio ignored the pleas and turned a deaf ear to the waves of cries and continued to lead the naval guards.

He brought his men, picked up some confiscated newspapers, made sure all printed data and copies other than those on hand were destroyed, and left the destroyed illegal printing factory with a group of people.

Captain Sterling and Minister Hank need to pay attention and realize how important a task they are doing now.

That is, on a battlefield without the smoke of gunpowder, using a feather pen, paper and ink, we fight a battle for people's hearts and minds with the enemy in the dark.

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(End of this chapter)