Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!-Chapter 496 - 277: The Cruel Truth_2

For his feigned death, Brian was unmoved.

He returned to his seat and patted Green’s shoulder, "Green, come on, you tell me, why is he so sure I’m slandering him?"

"Because he knows the truth of the matter, that’s why he’s so certain..."

Green said and then rose from his seat, speechless.

He’d been fooled by the performance of a murderer!

Damn it.

He made Brian the boss into a laughingstock!

Twisting his neck, Green said, "Boss Brian, let me take it from here!"

Brian pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a deep drag, and leaned back, propping up his feet, settling into a comfortable position to watch the show, and nodded, "Mmm, let’s see your performance."

A hideous smile appeared on Green’s face.

He walked over to Maggsi, dragged him back to the chair, and locked him in place.

"What are you guys doing!" Maggsi said nervously.

"What?"

"Fucking you up!"

Green replied fiercely.

He had been with the NW organization for several months now.

He had gone from a law-abiding patrol officer to a bad cop, and had learned quite a few tricks!

The bastard had treated him like a fool!

Well, he didn’t need to treat the other man like a human either!

After securing Maggsi in place, Green turned on the dazzling "Blinding Light," glaring viciously at Maggsi, who was still threatening to get an injury inspection, "Don’t worry, I guarantee there won’t be any injuries on your body next!"

This kind of spotlight was a real godsend.

The light was so intense; even closed eyes could not escape it, and with several of them, looking down did nothing.

Light after light was switched on.

Secured on the chair, Maggsi let out a furious curse, "You beasts are committing a crime. I can’t see, I can’t see! You’re killing me!"

Green, wearing sunglasses, explained patiently to Maggsi, "Calm down, buddy. This thing is called ’Blinding Light.’ Shined on you for about ten minutes, and you’ll become blind, so you won’t die, you’ll just become blind at most, see? I didn’t lay a hand on you. I just thought the room was a little dim and turned on a few more lights."

Maggsi... What do you mean just blind, not dead?

He was scared and pleaded, "I confess, I did it, I killed them, we had a conflict, so I took the chance and shot them, then buried them in an unoccupied house. Afterwards, I was afraid of exposure, so I bought that house. I confess, oh God, I confess, turn off those lights!"

Click—

The sound of the lights turning off rang, and Maggsi opened his eyes in surprise, but his vision was still a red blur, and he couldn’t see clearly.

Green wasn’t in a hurry.

He waited a few minutes.

Seeing Maggsi’s tears streaming and his eyes rotating, he knew the man was regaining some sight.

Green took out a piece of paper and a glass of water and said with a smile, "I’m glad you confessed, but I do not accept it. You’re playing games with me, and that makes me very angry, so I’m going to play some new games with you!"

Maggsi blinked his still blurry eyes, weak and desperate, "I’ve already confessed, you—mmph!"

A piece of paper was slapped over his face, followed by cold water pouring down, quickly soaking the special paper.

The paper absorbed water and stuck tightly to Maggsi’s face, sealing his nose and mouth, as he emitted struggling sounds from his throat.

Green was indifferent.

He methodically covered Maggsi’s face with sheet after sheet, preventing Maggsi from breaking the paper in his struggle.

This technique, he had learned it from boss Brian.

Green had experienced it himself before.

All he could say was that it was terrifying, desperate, and very fitting for use in an interrogation room.

This tactic wasn’t designed to kill the interrogatee but to cause them to become psychologically broken from continuous oxygen deprivation, making them more amenable to questioning.

Of course, this was torture.

Only when Maggsi’s legs kicked out straight and the veins in his neck bulged hideously did Green rip the paper off and throw it to the floor.

"Huff, huff, huff~"

Maggsi breathed hurriedly.

He breathed with both nose and mouth, feeling as if he had just crawled up from "Hell."

Yet in Green’s hands appeared another set of papers and water.

He smiled at the terrified Maggsi, "Wrong information is the key to flipping a case, and can also apply for judicial intervention, thereby negating all the suspicions we found and exonerating you.

It seems you had considered being caught before you committed the crime.

Smart move.

Of course, your cleverness has angered me!

You think I’m a fool!"

Saying this, he leisurely covered Maggsi’s face with paper again.

"NO!"

"Don’t do it! For God’s sake, stop!"

Maggsi was on the brink of collapse, crying, "I say, however you want me to say it, just don’t torture me anymore, I have a lot of underlying diseases, I feel like I am about to die."

"Wrong answer!"

Anger flashed in Green’s eyes as he repeated his previous actions.

This bastard was still trying to trick him!

Too cunning, too disgusting!

On the interrogation table.

Brian crushed the burned-out cigarette, surrounded by smoke, admiring Green’s actions.

Not bad, not bad at all.

Although this guy sometimes had a soft heart, under his tutelage, he was finally showing some promise.

Brian was satisfied.

...

After several repetitions.

Maggsi was nearly out of breath.

He felt like his head was going to explode, and he was becoming delirious.

Feeling the time was about right.

Green wiped his palms and asked again, "Tell me, how did you kill those poor people?"

"With drugs... I had them dig a hole, then treated them to spiked drinks..."