Ethan walked beside Axel. "They resisted interrogation. Stubborn. But scared. Still, stubborn. Don't worry, boss, I didn't hurt them much... only scared them a little."
Axel's voice was chilling, "They won't be stubborn for long."
"Yes, boss." Ethan's eyes darkened. Then he opened the door before them. "After you..." He said playfully.
Axel's eyes narrowed, but his heart did not race. His breath did not quicken.
What lived inside him now was not panic or grief. It was retribution. A slow, lethal force. A promise to avenge his wife and child.
Inside, under a single flickering bulb, six men knelt on the concrete floor.
Their hands were tied behind their backs. Faces bruised, clothes torn. Their eyes darted up when Axel entered.
Recognition hit them like a physical blow.
Their expressions twisted into fear.
Some shrank back. Some trembled. One whimpered. As if they recognized the man before them, he came not only to ask for information but also to collect their lives.
