Chapter 1952
The two guards were discussing outside.
One of them said, "Does she really not know how to play any tricks?"
"She dares," the other said. "She's probably removed her position as the chief of the district. She wants to interrogate this Ragib and make some contributions to the organization so that she can climb up again."
"Hmph. It's going to be difficult. Right now, she has joined Wharton's squad. Who doesn't know that Wharton is our leader's mortal enemy?"
After she walked into the torture room, she put away the whip. When she saw Ragib, who was almost covered in blood, she frowned and said, "Director Pei, it's not like you to be in such a mess."
She maintained the way she addressed Ragib when she was in the training base of the National Security and Security Company in Country.
Ragib, who had his eyes lowered, suddenly opened them. Although he was injured, it did not affect his momentum at all. This man was not like a prisoner. Although he was locked by iron chains, he was still like an injured lion king, as if he would be torn to pieces as he approached.
As expected of the man who was known as the youngest military king, Her couldn't help but exclaim inwardly.
"How is it, Spear, how does it feel to be in this dark organization?" There was a trace of a smile on Ragib's bloody lips. He saw the confusion in her eyes at the moment. "Is it as free, free and easy as you think, that you can do whatever you want, and that you are lawless?"
At this moment, she felt like a prisoner, and Ragib became the one who was interrogating her!
He had never seen a person who was wounded all over but still felt superior to others!
He snorted from the bottom of her heart and turned her face. "Now isn't the time to ask me, right? You can die here at any time."
"As long as I don't tell you where the painting is, I won't die." Ragib smiled.
"You're quite clear." Spear said. Looking at Ragib's face, which was still bloody and scary , she said to him, "But how long can you endure the torture? The pain of your body will also destroy a person's will. Don't be too conceited. Sooner or later, you will not be able to hold on."
"Are you talking about yourself?" Ragib still held that smile. Obviously, he didn't have a good rest. There was a bruise under his eyes, which made him look a little gloomy.
"I'm talking about you!" Spear huffed through gritted teeth.
"But your expression tells me that you are the one in pain now." Ragib said, "Let me guess. You feel that this organization is not like what you imagined. You are getting tired, or you are afraid. You don't want to stay here anymore. You feel that these people are not the companions you want."
He was right about each and every one of them. Her turned around to hide the expression on her face.
She touched the whip on her body and remained stubborn. "If I want to leave, I can leave at any time, but you can't. There are countless punishments waiting for you until you spit out the whereabouts of the last painting. If you tell me the whereabouts of the painting, you will only end up with death. I don't know how you were caught by death. In short, if you fall into the hands of the black law department, you will only end up dead."
"It seems that you haven't been in this organization for a long time." Ragib didn't respond to her words. He only guessed her information from her words. "At least, you didn't have much contact with those people in the rotn Group before that. Also, I'm afraid that if you go in alive, you'll have to lie down before you can come out."
"Do you know about it again?" Spear asked as he turned around.
"I can guess it," Ragib said calmly.
When she thought of what Wharton had said, her eyes turned sour. She wanted to leave, but she wanted to leave with Wharton. If she were alone, she didn't know where to go.
"If you have the energy to guess what I'm doing, you'd better think about it." Spear said, "Isn't Dr. Zhan your fiancee? Aren't you still married? Do you really want to die here?"
"Of course I don't want to. I won't." Ragib's eyes were full of determination. "So I won't tell you the whereabouts of that painting."
"Then you'll live a life worse than death."
"I, Ragib, have enjoyed both the glory of life and the battlefield since I lived. But it's better to die than to live." Ragib said with a smile, "With this opportunity, I really want to see what it means to live to die."
"I think you're the one who's crazy," said Spear with a frown.
"I'm not afraid of this. Although I retired, the military soul in my blood is still there." Ragib said seriously, "So it's useless to torture me. You can't get what I don't want to say."
She frowned. She began to wonder if Ragib had really retired, or if it was their superior's arrangement... For example, if there was any secret task that needed to be temporarily announced to the public that he had retired.
However, these had nothing to do with her, and she was too lazy to guess.
"My woman is waiting. I have to go back. As long as I have this belief, you can't trap me." Ragib told Spear to Her. "But you are different. If you secretly escape from this organization, they will never let you go."
She bit her lip. Her eyes were a little wet, but her stubbornness did not allow her to shed tears in front of other men...
"In fact, in this case, you are quite stupid."
Ragib smiled again. "When you were caught in Country, you shouldn't have escaped. You should have joined an illegal organization and committed a crime according to the importance of the plot. If you hadn't killed anyone, you would have been in prison for about five to ten years. You look less than 20 years old. You are in your early twenties. If you perform well in the prison and try to get out of prison early, you will still be young after being released. You have a lot of good time in your life. What's wrong with being a new person?"
"Humph, are you trying to persuade me to turn myself in? Do you think it's possible?"
Even if she wanted to leave the Black Group, she still couldn't betray the organization that Wharton belonged to, could she? If she wanted to perform well in front of the police and strive for a good result when she was pregnant, wouldn't she just have to tell them everything she knew?
However, if she turned herself in, they would probably send killers to take her life before she came into contact with the police!
Most likely, it was because Wharton had pleaded for her sake that the organization hadn't been able to kill her.
"No, it's a suggestion." Ragib said, "For you, the best way now is to turn yourself in."
She didn't want to talk about this topic anymore. She was still immersed in the sadness of being out of love. She walked to the interrogation chair in front of her and sat down. "Let's talk about Dr. Zhan..."
She seemed to be at a loss of where to start. She was busy thinking, but she stopped as soon as she opened her mouth.
"What do you want to ask?" Ragib asked.
"Wharton said he saw you in South Africa. I've heard that he used to be a policeman. Those who know him all think that he's dead." Spear March looked at Ragib. "Wharton said he wasn't sure if you recognized him when he was in South Africa, but he couldn't let you spread the news that he was still alive. He had originally planned to send someone to keep an eye on you or... to kill you.
I like Wharton, but he... doesn't care about me. I heard that he has a ex-girlfriend who can get the love of Wharton. Even if he once loved her, I was still very jealous. That's why I want to see what kind of woman can make him love, as well as help him explore you."
"So that's why you came to our company's training base that time?" Ragib looked at Spear, who did not answer, and smiled again. "In the end, you didn't tell me if I knew he was still alive, so you didn't kill me."
Spear didn't say anything.
"No, Aman and I have investigated your organization for many years, and we have some understanding of your organization's way of doing things." Ragib said, "You should be willing to kill the wrong person. At that time, you didn't know that he was still alive, so you should kill me to be safe. This is the way you kill him."
"But you didn't." Ragib looked at her. "So, although you joined this organization, you haven't killed anyone, have you? You can't do it."
She clenched her fists tightly and refused to admit it. "I just put my mind on Dr. Zhan. I don't want to waste time dealing with you, and..."
Her voice trembled. "I wanted to kill Dr. Zhan more than to kill you."
She was envious, jealous that Zoya had once received the love of Wharton.
No, perhaps right now, it was still her whom Wharton was still in love with.
"Your words are not convincing at all." Ragib saw through her lying expression at a glance. "Even if you can't kill her, you are only angry with Zoya. Even if you kidnapped her at that time, you may not kill her in the end."