Chapter 125: Interrogation
Andrea ran the fastest. Arriving close, she looked at Caesar with shining eyes and couldn't help but speak. "Caesar, you're amazing."
Never having heard Andrea's praise before, Caesar glanced at her with surprise. "Thanks."
"Strip their clothes off and throw them in the trunk."
Caesar ordered T-Dog.
T-Dog's hands and feet were nimble, and he had great strength. He quickly tore off both men's clothing and bound them with rope.
Caesar didn't use the handcuffs from the police car. After all, these were two veteran cops—they might very well have the ability to unlock handcuffs. Better to tie them up thoroughly to put his mind at ease.
The two burly men were thrown into the trunk. T-Dog deliberately arranged the naked pair in a front-back position.
Watching this made Andrea and Carol burst into stifled laughter. Caesar was also covered in black lines. "Let's go, let's go, get in the car."
After the four boarded, they drove the vehicle quickly back to where the squad had dispersed.
The surroundings were quite secluded—an abandoned factory. Plants broke through the cement ground, growing wild. The walls were old and damaged, few window panes intact. It possessed both vigorous life and utter dilapidation.
Driving the police car inside, Caesar looked around.
Several armored vehicles had disappeared—apparently gone to hunt down alerted enemies.
Seeing the boss return, Morales stepped forward and thoughtfully opened the car door for Caesar, standing respectfully behind him.
"How's the situation?" Caesar inquired.
Morales reported, "Currently, most squad members who separated haven't found target vehicles yet. A small portion who found them let the targets escape due to impatience."
"So the armored vehicles deployed."
Then Morales looked at his watch. "The armored vehicles have unrestricted firepower—they have heavy machine guns and RPGs. They should finish the battle soon."
"For missions with such high demands on combat personnel, currently only you've completed one, and completed it with high quality at that."
Morales lowered his head, saying these flattering words expressionlessly.
Caesar's mouth corners lifted. Well well, even you with your thick eyebrows and honest eyes have learned to say brown-nosing words.
Still quite pleasant to hear though.
T-Dog stared fixedly at Morales and the boss, eyes wide as oxen, wearing an expression of serious study.
"T-Dog, drag them out."
"Oh, okay boss."
T-Dog struggled to open the trunk. His eyes met the two men's wide-open stares. They lay in the trunk maintaining an embarrassing position, their old faces bright red.
"Good morning." T-Dog grinned, his large hand reaching toward them.
Two dull thuds—the pair were thrown on the ground. Surrounding combat members stepped forward to drag the two.
Armored vehicles returned one after another, also continuously departing. Mission completion wasn't going well.
Caesar didn't wait for all squad members to return. He directly had squad members go outside and bring in two walkers.
The two men were bound very securely, almost unable to move, sitting back-to-back on the dusty ground of the abandoned factory.
Caesar, T-Dog, Morales, and others all watched them.
"Boss, the walkers are brought back." A combat squad member jogged close to Caesar, reporting quietly.
Caesar nodded. "Drag them over directly."
The two men's voices weren't small. The already terrified policemen's eyes widened, their gagged mouths producing muffled sounds, their bodies twisting uneasily.
Two walkers missing their arms, necks controlled by catch poles, were slowly pulled close.
The policemen looked at the walkers, their faces extraordinarily panicked, wriggling outward a bit.
Caesar beckoned to Morales.
Morales stepped forward and yanked the gag from one policeman's mouth.
"Sir, we don't know each other—what's this about?"
"Right, right, we've never even met."
The two men defended themselves, speaking over each other.
Before they could say more, Morales stepped forward with a fierce kick, stepping on one man's back and pressing forward with his body weight.
That man let out a miserable cry. The intense pain from his back made him beg for mercy. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have talked too much. Please let me go."
"Whatever you want to know, I'll tell you everything. Ask me anything."
The other man's eyes widened as he shouted loudly, "Jordan, you traitor! You wait—when I get back I'll tell..."
Smack—a whip kick struck directly on this man's mouth.
"Mm... ahhh—"
The man rolled on the ground several times, face toward the floor, drool mixed with bloody foam flowing down together. Several broken teeth also fell out.
The pain in his mouth prevented him from speaking momentarily. He could only groan in pain while looking toward the instigator—T-Dog.
T-Dog had no intention of stopping. He strode close to the man, punching and kicking with heavy hands and feet. In an instant, the man passed out.
Caesar's gaze turned toward John. "So, John, what can you tell me that would be interesting?"
Caesar's mouth corners lifted slightly, his tone light and pleasant.
John looked at Morales behind him who'd released him, then at his companion's miserable state. His eyes dodged a few times before he still spoke. "Sir, we're from Grady Memorial Hospital."
"Our leader is called Dawn Lerner."
"..."
John quickly explained clearly the personnel composition of Grady Memorial Hospital. It wasn't much different from what Caesar knew.
The leader was still Dawn. The original Dr. Steven, the ambitious second-in-command, and that perverted violator Gorman were all there.
Caesar straightened his body and asked, "Have you killed people? How many? Why?"
When asking this, Caesar's gaze was piercing, looking directly at John.
John froze for a moment, as if in an instant seeing his former self—Atlanta's upright little cop, not high in rank but with a heart that hated evil.
His former self had glowed all over, scorching the sin now wrapped around John's current body. He unconsciously avoided Caesar's gaze.
But he honestly confessed, "We often abduct survivors from the Atlanta area, whether wanderers or people with groups. When they're alone, we ram them unconscious."
"We bring them back to camp, heal them, then coerce them into working."
Caesar's eyes narrowed. "What work?"
John bent his waist, head hanging very low, his voice somewhat trembling. "Cooking, cleaning, washing clothes, even... helping us bathe, satisfying... satisfying some physiological needs!"
Andrea's temper was quite explosive. She immediately charged forward, but Carol beside her was quick-eyed and grabbed Andrea.
"Carol, let me go! I'm going to kill him."
Andrea struggled with hands and feet, teeth bared and claws out, wanting to grab that man.
Carol's strength was less than Andrea's and she was dragged forward. "Stop making trouble."
Caesar glanced at Andrea. The calm look in his eyes stabbed at Andrea, instantly dragging her back from her fury.