Shapuk is in poor health. He is very old. His body can''t afford any serious injury. Not to mention the way of extorting confessions with a certain injurious nature, such as electrocution and waterboarding. Even if you punch him a few times, you may be able to send him to the gods. In fact, the military has no way to fight such people, and intimidation doesn''t work, but today, they have found a very effective means, that is, family.


    A strong member of the blood dawn organization in his forties, under the pressure of being unable to bear torture and his family dying in front of him, said something he should not have said, such as where shapuk''s family went.


    Before the fall out between shapuk and mennon, he had sent his family to the Federation through some channels. During the years of cooperation with mennon, he also "earned" more or less money, which was enough for his family to live a rich life relative to ordinary people in the Federation. There is no perfect person in this world, even a Kadima whip like shapuk.


    People always have some weaknesses, or weaknesses. Family is often the weakness of most people.


    In order to provide a safe, stable and relatively prosperous life, shapuk once gave up some persistence in exchange for such a day.


    He won''t speak, not only because of his persistence and enthusiasm for blood dawn, but also because he, like all members of blood dawn organization, is afraid of the leader. He slowly closed his eyes and didn''t want to see these people around him again.


    "Mr. shapuk, I think you''d better cooperate with us. We don''t want to hurt anyone, but some people must pay for what they have done! This person is not you, and you don''t have to give up your right to love life for others.", the voice of the military officer in charge of the interrogation is very magnetic and not vicious at all. He looks like a very clean man in his thirties. The clean and tidy military uniform on him sets off his brilliant temperament. It is even more beautiful and attracts people''s attention than some models wearing fashionable clothes.


    After waiting for five minutes, shapuk still had no intention of confessing. Fatigue, intimidation and threats, most of the relatively mild means had been used, but shapuk still remained silent.


    The officer pursed his mouth and showed some helpless expression on his face. He put the pen in his hand on his notebook. "Today''s trial is over. I hope you can think it over when you rest. Don''t force us to use some dishonorable practices."


    Shapuk opened his eyes at this time, because the young man said the phrase "dishonour". People who can say this phrase often come from the bottom of society and have Gang background. He stared at the young officer for a few more eyes and closed his eyes. After a while, two soldiers wheeled shapuk back to a closed room, closed the door and left him alone.


    The next day, the third day and more, no one came to interrogate him. Until the fourth day, he was sent to the interrogation room again. Looking at the young familiar officer, shapuk remained silent.


    The young officer smiled at him and said good afternoon. With that, the mirror that occupied most of the wall in the room shrank into the wall, revealing a single-sided transparent glass. In another room, he saw his family. He didn''t show how shocked and frightened he was. He remained calm. He remained so calm after his arrest.


    "Your family, don''t you say hello to them?" the officer knocked on the transparent glass window with a smile. A burst of noise suddenly sounded in the room, but it soon subsided, "They can hear you. I respect your loyalty to the organization very much, but unfortunately not everyone is like you. In these days, we have received more valuable news. For us, the secrets you keep may not be as important as you think."


    "Dad... Is that you? Where is this?" suddenly his daughter''s voice came from the horn. On the other side of the glass window, a woman who looked in her 40s showed a surprised expression. It seemed that no one on the other side restricted their right to speak.


    Beside her, there were shapuk''s son-in-law, two grandchildren and a granddaughter. The family looked very frightened, and only his daughter remained calm.


    Shapuk tilted his head and kept looking at his family, but remained silent. The young officer smiled, reached out and knocked three times on the glass window. Two soldiers appeared in the glass window. One of them reached out and grabbed a grandson of shapuk. His family wanted to protect the child, but another soldier broke up with the butt of a gun. The child was taken close to the glass window Where the muzzle of the rifle was against the sobbing child''s head, the young officer smiled and said, "maybe in your mind, loyalty is more important to you than anything, including your family."


