General Carl Gerald immediately took a deep breath and stared at Lara Peterson.“I remember the raid on the east coast docks? Elite Divisions took out fifty of your smugglers in one night.”“Or the takedown in the mountains, where we blew up your weapons cache? Hundred men down.”Lara Peterson's eyes flickered immediately, but she stayed defiant. “Big deal. We bounced back.”General Carl Gerald kept going, his voice steady, listing mission after mission where they had actually dealt massively with the bad guys.“What about the operation in the desert base? We infiltrated, captured your leaders, shut down the whole network.”“Or the city siege, where we held off your forces for three days and wiped them out? The submarine intercept off the coast—sank your drug shipment worth millions.”Detective Steve immediately added in. “Don’t forget the forest ambush. We surrounded your camp, took no prisoners. Or the high-rise assault in the capital—repelled down buildings, cleared floor by floor

Elvis' voice immediately rose in panic as soon as he heard the deadly plans that Jason, the newly joined soldier had for him."No, no, please! I'll tell you what I can! Just don't hurt me!" His voice was laced with a mixture of confusion and anxiety.General Carl Gerald held up a hand to silence him.“See? He's already begging. But we can't trust that yet. Detective Steve, your idea—start with questions.”“If he holds out, Lieutenant Alex's cold method. Jason, save the heavy stuff for if that fails."“Which I hope for the goon’s sake, it doesn't fail at all.” General Carl Gerald immediately said.Detective Steve stepped closer to Elvis. "Alright, let's test him. Boy, who’s Lord Denver? Real name, location."Elvis immediately shook his head. "I don't know! They don't tell us peons that!"Jason slowly snorted, his face was etched in anger. "See? He's lying. Let me bend a finger—watch how fast he remembers."Lieutenant Alex sighed. "Jason, ease up. Give the questions a chance."The argu

"What in the world just happened?" General Carl Gerald burst out, his eyes wide as he stared at Elvis, who was chewing furiously on the blurry photos like they were his last meal.The room immediately fell into a stunned silence for a split second before everyone started talking at once.Detective Steve shook his head, stepping back in disbelief. "He... he just ate them? Those were our only leads! How did he even get his hands free enough to grab them like that?"Lieutenant Alex leaned forward, his face twisted in frustration. "This guy's tougher than we thought. Or crazier. Elvis, spit that out right now! You're making this worse for yourself!"Jason, the young soldier, clenched his fists, his voice rising above the others. "I told you all this was a bad idea from the start! He's not going to crack with photos or questions.”“Look at him—he's laughing through the paper shreds in his mouth. This whole thing smells like a setup!"General Carl Gerald rubbed his chin, trying to proces

General Carl Gerald's team continued arguing back and forth. Jason was still skeptical about the whole oath manipulation thing."Test the body. Drugs in system." Detective Steve immediately said,"Autopsy needed for this." Lieutenant Alex immediately took a deep breath before saying "Oath or fear?" Lara interjected constantly, defending the oath's strength.Finally, General Carl Gerald decided. "Jason, secure Elvis's body. Bag it, take it for tests. Blood samples especially—maybe hallucinogens brainwashing them."Jason immediately nodded, starting to untie the corpse. "On it, General Carl Gerald. If it's drugs, we can expose it."Lara sneered as he worked. "Tests? Won't change anything. And General? I'll find your daughter, Sara Gerald. Kill her slow. For slapping me."General Carl Gerald's face immediately hardened. "Threaten my family? You'll pay."Detective Steve stepped in. "Lara, why target Zaia Scott and Jasmine? What's so special?"She clammed up. "Wouldn't you like to know."L

"Got you now, you bald-headed Bruce," Detective Steve grunted as he slapped the heavy chains around Bruce's wrists, tightening them immediately.Bruce, still clutching his bleeding leg where General Carl Gerald's bullet had grazed him, snarled up at the detective, his face twisted in rage and pain."You think this ends here?" Bruce spat, his voice low and venomous, like a cornered animal ready to strike. "Carl Gerald, I'll kill you myself. Slow and painful. I'll make your life a living hell before I'm done."General Carl Gerald stood a few feet away, his pistol still smoking slightly from the shot, surrounded by the fresh wave of Elite Divisions Military units soldiers who had just stormed in to turn the tide. He let out a short bark of a laugh, shaking his head. "Threats from a man on his knees? Save your breath, Bruce. You've lost. Your goons are scattered or dead, and you're chained up like the dog you are."Lieutenant Alex, wiping sweat from his brow as he holstered his weapon,