"Damn it, who are you?"
Upon awakening, Yellen, who had undergone professional training, instantly understood his predicant.
However, the tough ropes bound around him and his unclothed body made him frown involuntarily.
Even though I don't rember how I got here, it doesn't stop from imdiately planning an escape route in my mind.
After scanning his surroundings, his mind raced as he rapidly formulated thoughts, but he kept a placid expression as he stared intently at the figures in front of him, cloaked in black robes and wearing white masks.
"Mr. Yellen, we have a few matters we'd like you to answer," one of the robed figures said, striding forward, his voice low.
Yellen was silent for a mont, then forced a smile and said, "Please, ask away!"
I know my situation is grave. After weighing my options, I'd better cooperate. Working in this special departnt, I'm well aware that I couldn't possibly hold out under torture. It's better to cooperate from the start and at least temporarily avoid physical pain. As for the truthfulness of the information I reveal, well, that remains to be seen.
Seemingly surprised that the middle-aged man was so accommodating, the robed figures exchanged glances before suddenly bursting into laughter.
Not understanding why they were laughing, Yellen found the sound grating, and his heart tightened. Their reaction is completely different from what I anticipated!
"What... what are you laughing at?" Yellen asked.
The robed figure ignored Yellen's question, instead taking out a photo and holding it in front of him.
The mont Yellen saw the photo's contents, his pupils contracted.
"You... you're Exorcists from the Exorcism Agency?" he cried out, his previous calm completely shattered. Shouldn't it be so terrorist organization? I never imagined people from a legitimate company would kidnap a federal governnt official. This should be the work of terrorists!
The robed figure didn't respond to Yellen's guess, instead reaching out and slapping him across the face.
SLAP!
Yellen's other cheek instantly turned bright red and visibly began to swell.
"Take a good look. Do you recognize anything in here?" the robed figure's voice was cold, as ruthless as his actions.
Looking at the robed figure's emotionless, cold eyes, I don't dare blurt out the lie I'd prepared. Yellen's lips trembled, and the throbbing pain on his cheek made the corner of his eye twitch.
Seeing Yellen remain silent, the robed figure let out a derisive snort. "It seems our Director Yellen needs a little help!"
With that, the robed figure reached out and pressed two fingers against the sides of Yellen's head.
"You're quite lucky. This is a technique I learned from soone else and then modified extensively. Originally, it could only be used against Exorcists, but now..."
The robed figure didn't continue, but in the next second, Yellen understood his aning.
I don't know what it is, but sothing is continuously flowing into my body from his fingertips. Itchy! So incredibly itchy! It feels as if countless ants have suddenly appeared in my head, gnawing ceaselessly at my brain. As ti passes, the ants multiply, as if the space in my brain is no longer enough for them. The ants are crawling downwards—my neck, chest, abdon... In monts, not an inch of my skin can escape this unbearable itch. Moreover, the ants are gnawing inwards. Soon, my internal organs are overrun. From top to bottom, inside and out, itching is the only sensation I can feel.
"UGH... HUH... HUH..."
Yellen's entire body turned crimson, veins bulging as he convulsed uncontrollably. Even passing out beca an impossible wish, because that power was constantly stimulating his brain, forcing him to remain conscious.
Ti passed, second by second. Finally, just a mont before Yellen reached his physical limit, the robed figure abruptly retracted his fingers.
"Don't worry, I won't let you die just yet!"
Looking down at the pool of fluids that had ford beneath Yellen, the robed figure sneered and shook his head. "So many Exorcists have died. How could we let you die so easily?"
By now, I finally understand why these people kidnapped . If I don't handle this right, I'm probably going to die here!
"I... I was just following orders! And... that Bizarre really had nothing to do with !" Yellen stamred.
Seeing Yellen try to shift all the bla, the robed figure grabbed his throat.
"Mr. Yellen, surely you don't think we're so kind of righteous heroes who care about not involving the innocent, do you?"
"Besides, you're hardly an innocent party yourself!"
The iron-like fingers gradually tightened. Yellen struggled to breathe, and his face, which had just regained so color, flushed crimson once more.
Fortunately, the robed figure was rely teaching Yellen a lesson and released his grip after about ten seconds.
"COUGH... COUGH COUGH..."
"Oct... Oct Drakelous! He's the one you're looking for! Everything I did was under his orders!" Yellen gasped for air. The repeated near-death experiences left him unable to think straight, so he blurted out the na of the person who had been pulling the strings.
All this suffering today... it's all because of that man's orders. My chances of getting out of this alive are slim. I can't let him get away scot-free. If I die, you're coming with !
"He's..." Yellen began to explain the man's identity, but the robed figure cut him off with a dismissive wave.
"Oct Drakelous. Deputy Director of the FBI. Your direct superior. Did you think we wouldn't know?"
Abducting Yellen was clearly not a spur-of-the-mont decision; his connections had naturally been investigated. Especially since his place of work was such a unique agency.
"However, it was rely a suspicion before. Now, thanks to you, we've confird it!"
Pleased, the robed figure patted Yellen's shoulder. Just as he was about to ask more questions, a figure suddenly rushed into the warehouse from outside.
"The FBI's hounds have tracked us here!"
Hearing this, the lead robed figure frowned and placed his hand back on Yellen's neck.
"In your next life, rember one thing: ordinary people should stay far away from the supernatural world. It's not sothing you can touch."
With that, a sharp CRACK! echoed, and Yellen's head slumped heavily.
"Let's go! Now's not the ti to get tangled up with them!"
"These hounds aren't very strong, but their noses sure are sharp!"
The lead robed figure didn't speak, just gave a scornful chuckle.
Next target: Oct Drakelous.
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