Mike was still silently sad because of Mr. Carnegie's sacrifice, and his heart was in a mess.

suddenly.

"Mike." The old man's voice came from the intercom.

Only then did Mike come back to his senses and quickly said: "Ah, here it is."

"Mike, don't worry about this." The old man sighed: "To be honest, I didn't expect it either."

"We, the Jishi Association, are one body, and our interests are common."

"Our families should be united for the common good."

"But...even I can't understand why the Carnegie family would do this! Why would they betray us and fund those thugs who call themselves Rat People!"

"But since something has happened, there must be a response. You can't get into trouble."

Mike nodded and said respectfully: "That's what father said."

The old man's tone was a little tired: "Okay, since this guy told the truth, you should deal with him."

"This guy's five subordinates don't need to be punished. Just interrogate them casually, and as long as they confirm that Mr. Carnegie is funding them, those of his subordinates will also be executed directly."

Mike looked at Jodi, who was tortured by him, and nodded slightly.

At least the remaining five can leave happily without having to suffer so much.

Originally, what the old man meant was that all five of them would be sentenced to death at the same time, creating a prisoner's dilemma.

But Mike insisted on interrogating Jody, the leader, first, saying that this leader was the most valuable to interrogate, as the remaining five men might not know the person behind it. So he interrogated Jodi first.

Because among the six people who may have rebelled, Mike still trusts Jody, the vice president of the Rat Man Organization, and at the same time, it can prevent the other five who can't stand the torture from confessing Mike first.

Mike walked towards Jodi with a complicated expression.

There was a hint of relief in Jodi's single eye, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth. It seemed that he had no regrets anymore, as if he was rushing to reunite with his parents and wife, or because the five remaining comrades did not have to suffer the pain he had.

And feel happy.

Mike sighed: "Paul."

Paul walked aside and pressed his finger on a button, which was the button of the life support system.

In Jody's current state, there is no need to kill him. He is now relying on life support equipment every second to survive in pain.

As long as you press this button, you will die.

Mike looked at Jodi and whispered: "Is there anything else you want to say?"

"Child, kid, my Lyle..." Jody said weakly, with the only reluctance in his eyes.

Mike nodded: "Don't worry, I promised. Since you have told the truth and identified Mr. Carnegie, I will let your child live."

Jody forced a smile, looked at Mike with extremely hopeful eyes, nodded slightly, and then looked at Paul with encouraging eyes.

Now, for him, every minute of his life is painful.

Only death is liberation.

"Paul." Mike closed his eyes.

"Click."

Paul slowly pressed the button. As the delivery of oxygen and plasma stopped, in just two seconds, Jodi's pupils slowly expanded, and his bloody body gradually became stiff.

Mike looked at Jody's child: "Paul, let go of this child."

Paul released Jodi's child from the operating bed. The little boy stood up blankly, looked at the bodies of his mother and grandparents on the ground, and then rushed towards Jodi's bloody and mutilated body.

"Dad, dad... wake up!"

The little boy gently shook Jodi's shoulders - his arms had already been cut during the interrogation. The little boy didn't care that he was covered in his father's blood. His young face was stained with blood, and he cried and begged his father to look at him.

"Let's go, Paul, tell the people to send this kid to the welfare station. Let's go and briefly interrogate those five Jody's men." Mike said.

But before Mike could go out, he heard the old man's voice coming from the intercom.

"Mike, you haven't finished your work yet."

"Ah?" Mike was stunned: "Mr. Carnegie has been interrogated and the thug is dead. What else can happen?"

The old man said softly: "Kill that child."

There was no emotion at all, and he was as calm as if he was talking about what to eat tonight.

Mike swallowed and said quickly: "Father, I just promised that thug..."

The old man laughed, as if he had heard a joke: "You agreed to that thug? Mike, do you want to listen to what you are talking about? Haha, thug... That was just an interrogation method, just to lie to him, to give him some hope.

Let him explain quickly."

Mike's voice became dry: "But, he is just a child..."

"He is the child of a thug." The old man said calmly: "You killed his father, and he hated you to death."

"To us, he is useless. He is destined not to be used by us and has no value."

"Kill him. For our benefit."

Mike froze on the spot, turned around and looked at the child crying on his father's broken body, his breathing gradually becoming heavier.

A chill rose from his heels, crawled up through every pore, and reached the top of his head.

As if falling into the sea, the cold water gradually submerged Mike. Mike felt like he couldn't breathe in his chest. He opened his mouth wide to breathe, but he couldn't stop the suffocation feeling.

"Kill him!" the old man urged impatiently: "Then casually interrogate those five thugs and come over for a meeting. We will discuss how to clean up the Carnegie Foundation and who should succeed the Carnegie Foundation."

"General Mike," Paul noticed something strange about Mike. He slowly pulled out the pistol from his waist and said with red eyes, "Why don't you go out first... leave the rest to me."

Mike shook his head: "No, no need."

Some sins must be borne by oneself.

He stretched out his trembling hands and tried to grab the pistol in Paul's hand. This was the first time he used these trembling hands.

The pistol fell to the ground twice, but fortunately the safety was not turned on.

Mike finally grabbed the pistol tremblingly.

The other hand trembled to open the safety.

"Click."

Bullets loaded.

Mike slowly walked towards the boy who was crying with his back turned.

The boy was unaware of all this. He cried and said to the broken body over and over: "Dad, dad, don't die."

"Dad, little Lyle is here."

"Dad, please don't die. If you die, little Lyle will have no parents anymore...little Lyle will have no family anymore."

"My grandparents are dead, my mother is dead, and grandma and grandpa gave us the ticket money in order to keep us alive...Dad, you are not allowed to die..."

suddenly.

A voice rang in the little boy's ear.

"Little Lyle."

The crying little boy was subconsciously surprised, wiping his tears and said: "Dad, Dad, I knew you were not dead. Little Lyle is here..."

But the next moment, the little boy stopped talking.

That's not dad's voice.

"Little Lyle, look up."

Little Lyle raised his head, and through his blurred tearful eyes, he saw the dark muzzle pointing at him, and the big shot who cut his father, killed his mother, and killed his grandparents!

"Look at me." The big man stared at him with red eyes, his voice trembled, and he said word by word: "See clearly who killed your parents and who killed your grandparents."

"Remember what I look like."

"I don't want this either, little Lyle, I'm sorry...if there is an afterlife, remember to come to me for revenge!"

His expression was distorted with pain, and his eyes were red with hatred.

The anger burned in his chest, like a suppressed volcano about to erupt.

Mike looked at little Lyle's eyes of hatred and pain, and tremblingly wanted to pull the trigger, but he still couldn't.

This look is so similar to that of little John back then.

It was just the fat man who was the former prime minister who made Little John's mother die in pain when Little John stared at her like that.

But now, the fat man was beaten to death by himself and Little John, but he was the one holding the gun...

suddenly.

Perhaps it was because of Little Lyle’s previous call, perhaps because of his strong will to survive, or perhaps because of his father’s instinct. In short, the broken body that had long been motionless suddenly twitched, and the remaining eyes regained some vitality.

He stared blankly at the scene in front of him.
To be continued...