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Chapter 154: Seeking Death!

The ancient underground air-raid facility is dark, cold and damp.

Walker, with his limbs restrained on a steel operating table, felt a chill in his heart as he looked at the various tools on the mobile workbench.

Walker struggled hard for a few times, but found it was useless. His limbs were fixed very tightly and he couldn't get free at all.

"Hehehe, hahaha!"

Looking at Roy who was changing his clothes, Walker actually laughed. The laughter gradually died down and his eyes turned cold: "You pierced my armpit with a steel needle. Are you taking revenge on me for piercing that kid's armpit with a steel needle?"

Wearing a green sterile surgical gown, an anti-hair loss surgical cap, a medical mask and goggles, Roy walked to the workbench and pressed the play button on the VCD player.

Playing track: I Like Girls-Coolio.

A very rhythmic rap was heard in the workshop, and Roy's body swayed to the rhythm of the drums.

Hearing the rap coming from the workshop behind him, Mahone turned around and looked into the workshop. Seeing Roy swaying his body to the rhythm of the drums, he was frightened. He understood that the more relaxed Roy was and the more indifferent he acted, the more afraid and terrified Walker would be. This was a psychological game that could easily break the opponent's defense.

In front of Walker, Roy shook his body slightly and sprayed alcohol spray around the operating table with a pressurized alcohol spray bottle for simple emergency sterilization and to reduce dust in the air.

Putting down the pressurized alcohol spray bottle, Roy carefully washed his hands with soap, rinsed the soap off his hands with running water, and then soaked his hands in ethanol.

The prelude to the operation is very important. It will bring great psychological pressure to Walker because he doesn't know what this guy is going to do. Suspicion and guesswork will infinitely magnify the fear, thus easily breaking the other party's psychological defenses.

Roy pulled his hands out of the ethanol soaking solution and began to use NICOLER hand disinfectant for the final disinfection. While disinfecting, he said: "You shouldn't have treated Oscar like that. When you pierced his armpit with a steel needle, you should have thought about now."

Walker narrowed his eyes and stared at Roy with cold eyes: "I should have killed him at that time."

Roy walked up to Walker and looked down at him: "Do you think I won't be able to find you if you kill him?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Roy picked up a cloth soaked in iodine solution and began to wipe Walker's entire body. The iodine solution flowed onto the stainless steel table, quickly gathered together, flowed along the slope into the reserved holes, and finally flowed into the plastic bucket under the operating table.

"what would you like?"

Walker's breathing suddenly became rapid.

"Don't be nervous. You have the right to terminate the operation at any time, but the prerequisite is that you have to tell me something." Roy checked the angle of the mirror directly above Walker's face. "This angle is pretty good."

Walker: “…”

Through the reflection of the suspended mirror, Walker can see every part of his body. It is easy to imagine the pressure this situation brings to him...

Even so, Walker did not give in immediately. After all, he had seen everything in his more than ten years of career as an agent, and this was not the first time he was arrested and interrogated.

"I'm going to start."

Roy glanced at Walker's face, then picked up the sterile scalpel.

"Remember, you can stop at any time!"

Coming to Walker's feet, Roy used a scalpel to cut open the epidermis. Because there was no anesthesia, a sharp pain was transmitted to the brain through the nerves. Walker clenched his teeth and stood still.

"You know what? If you swap the tendons that connect the five toes, something interesting will happen. When you control the big toe, another toe will move, forcing your brain to relearn and adapt to the new connection method."

"Ah!!!" Walker screamed.

Without anesthesia, Walker's tendons were cut abruptly, and beads of sweat the size of beans quickly formed on his forehead. This kind of sore feeling is really not something that ordinary people can endure.

"It's almost done, I'm already getting stitches!"

Walker's eyes rolled up and he was about to faint.

Roy injected Walker with an adrenaline injection: "Adrenaline will help you relieve the pain. Although the pain will be reduced, your visual sense will not disappear."

The next second, Walker closed his eyes.

Roy picked up the eye expander and forcibly opened Walker's eyelids.

"Fuck!!" Walker yelled.

"Okay, okay, try it, move your toes!"

"Damn it, what have you done? I will not let you go. I just forced Oscar. He is just an insignificant gang member. You treated a senior CIA agent like this for a street gang member. Aren't you afraid of retaliation from the CIA?" Walker panted.

"Revenge? How to take revenge? Someone in your group wants you to disappear, otherwise why do you think the White Widow would betray you?" Roy said.

"What? What are you talking about?" Walker raised his head and looked at Roy who was standing at his feet.

Roy said calmly, "You should know my identity and name very well. I think you also know my father's name. I just want to know the details of Operation Jacob and why you are monitoring me. That's all. In fact, there is not much hatred between us."

Walker persisted for a while, and finally, due to excessive physical exhaustion, he slowly lowered his head, looked at Roy through the mirror hanging above his head, and said, "Tell me, who wants me to disappear."

Roy moved his feet to the knees, looked at Walker's knees, and said, "I don't know about that. That's your internal matter. I just happen to want you too. Vanessa can sell you for double the price."

"This bastard..." Walker cursed.

