Chapter 30

Chapter 30

“No… It’s not me…”

The figure of the young man sitting across the iron table in the torture chamber was difficult to look at. He cried like a baby, and his hands and feet, handcuffed to the iron chair, trembled. The interrogation hadn’t even started yet, and he was only tied up.

If he got scared a little bit more, he looked like he was ready to pee.

“AAHKK!”

All Leon did was pick up the nipper on the table. How weak the rat that Little Jimmy had sent, just that alone made his chair shake and he let out a deafening scream.

Leon’s mouth, staring at the spy in front of him, got bitter.

This was an insult.

The rebel leaders saw him so mercifully that they let an untrained kid infiltrate under him? If they were going to send someone, send a matching opponent. It was a humiliation to play around with such low-level insults.

Still, it was true that he got infiltrated by a greenhorn.

But, who would have imagined…?

To the Domestic Intelligence Office’s torture chamber, they would send a weak and sloppy person to spy on this key military facility. He couldn’t even remember his own fake identity. He must have been an idiot who graduated at the bottom of the rebels’ ‘brainwashing school.’

“Hey, you know what?”

Leon gave instructions in words that the lacking child, who would soon become blood and flesh, in front of him could understand.

“After the so-called ‘revolutionary government’ took office, the unemployment rate soared and the country became poorer than before.”

He then leaned back in his chair and tapped the edge of the table with his nipper blade.

“Crying for equality… Do you think that being poor together is the equality that your people have drawn?”

Fred didn’t seem to be listening to his kind instruction. His pale blue eyes flickered following the nipper.

“Revolution.”

Leon gazed at him with a smirk.

“You are just a bunch of gangsters.”

The self-proclaimed Revolutionary Army was pathetic. Even now, the young man named ‘Fred Smith’ did not show any resentment even when he insulted the Revolutionary Army.

“The driver.”

“….”

“I wondered why you were so white and agitated, it was someone you knew.”

“….”

“I wondered why that old rat didn’t give out the right information until the end… Now, is it your fault?”

“That, that—”

“Did he believe they would save him? Was he afraid that if he blew it all off, he would get killed?”

How scared was this beaming chick? He was afraid to finish his words, Leon exchanged ridicule with Campbell. However, the ridicule was quickly erased from his face.

“Four people were killed in the last raid. They were both crippled.”

“….”

“Because of the information you stole.”

“N, no. I-I never did that. As the captain said, I’m just a novice… I-I was stupid, so I couldn’t do anything.”

The young man who had been keeping his mouth shut when Winston insulted his group and ideology, suddenly poured out his words. That too, as Winston said, he must be truly stupid or something that he meekly admitted himself that he was a spy.

“The crime is very bad.”

The young man didn’t know how to use his head. He was also a coward who vomited when he saw blood. Even with a little intimidation, he would spit out the information he knew. Because of that, Leon decided to use the easy method instead of the complicated ones.

“It’s enough to go to the prison camp, and within a day or two…”

Leon lengthened his words and glanced at Campbell, who was sitting next to him.

“Get shot.”

Leon nodded at Campbell’s resolute answer, and the spy’s face grew even more blue.

“I, I didn’t…”

The young man cried like a child, opened and closed his mouth to see if he had anything to say before he started begging for his life.

“Please, please save… Please, save me.”

“Well. I do not know such a thing as mercy.”

Despair appeared on Fred’s face after hearing Leon’s words.

“But, you know what a deal is.”

Despair gave way to hope in an instant.

Leon stared at the young man who begged him as if he would do anything with disgusting eyes… Is this young man a key figure in the rebels? Does he know where his base is? How much could he fill in the gaps in the information of the upper management?

While it seemed unlikely, there was no harm in trying.

“So, Fred… Oh, is Fred your real name?”

The young man nodded his head. It was funny how quickly he turned into a dog that listened when he had been a dog that came to bite Winston.

“The longer you drag on, the more expensive your life will be.”

So, don’t rebel, and be honest with your answers.

“First of all, I want to get rid of some old grievances with Little Jimmy, man-to-man. Where can I meet him ?”

