New Novel: Tokyo Ghoul: A Hunter in Tokyo
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Chapter 390 – Four Seconds
In a dark, damp room, there were two people tied to chairs with their mouths covered by cloth.
"Hello, gentlemen…"
When Jason entered, Nick, Mike, Daryl, and of course Jack were already inside, along with Emma, who had decided to listen to the interrogation. Because of this, no one really considered it important, so they didn't say anything.
Jason looked at Daryl and gave him a signal. When Nick saw what he was doing with one of the imprisoned men, he did the same on the other side. "My name is Jason!"
"And why the hell should I care!"
"Who the fuck are you, and why the hell are we tied up right now? Jason, you're seriously fucked once my people find out I'm here."
Jason showed an emotionless smile; his gaze was cold, but his mouth was curved upward, displaying a broad smile. He looked at the man in front of him and said, "You're Jack, right?"
"Wow, you figured out my fucking name. Is that even impressive?" Frank looked at this man who was far too clean to survive in a world where survival forced you through horrifying things.
"What are we going to do, Frank?" The other man sitting in front of Frank was terrified. He had woken up in this room without knowing exactly what had happened. But Frank wasn't doing much better—he remembered losing consciousness and waking up here.
"You'd better not say a single fucking word!"
But Jason didn't care in the slightest. Sooner or later he would find out what he wanted to know, and there was nothing either of these two people could do to stop him.
"All of you should have been soldiers before the end of the world, deployed infantry in the country! You know, the people you were shooting at were my people. I lost good soldiers because of your damn madness!"
Jason's words grew cold, then he looked at Daryl, who nodded and stepped forward with a pair of pliers, handing them to Jason. "I only want to know one thing—where the fuck is your base?"
Without waiting for an answer, he moved toward the man sitting in front of Frank and said without hesitation, "Hold his head very tight!"
"Hey! What the fuck are you doing? If you hurt him, I swear I'll kill you and cut you into a thousand pieces."
"Aitor is your name. I'll start with the front teeth, so there won't be much blood, but as I move toward your molars, infection, hemorrhage, and pain will reach your brain!"
"No, please, I'll answer whatever you want, just don't hurt me!" The soldier named Aitor had no intention of lying and wanted to cooperate peacefully with Jason's people, but this wasn't the way they were seeking answers.
"Please, you don't have to do this!"
"No, don't do it!"
"No!"
"Rrrr, ahhhhhhh!"
The pliers ripped out Aitor's first tooth, one of his front teeth. The blood, though not excessive, flowed from Aitor's mouth as he roared in pain, tears streaming from his eyes.
"Ahhhhhh!"
"You bastard, I'm going to kill you!" Frank screamed madly as he watched Aitor have a tooth torn out with his own eyes.
"What did you say?"
"You can torture me—I won't tell you anything!"
Jason smiled when he saw Frank's unbreakable spirit. He looked at him with a smile and said, "I'll start with you in a moment. Believe me, this is only the beginning."
After saying that, Jason held Aitor's head as he continued to cry, saliva mixed with blood spilling from his mouth. "Alright, my friend, we only need one answer and I'll leave you alone… Tell me, where is your base and how many of you are there?"
"I'll tell you whatever you want…" Aitor said with difficulty. But Jason stopped him, untied one of his hands, and whispered, "I want you to write both answers!"
"Aitor, you…" Frank couldn't force Aitor to lie; in fact, he accepted it. After all, the people surrounding them had no intention of stopping until they got—
"I'll do it…"
But without anyone expecting it, Aitor gripped the pencil tightly and swung his hand toward Jason's neck, intending to stab the closest person.
"Die!"
Boom!
Jason, who remained alert even in calm moments, managed to move aside and dodge Aitor's attack. Everyone was stunned by such a reckless action, and Daryl, who saw it, stepped forward and struck Aitor in the stomach.
"You fucking idiot!"
"Ahhh…"
"Hold him, Nick!"
Jason looked at Aitor with a cold expression. Only now did he realize how easy it had been for him to obtain information, so after subduing his enemy once more, he took the pliers and pulled out another tooth.
"Don't you dare play with me, you fucking son of a bitch!" Jason shouted loudly. He looked at the man weakly sitting in the chair and asked again, "Look at me and tell me you're going to answer me. Tell me how many there are at your base and where the hell you're hiding?"
"Damn all of you, what the fuck do you want?" Frank was sweating coldly. He looked at Aitor, whom he had initially thought would confess, but after resisting, his spirit had weakened.
"Ahhhhh."
One tooth after another had been torn from Aitor's mouth, and blood had already soaked his chest. And just when everyone thought Jason wouldn't stop, he said once more, "Just write what I'm asking for—it's not that hard, damn it!"
"I… I'll write it…"
This time Aitor had learned what would happen if he did anything other than what was asked, and with difficulty he wrote the answers to both questions.
After obtaining the paper with the answers, Jason nodded, and Daryl tied Aitor's mouth so he wouldn't say anything else.
"Good, you have your answers!" Frank looked at Jason with a cold expression. If looks could kill, only God knows how many times Jason would have died. "Now you can go to hell. You and all your people can rot."
Jason smiled, handed the paper to Nick, and Nick hurried out of the room. As he had said moments ago, this was only the beginning—and that was true.
A few seconds after Nick left, some masked men approached with a cage containing rats inside.
"Put him on the table!"
"Yes, sir!"
Frank's eyes widened when he saw the rats inside. When he saw Aitor being untied, taken to the table, and then tied again, he wanted to say something but stopped himself.
What were these people trying to do? If they had already gotten the answers from someone they were torturing, what else were they looking for?
When that question crossed Frank's mind, a chill ran through his body and he said, "You're not planning to…"
Jason turned toward Frank and said, "You just realized? I told you, didn't I? This is only the beginning!"
With a blowtorch in hand, Jason told the soldiers to remove Aitor's shirt, and the cage with the rat inside was placed on Aitor's stomach.
But something very few noticed was that the cage on Aitor's stomach was designed so that the bottom could be removed, allowing the rat to make direct contact with the skin of the person tied to the table.
"Now it's your turn to answer questions, Frank!"
…
Outside the room, screams and curses could be heard constantly. Some of the soldiers glanced at each other and chose not to say anything. The legends told about Jason were terribly dark, and those who became his enemies were tortured in the worst ways.
Nick, who had left the room, walked toward the improvised command area and told the officer in charge, "Abraham, these are the directions to where the Fireflies' base is. Jason wants to know as soon as possible if there are people at that location."
Abraham took the paper and said, "Oh, you'll get those answers as soon as the drones move…"
But just as Nick was about to make a joke, a heart-wrenching roar echoed throughout the building.
"Nooooo!"