Roy continued, "Do you know? There was an ancient foreigner named Sun Bin. Thousands of years ago, his patella was taken away."

"What are you going to do?" Walker's body began to tremble violently, his knees turned outward, and he looked at Roy in the mirror with fear.

"What I want to know is very simple. Tell me everything you know, tell me about Jacob, otherwise I will turn you into a woman, although I have never performed such an operation..."

Walker: “…”

Roy raised his hand to cut the skin on Walker's knee.

"Wait!!!" Walker stopped Roy.

Roy turned his head and looked at Walker: "Have you figured it out?"

Walker gasped: "I told you, I told you."

Roy walked to Walker's head and said, "Speak!"

Walker turned his head and looked at Roy: "Operation Jacob is to send someone close to you and gain your trust, that's all..."

"Haha!" Roy laughed. "I think you are insulting my intelligence. Since the name of the operation is Operation Jacob, it must be related to Jacob."

Roy is back on Walker’s knee.

Walker raised his head and looked at Roy again, shouting: "Really, I didn't lie to you, that's because Jacob is dead, you are Jacob's son."

Roy ignored Walker and continued cutting...

"what!!!"

The heart-wrenching screams were heard again.

Ma Hong outside felt his heart skip a beat and quickly lit a cigarette to calm his heart rate.

"I'm telling the truth. Jacob's operation is to get close to you and gain your trust. No matter what Alia said to you, I'm telling the truth." Walker shouted.

"Alia?"

"It's Isabella..."

Roy stopped and asked, "Tell me everything you know about Jacob."

Walker was breathing heavily, his eyes were wandering, his brain subconsciously moved his big toe, and then it was indeed his little toe that moved.

Walker said: "He is your father. He is not just a bank clerk. He has another identity..."

Returning to Walker's head, Roy stared into Walker's eyes: "What else is his identity?"

Walker swallowed and said, "If I tell you everything I know, I don't expect you to let me go. I just ask you to give me a quick death."

Roy held a scalpel in his left hand and a hammer in his right hand: "Okay, as long as you tell us everything, the light of humanity will illuminate your way to heaven."

Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, Walker said, "Jacob's true identity is an intelligence technician from the CIA Intelligence Division."

Hearing this, Roy's mind resurfaced with memories of the past. In his memory, his father was often on business trips, and would be gone for weeks at a time.

Sure enough...the matter behind the car accident is not simple at all.

Roy stared into Walker's eyes: "He's just an intelligence technician?"

Walker nodded: "Yes."

No, Roy noticed that there was something wrong here. If it was just an intelligence technician from the CIA Intelligence Department, he could just kill him if there was a problem. Then why were they monitoring me?
"Tell me, what level does he belong to among you?"

Walker replied: "It's just an ordinary intelligence technician. We have hundreds of people in the same position."

Roy's eyes narrowed slightly. "He's just an ordinary intelligence technician. Is it necessary for you to go to so much trouble? Also, did the CIA kill him?"

Walker shook his head: "I don't know if it was one of our people who killed him. I really don't know. I was only responsible for monitoring you and my people were responsible for approaching you. That's all. I'm telling the truth."

Roy asked, "Do you know him?"

Walker continued to shake his head: "I am from the Field Service. There are too many technical personnel in the Intelligence Department. I don't know him. I haven't even met him."

"I think you're hiding something from me."

With that, Roy returned to Walker's knee.

"No, no, no, that's all I know. Before taking over this mission, I was in Europe. Oh, here are some details... "

After organizing his words, Walker continued:
"Before this, Operation Jacob was to send a female agent to approach you. My superiors did not tell me the specific follow-up actions. I asked Alia to change her appearance and pretend to be a Spanish stripper because we found in previous observations that you often go to the strip club called ShowGirl."

Roy looked at Walker with cold eyes.

Walker rolled his throat and continued, "After Alia had plastic surgery to look like Isabella, she started working there, and then it was natural for her to be with you. That was the original mission, until a few days ago, when Isabella reported that you hadn't looked for her recently and suspected that you had a new woman."

"On that day, my superiors suddenly informed me that they would increase the level of surveillance on you and wanted to know what you usually say."

Roy knew what Walker said. No. 91 had already told him. After thinking for a while, Roy asked, "Why did your superior suddenly change the content of the operation?"

Walker said: "I don't know, he didn't tell me, but I guess it may be related to the sudden disappearance of Gordon Fury, your director."

"Oh? Is it related to Gordon?" Roy looked puzzled.

Walker nodded:

"The NYPD issued an announcement that Gordon Fury was suspected of committing a duty-related crime and had fled to Mexico. Because Gordon Fury has a special relationship with you, I think the higher-ups have noticed something unusual. Our agents once went to Mexico to look for Gordon, but found nothing..."

"The higher-ups probably suspect that Gordon is dead, and escaping from the Federation is just a cover-up. Of course, that's my analysis as well. If Gordon is dead, it means you have most likely defected to someone else."

After listening to Walker's words, Roy frowned slightly:
"Rely on someone else? Do you know Gordon's other identity?"

(End of this chapter)