The young man’s eyes fluttered slightly.

“…That is, I don’t know.”

At that moment, Leon’s gloomy face changed.

Winston couldn’t believe he knew the location of the base. What he thought was a small fish, turned out to be a big fish with key information.

“I am not very patient.”

Leon tapped the desk again with the tip of the nipper. Fred was nauseous watching Winston pluck the driver’s nails with this nipper, so this alone should work.

“Please, please, do something else…”

Something else… There were many other things. Let’s put off Little Jimmy’s information and start small. What should he dig first?

Leon glanced at Campbell and asked.

“Little Riddle came to Winsford recently.”

“Right.”

However, the spy only blinked stupidly when he heard the name ‘Little Riddle.’ Come to think of it, this was the nickname given to her by the military, so he might not have known about it.

“The younger sibling of Jonathan Riddle Jr. Riddle’s last rat.”

The blood disappeared from the young man’s face again after hearing his explication. It was apparent when seeing him bowing his head and avoiding Winston’s eyes.

…He knows.

Leon did not hide his satisfied smile.

“I have as many things to say with Riddle as I do with Jimmy. I wanted to ask her why she roamed my land like a rat.”

At that moment, his chest went up and down even more.

Seeing that he twisted his body tied to the chair, revealing his discomfort even more, Leon twisted a corner of his mouth. He also knew that the woman was here on a mission.

Although he thought it was an insult to send a kid, it was a favor. They sent the entire filing cabinet filled with valuable information from the top leaders without locking it with a key. Did Jimmy Blanchard Jr. want to quit leading the rebels…?

Like Jonathan Riddle Jr, he may have wanted to become a country farmer and betray all his parents’ expectations.

“If you pass me Riddle, I will save your life. You know that lying doesn’t work.”

“That… never…”

“The deal is broken.”

With a loud bang, the chair Leon was sitting on fell backwards. The moment he got up from his seat, Fred flinched.

Leon put the nipper roughly on the table and took off his officer jacket.

As Campbell stood up, he took the jacket and hung it on the wall before undoing his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves. There was no way that a young man who had been watching from the side was unaware of what Winston would be doing when he tortures.

The man who foresaw his fate shook his head and cried out.

“Pl, please—”

“Now then, I’ll do the training that your commander-in-chief didn’t do.”

When he picked up the nipper that had been thrown on the table, the young man curled in his hand and hid his fingernails.

“Training to become numb to pain. When the day comes when you will be pierced by dozens of bullets, you will thank me.”

“Please…! I did nothing!”

He was still stubborn and uttered only words of no value.

“It is someone else who leaks the information…”

At that, he stopped talking for a moment and dropped his head as he shook his shoulder.

“Then, who did it? Ghosts in the annex?”

A short burst of laughter escaped Leon’s twisted lips.

“Remember the driver? I tied him to the chair you’re sitting in and pulled out his nails one by one.”

As he pictured what was about to happen to him, the spy trembled violently as if the blood had all completely drained away. Leon wrinkled his eyes as the young man began to look like he was about to vomit.

“Uhhup—Heuk, hu-huuk…”

“You remember, right? That day, you vomited in that corner. The maid had a hard time cleaning it up. I warn you, don’t vomit this time. I don’t want her to clean up your filth until the last day.”

Winston spoke as he tapped the nipper in one hand and turned around the corner of the table to approach him. With each slow step he took, Fred writhed and twisted in his chair.

Useless.

“UWAACK!”

With just one step, the man began to scream. He would probably blow Riddle’s position before the nipper blade took his first nail.

“No! I didn’t do it! I didn’t do it…!”

“Hold him.”

Finally, As soon as the soldiers standing behind grabbed the back of his hand and pressed it, the young man finally opened his mouth.

“Sally…! Sally Bristol!”

The moment the name that should not have come out, came out with a scream, the hand that was knocking on the nipper suddenly stopped.

“…What?”

From that day on, Leon Winston became a pathetic bastard in heat for a maid… no, a spy.