"We can prove that the 'Dark Jihad' possesses three thermonuclear weapons and all the necessary equipment to detonate them."
After speaking to the camera, Jack and Harry were escorted away. Aziz stood before the camera and delivered a lengthy, impassioned speech until the camera's battery began to run low.
The femme fatale, paid $5 million to help transport the nuclear bomb, was clearly uninterested in such political speeches. She, along with several terrorists, led the four men into a small hut not far from the warehouse.
The hut appeared to be a cleared-out storage room, with chains and long hooks hanging from the beams. A gaunt, skeleton-like old man was polishing a sharp scalpel at a broken wooden table. The
dim lighting, the man's ferocious face, and the various torture instruments before him gave Helen, who had regained her composure, a sense of foreboding.
Jessie, however, remained impassive. After all, she had seen the ogre before, so the current situation was nothing more than a minor incident.
"Okay, let me introduce you. This is Samir." Juno signaled for his men to handcuff Jack and Harry to the pillars. Helen and Jessie sat down across from them and handcuffed them as well.
"Guess what he's good at? There's a reward for guessing correctly."
"Is this necessary? If you want to know, just ask me." Jack smiled, but
inside, he was already irritated. Even though he had healing powers, he still felt pain. And if he were to have a few small parts removed in front of Harry's family, it would be hard to recover.
Juno gently scratched Jack's cheek with her fingers and teased, "I think you're the most dishonest here. Will you tell me Harry's true identity?"
"He's a secret agent for the Federation. Don't you already know that?" Jack, holding his wrists together, exerted a little pressure behind his back. He felt relieved when the handcuffs proved insufficient. Now, he just needed to find a chance to break free.
Juno simply sat down on Jack's lap, causing Jessie to frown slightly.
"I told you that you are dishonest. What I want to know is which federal department Harry is an agent from."
Jack was speechless, "Do you think it is important now?"
"Of course it is important. It is related to how much it will cost me to change my identity after the matter is over, but it seems that you are not going to tell me, right?"
Juno chuckled, "Samir is an expert in this field. He received professional training in this field when he was in Cuba. However, as his opponents, you two are also very powerful."
She hooked one foot and rubbed Harry's knee, "How many years have you concealed your identity and deceived your wife and daughter? 20 years? 25 years? Mrs. Tusk, do you want to make a bet with me to see how long he can last?"
Under the worried gaze of Helen and Jessie, Jack and Harry each received an injection.
The skinny old man Samir injected the two people with the drug and said slowly, "The effect of the drug will reach its peak in about 20 minutes. We will have a good chat then."
"I can't wait." Harry choked, looking at Juno who was still hugging Jack's neck and asked, "Why are you helping a group of crazy lunatics? It is obvious that you are not religious."
"Of course it's because they are a group of rich lunatics. Do you know how much student loan I owed when I graduated from the Art Institute of Chicago?"
Juno looked indignant. "Even if I don't eat or drink, it will take me at least ten years to pay it back with the salary I earn at the museum, so I don't care about anything as long as I can make money."
"You crazy woman! Bitch! Do you know how many people you will kill?" Jessie finally couldn't help but scolded.
"Hey, I promise you'll die before your lover, okay?"
Juno smiled, leaving a lipstick mark on Jack's cheek. "Thank you, handsome FBI agent, for giving me such a wonderful memory on the plane ride here."
Jack's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at this woman. How could she defame someone out of thin air?
Juno walked away with an elegant catwalk, leaving two guards to guard the cabin, one inside and one outside.
"She clearly had her eye on you before, so why is she throwing mud at me? Didn't you even have a passionate tango?" Jack frowned, looking at Harry, whose eyes were already fixed on Harry.
"Because you're younger and more handsome than me," Harry replied, feeling dizzy.
Helen asked worriedly, "What did that guy give you?"
"Sodium thiopental, temazepam, scopolamine, or something like that. In short, some kind of anesthetic that makes people tell the truth," Jack listed a list of truth serums.
"So you'll really tell the truth?" Jessie's eyes suddenly sparkled.
"Ask your dad anything, preferably something he'd normally lie about." Jack shifted the blame, mimicking Harry's current behavior, his tongue lashing out as if he too was under the influence of the drug.
"He's a professional agent, no doubt trained to handle it, so the drug won't take effect for long. You'd better ask quickly."
Before Jessie could even begin, Helen asked, "Will we die?"
"Of course," Harry replied decisively. "We'll be tortured to death, and you'll most likely get shot in the head." Jack nodded repeatedly.
"It seems to be working," Helen nodded at her daughter.
Then she pressed her second question, "How long have you been a secret agent?"
"Twenty-five years." Harry shook his head, already a little disoriented.
Helen gritted her teeth and glanced at her daughter beside her. "So you were an agent before Jessie was born?"
"Do you still love your mother?" Jessie seized the opportunity, her leaky little coat finally coming into its own.
"Of course, I've always loved her, and I love you, too, darling." Harry's voice grew longer and longer as he spoke, his head slowly lowering.
Helen's expression visibly brightened, but she turned to Jack and asked, "So, what's your relationship with my daughter?"
"Uh, a friend?" Jack nearly choked on his own saliva, wondering why the question had come back to him. Fortunately, he improvised and quickly added, "A very good friend."
Helen curled her lips in disdain and was just thinking about her next question when Jessie continued, "So, how many female friends like me do you have who are close to you?"
(End of this chapter)