Chapter 98
Words:1533Update:22/06/28 12:11:31
"My head hurts! Where am I? "
Berroumebé slowly opened his eyes. His vision was dim. It seemed to be a closed room. Next to him was an iron bed. On top of it was a half-curled figure.
His feet were tied up with ropes. His hands were also tied behind his back. In Berroumebé's eyes, the whole person was curled up into a ball.
"Yarlin?"
Berroumebé vaguely recognized the other person's lowered head. He touched the back of his head and stretched out his hand. There was a pool of blood on it. His face suddenly showed a look of horror.
"Why am I here? What happened? "
The fragments before he fainted flashed through his mind like intermittent slides. He remembered that Yarlin told him that he seemed to have found the body of a missing officer. Then he followed Yarlin to an alley and happened to see two Marines digging the ground.
He was a little far away, so he couldn't see clearly. But the two Marines' actions were quite sneaky. Then, they seemed to be burying something. At this time, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. He fell to the ground. The next thing he remembered was darkness. When he woke up, he was in front of him.
"So, I was knocked out?"
The back of Bellu Mayber's head was still throbbing with pain. At this time, his consciousness was slowly recovering his ability to think. Then, he found that his right foot was shackled by an iron chain. The other end of the chain was tied to the steel bed. His face sank. Just as he was about to move, he heard footsteps coming from the door.
He quickly stopped and closed his eyes, pretending to be unconscious.
The door was pushed open. A figure in a Marine uniform came in. He looked inside and then closed the door again. "It's okay. They are still unconscious. I hit them hard. They won't wake up so soon."
Berroumebé slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the closed door and his face suddenly became pale. He just pretended to be unconscious and opened his eyes. He vaguely saw that the figure was wearing a Marine uniform. As for the face, it was very blurry. It didn't seem to be a human face, but a strange mask.
"Do you think they saw it?" Another voice came from behind the door. Berroumebé pricked up his ears to listen.
"It's hard to say. It's not too far away. Maybe they saw us moving the bodies."
"What should we do? Should I get rid of it? "
"That's Berroumebé we're talking about. Forget it, let's wait for Lieutenant Colonel Satoni to come and deal with it. Damn it, how unlucky. How could he have happened to see us?"
"In my opinion, now that we've kidnapped Berroumebé, Lieutenant Colonel Satoni can use him to threaten Colonel Monca. When that happens, won't the entire Navy Branch 153 have Lieutenant Colonel Satoni completely under their control?"
The two Marines at the door took off their masks and looked at the pale and frightened Berroumebé through the crack of the door. Their voices were getting smaller and smaller.
"Moving the bodies, Lieutenant Colonel Satoni, threatening … …"
A series of words entered Berroumebé's ears. His eyes trembled violently. His heart was cold. His teeth chattered uncontrollably as he looked at Yarlin. He reached out to touch him carefully, but there was no reaction. He was still unconscious.
"Damn it!"
At this moment, he heard some footsteps coming from outside. He turned his head and looked behind him. There was a window covered in dust above his head. He quietly squatted down and carefully peeked outside with only a pair of eyes.
Kacha Kacha … …
The sound of digging could be heard. The soil on the surface was shoveled away, revealing the dark layer underneath. The corner of the sack was exposed. The sack was pulled out, and the smell of rotting corpses rushed into his nose.
"Open the sack." Satoni ordered with a trembling voice.
The sack was opened, revealing a rotten corpse that no longer resembled a human. Sartoni inexplicably heaved a sigh of relief. The corpse had been rotten for more than a week, so it couldn't be Bellu Mayber.
He let out a long sigh, then looked up at the low building in front of him. His eyes shrank. He saw that behind the window on the second floor, there was a blurry head looking over here.
"Someone is peeping!"
The moment they looked at each other, Berroumebé's heart jumped to his throat. Although the window was covered in thick dust and the scene outside was blurred, but when he thought of the words he just eavesdropped, Berroumebé immediately recognized that the person downstairs was Lieutenant Colonel Satoni.
He was directing a few marines to dig up the corpse. He wanted to move the buried corpse. Then, he saw Lieutenant Colonel Satoni suddenly raise his head. His eyes were fierce and cruel as he looked at him. He opened his mouth as if he was angrily roaring at him.
Berroumebé retracted his head in panic. He tripped on the iron chain under his feet and fell heavily to the ground. The door was pushed open, and a tall man wearing a marine mask walked in quickly. His voice was filled with anger: "Damn it, you saw everything. You're courting death!"
Bang!
The heavy stick rapidly enlarged in Berroumebé's eyes. His vision turned black, and he fell heavily to the ground.
At the same time Berroumebé was knocked unconscious on the ground, the figure tied to the iron bed suddenly raised his head. He opened his indifferent and strange eyes and squeezed out a cold smile: "Csónitz, you hit too hard. If you killed him with a stick, this game will never end."
"I'm very careful. I'm sure he's just unconscious." Taking off his mask, Csónitz squatted down. Out of caution, he still checked Berroumebé's breath.
"Drag him to another room." Yarlin still maintained his curled up body and said indifferently.
The iron door downstairs was pushed open. The sound of the iron door and the ground rubbing against each other echoed in the hole. A series of hurried footsteps came upstairs.
Csónitz and another Freemason moved Berroumebé to a room on the second floor. Yarlin twisted his hands behind his back to break the ropes. He then slowly untied the ropes on his feet and walked down from the bed to the ground to stretch his wrists.
Satoni was the first to rush in. When he saw Yarlin, he froze for a moment: "You're here … Was the person by the window just now you?"
"Oh?" Yarlin slowly walked towards Satoni with an indifferent smile on his face: "Just now, it wasn't me just now!"
"Then who was it?"
Satoni looked at the strange expression on Yarlin's face and finally realized that something was wrong. He subconsciously took a step back.
"It's Berroumebé!"
The shocking answer stunned Satoni. His mind was a mess of thoughts, but his body had already fallen into an ice cave.
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