    "It seems that you are confident that you are a person who can keep secrets and be loyal, so let''s try it. I heard that you like your grandchildren very much. Is your loyalty more important or your grandchildren more important?" On the other side of the glass window, there were cries and cries of the family. Although shapuk''s daughter was crying, she said nothing. On the contrary, his son-in-law suddenly broke out.


    "Father, tell these bastards what they want to know, and then let''s leave here together! Nothing is more important than being together as a family. What can you do except make us fear and pain? Even if we all die here, the person you serve may not even know what happened here!", His son-in-law was crying.


    "Listen!" the young officer smiled and pointed to his son-in-law. "This is the choice that normal people should make."


    "You have a minute. If you can''t give me the answer I want in a minute, I''m very sorry. I may take the life of your grandson. I hope you can understand that this is also not what I want!"


    As time passed, shapuk''s eyes focused on his grandson''s face. There was no time. Shapuk finally spoke.


    His voice was very hoarse, full of rough particles, and especially low, "give me a pen!"


    "Thank God!" the son-in-law across the glass window folded his hands and bowed his head to thank all the gods. His children, including him and his family, don''t need to die.


    The young officer was very satisfied and put a pen and a piece of paper in front of shapuk. Shapuk picked up the pen and looked at the white paper. He didn''t write immediately, as if he was remembering something. The young officer didn''t urge him. He interrogated many people. He also knew that at this moment, shapuk''s inner world was full of guilt and the pleasure of betrayal. What we need now is to wait, wait for shapuk to take the initiative to ignite the pleasure of betrayal, and then write everything out.


    When a person moves from firm to uncertain, he is doomed to lose all his positions in the end. No one has ever changed this truth.


    After about five minutes, shapuk suddenly quickly held the pen in his hand with the tip of the pen facing up at a speed inconsistent with his age. The young officer suddenly showed a surprised look on his face. He couldn''t keep calm. He bent his legs and shook his body to make a sprint, but he was still a step slow!


    Shapuk did not hesitate to insert the nib deep into his throat. His occlusal muscles bulged high, and the loose skin on his face was more or less tight. The moment the tip of the pen pierced his throat, he held the pen in his hands and pushed it to the left. The sharp tip of the pen tore the muscle, and a sharp drum bag came out on the left neck. The drum bag was soon pierced, and blood gushed out of the blood vessel broken by the thickness of a pencil like a twisted faucet.


    The tip of the young officer''s finger had touched shapuk''s arm, but he knew it was too late.


    Although there are simple medical means here, the serious injury of cervical artery rupture can not be saved by the medical equipment here. There is no blood bank here, let alone a prepared blood bag. Shapuk calmly put the pen full of blood back on the table and pressed it on the top of the pure white paper. His eyes glittered with sarcasm, and the disgusting sarcasm on his face hurt the young officer''s heart.


    More than ten seconds later, with a thud, shapuk''s head hugged the desktop and never raised it again. On the bloody table, there was a particularly dazzling white paper. In addition to some blood stains, there was a pen with blood on the white paper.


    The young officer sat down in his chair. He took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. At this moment, he seemed unable to hear the sound from the horn. After he smoked about half a cigarette, his inner rage could no longer be suppressed. He fiercely stood up and kicked shapuk. The wheelchair slid back and opened a distance from the table. The old man fell on the ground.


    He turned his face sideways, but his face seemed to keep the ridicule of the moment before he died, with a dim look in his eyes and an empty panic.


    The young officer frantically beat shapuk''s body. After beating it for a while, he straightened up, simply sorted out his clothes, pushed the door and went out.


    About a few seconds later, he appeared in the room behind the glass window. With a pistol in his hand, he pulled the trigger at shapuk''s family without hesitation. Gunshots, screams and cries for help spread out, but he didn''t care at all. He was crazy to vent his anger and fear.


    What on earth can make this bastard willing to sacrifice his own and his family''s lives and keep that damn secret?!