Chapter 873 -873 The Truth
‘Not bad,’ she thought. ‘He’d make a fine spy… or even one of my own.’ A smirk tugged at her lips as she silently took a liking to him. She saw potential, someone worth grooming for her elite squad. But for now, she simply watched, curious to see how far he could go on his own.
“Then speak,” Kisha said coolly after a long pause, watching the trembling officer on the ground as he finally found his bearings. Terrified that another moment of hesitation would earn him another electric shock, he scrambled to open his mouth.
“Don’t you dare say a word, or you’ll be executed! You know the code!” the Commander General barked, his voice hoarse but threatening.
Before he could finish, the younger officer, unflinching in his role, slammed the electric baton into the Commander General again, sending him writhing on the floor in agony.
The trembling officer flinched at the sight but didn’t waste another second. Driven by fear and the sharp scent of burnt flesh in the air, he finally spoke.
“C-Coming here was just a cover,” the officer stammered, his voice shaking. “We did need supplies, but as you said, the military warehouses and granaries back in the capital are still stocked. The real reason we stopped at your base was to assert control… to establish dominance, so in the future, we could use your base as a pawn to funnel more supplies to us while we stayed comfortable in the capital.”
He took a shaky breath, speaking quickly, terrified that even a moment’s hesitation might earn him more pain. “But our main objective wasn’t City B. We were en route to City A. The other routes were either blocked off or too dangerous, and since City B has an active base, we believed this would be the safest path through.”
Kisha’s brows knit tightly together, her expression hardening. A shadow passed over her face. “Why do you need to go to City A?” she asked, her voice now ice-cold. Her bloodlust began to seep into the room, thick and suffocating, because she already had a dark suspicion about what they were after.
The officer visibly trembled under Kisha’s oppressive aura, sweat beading on his forehead as he stammered, “T-There was an emergency broadcast, wasn’t there? The one that went out nationwide, and maybe even to other countries, through satellite transmission? We detected—”
“Shut your mouth!!!” the Commander General roared, cutting him off with a furious glare.
But before he could go on, Kisha’s cold eyes flicked to Fred. Without a word, she signaled with a slight nod. Fred understood immediately, he grabbed the Commander General by the collar and dragged him out.
“Take him to the yard,” she said icily. “Teach him a lesson. I’ll deal with him later.” Kisha said as she thought. ‘I still have questions about the experiments.’
Moments later, agonized squeals echoed from outside. Kisha had left the window slightly ajar on purpose, letting the sounds filter back into the room like a warning bell. The officers, still kneeling before her, went pale. The message was clear: hiding anything would only make things worse. And so, the frightened officer continued, no longer needing any more encouragement to speak.
“The capital detected satellite activity… and the people who sent the warning claimed to be from a base in City A,” the officer confessed through tears, his voice shaky and hoarse. “So we figured… if we could locate that base and seize control of their broadcasting room, we could tap into the satellite feed. Even if we couldn’t use it to spy globally, we could at least hijack it to spread propaganda, to make people follow us, pay tribute, fall in line… all without wasting manpower or force.”
His shoulders trembled as he spoke, his body already battered from the earlier beatings. Every movement sent fresh waves of pain through him, especially the burns from the electric baton. Being shocked while wet had made the pain unbearable, like fire crawling over his skin. He couldn’t take any more. He hated this, hated the pain, the fear, the helplessness. And that desperation finally broke his resistance.
Hearing the officer’s words, Kisha’s expression darkened. She remembered clearly, before the GeoStorm hit, she had ordered Keith to use the broadcasting room to send out a global warning through the satellite network, urging people to evacuate.
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