Evelyn Peary hesitated for a moment, her lips tightly pursed.
Her eyebrows furrowed deeply, and it took her a long time to decide to speak.
"I received a phone call."
It was Yancy Hastings' voice on the phone.
Of course, it wasn't Yancy Hastings who made the call because Yancy Hastings had already died.
The voice on the phone was obviously recorded.
"Speak! Who are you exactly?"
"Hmm..."
"..."
"A military officer from A Country, Yancy Hastings?"
These people were quite capable, at least they easily investigated Yancy Hastings.
"Come on, taste the flavor of death!"
"..."
This was a very chaotic recording, presumably recorded at that place at that time.
There were continuous muffled groans from Yancy Hastings and sounds of punching and kicking.
She knew that each sound was a beating on Yancy Hastings.
Finally, she heard Yancy Hastings' true voice.
"Even if I die, I still... won't..."
And then, there was nothing more.
She didn't know what all this was about.
