Sabrina said,
"He thinks he's smarter than us. So, what we're going to do is release this video, and the public will know that he's directly involved in the murder of his friend. That will burden him with the deaths of both individuals because it would appear he was also involved in the Chief Justice's death. So, in one move, we'll hit two birds with one stone," the woman's explanation left CDF somewhat puzzled, although the event itself wasn't new to him as he had those videos too.
"What's the purpose of all this?"
"There are two main reasons for doing this. First, if he's taken to court, there will surely be people who would defend him, and those will be our starting points. Secondly, he seems to be heavily used by those people to fulfil their agendas. If he's removed from the equation, there will be a disruption somewhere, and that's when we'll use the time to figure out where we went wrong. Anyone who comes forward will be eliminated immediately, and they'll tell us where the others are," the woman spoke boldly, with a confident smile.
"B…but…" CDF tried to speak, but the woman interrupted.
"No need to explain; I know the two major things bothering you. Firstly, you don't believe it or you're confused after hearing that Francisco Michael is alive, wondering how that's possible and if he's the source of all this. Secondly, you're still puzzled about the history of that child and questioning whether it's true or just a cooked-up story. Don't worry; we'll talk about it another time. For now, I'm leaving," the woman said as she exited.
The CDF seemed absent-minded; those two issues the woman mentioned had deeply troubled him because that was the harsh reality.
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"I didn't even bother to ask you, what you need to know about those three and being questioned here aren't related. If that were the case, I would have killed you without even asking you anything. I have very little time to stay here, so give me that information, and I'll let you go with your life," Jason leaned towards the area to speak clearly, because the man he encountered couldn't even hear his voice from the distance.
"There aren't many of us here because of the presence of those three. When they're not around, security is very tight here. But when they are, security becomes normal because they alone are enough to guard any area they are in. There were only two outside, but inside, there are five. Those three have their rooms close to where the woman is, but these two are also guards and sometimes cooks, so most of the time, they're in the living room, and that's where you can find them, and they'll direct you to where the woman is," he finished speaking, feeling the area of his neck, then he quieted down, being silenced to prevent him from giving any information to his comrades who were inside.
Jason began to walk without worry after finding out there was no one outside. He approached the door leading inside, which was closed. Inside, it was pitch dark, but the glow of the television screen showed that someone was watching. He knocked once and waited. There was a profound silence that made him wonder if the person inside hadn't heard, arrogance, or if the person decided to ignore. This made him decide to knock again forcefully on the door.
He heard someone grumbling inside and the sound of footsteps approaching the door from inside, but they seemed distant. He understood that he had disturbed the person's sleep, or it was what he was watching that made them distracted.
The noise of the door opening informed him that the person inside had reached the door, so he needed to be prepared to receive his fellow man.
"What's going on that you're knocking, and it's already been decided to call if there's a…" The man inside, without even looking at who was in front of him, began to speak, showing annoyance at his companions knocking on the door at such a late hour.
However, his demeanour changed after raising his face and inspecting the person in front of him. He saw a difference from what he was used to because his companions were in military uniforms. So seeing someone dressed in black made him suspicious and informed him that he was not one of them.
He wanted to step back to arm himself after realizing that the security was not very satisfactory, but he failed to execute his plans after being dragged out forcefully. Jason attempted to hit the man with his shoulder, but the man dodged and threw himself aside, so only Jason remained at the door, and the man was behind him.
Jason pulled the door and pushed it back firmly to settle the matter outside without waking up those inside. Inside, the sound of a radio connected to the television the man was watching could be heard.
"Who are you, coming here without any notice?" he spoke as he scrutinized Jason everywhere, but oddly, he didn't get an answer. Jason stooped down and turned in a double kick, one very sharp, which made the man bend down and dodge it, then he followed with a strong blow, still airborne, but the man dodged it despite being hit with a chest boot and landing on the ground.
Jason felt very disappointed; he wondered how he could miss the person after throwing more than two kicks. The man, lying down, performed a somersault and stood up, clutching his chest in pain. He felt excruciating pain, pressing his chest forcefully to alleviate the pain and adjusting his arm. He enjoyed boxing, so he smiled and followed Jason, counting to three.
He threw the first punch, landing on Jason's ribs, who froze, unable to dodge the blow. The man felt like he was hitting a rock. He quickly looked at Jason's face; he was just standing there. The man threw a heavy punch to the chest, but Jason caught his hand. The hand was twisted like a rope, causing him intense pain. He couldn't bear it; he wanted to cry out for help, realizing that continuing to fight would kill him. He had deceived himself from the beginning, thinking he could handle the man, which is why he didn't even need his companions' help, but now he saw things turning against him.
Before he could make a sound, he was hit in the chest, vomiting blood, some of which splattered slightly on Jason's chest, although he didn't have time for them. He hit the man with a strong blow; as he was about to fall, he was hit by a very hard knee in his chest. The sound of bone breaking echoed, and he fell to the ground, unconscious.
Jason wiped his chest and turned, pushing the door; he entered the living room, where he turned on the lights and increased the volume of the radio in his hand, slowly spinning a small knife. The music was so loud that it became annoying inside; it woke up a person who seemed not far from the living room, perhaps waking up with a hangover and allowing that condition to continue to gnaw at him, making one of the biggest mistakes as he walked with a sleepy face, and his gait suggested that if it weren't for the loud music, he wouldn't have woken up.
"You idiot, how do you put on such loud music like this at night, so we can't even sleep? I told you to stop that drinking; you don't understand," he said as he passed by Jason, who sat on the sofa, his mind directing him that he was his companion.
He turned everything off and then turned towards the lights. He was startled after feeling the difference inside. The man's clothes in front of him were very different from the clothes they were used to.
"You. Who are you?" he asked in a mumble, turning around to see if there was anyone else besides him, but he convinced himself that there was only one person.
"Do you want to know who I am?"
"Answer me; I'm not begging you; you must answer me," he said forcefully, feeling that the man had come in by mistake.
His intimidation brought him trouble, the way Jason forcefully moved towards where he was; he couldn't believe that the man had reached him. He was hit by a dislocating foot at the same time; he wasn't given a chance to breathe properly; he was hit by a stomach kick that lifted him up to the radio, where he split on it and his TV, which was on top. He didn't understand if he was fighting against his fellow human being or if it was a demon in front of him; the commotion produced a lot of noise inside.
"Call those three who are guarding that woman," Jason spoke as he approached the man who was on the ground, struggling to get up.