Chapter 204 - Youthful Vibe (2/2)
As the medical left, two soldiers lifted Lance Go off the gurney and dragged him into the training room in Olivia's decoy apartment. It was the perfect room for Maxen and Wyatt to conduct their interrogation.
As soon as MIB1 locked the door in Olivia's decoy apartment, the atmosphere in the room changed. The temperature dropped and grey fingers of fog seemed to blanket the room.
Everyone beelined to the training room and in the center was Lance Go, slumping on a seat.
”Wake up, bitch,” Maxen sneered, slapping Lance Go's face. He wanted to degrade the man for losing his manly parts, a perfect way to crack Lance's already weak defenses.
The men in the room laughed as he taunted Lance Go. It was uncharacteristic of Maxen to speak in such a manner, but those who knew him in the barracks were fond of such an image.
Although it was far from his goody two shoes image in the public's eye, it was a breath of fresh air for others to see that side of Maxen once he's inside the interrogation room where he had more liberty to do as he pleased.
A corner of Maxen's lips curled up in disgust as he watched Lance Go force his eyelids open. The latter's eyes were rolling—an indication that the drugs in his system hadn't worn off, and he was still disoriented.
”See this?” Maxen asked, dangling a Ziploc bag in the air. He took p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e in Lance Go's eyes that shifted from left to right as it followed the Ziploc's direction.
Slowly, the color from Lance Go's already ashen face drained. He closed his eyes, and beads of sweat dribbled from his temples down to his neck. ”Where's Olivia? I need to speak to her,” he uttered. His voice was dry and throaty.
”Olivia? Who's Olivia?”
”Quit f.u.c.k.i.n.g with me, asshole. You know who Olivia is. She shot me. Olivia shot me. Go get her and tell her I forgive her for shooting me,” Lance blabbered as he drifted in and out of consciousness.
Holding Lance by the chin, Maxen pierced a stare on Lance and said, ”I'm the one who shot you, Lance. Olivia is in the Lin Estate with her family.”
”Ha! You think I will know this place if Jules didn't inform me about it?”
”What if Jules trapped you? He wanted you gone too. Everyone wanted you done anyway.”
”Ha-ha-ha.” Lance Go's head tipped back from its heaviness. ”Do you even know who Jules is, huh?”
”As a matter of fact, I do. Look around you and you'll see him behind me,” Maxen bluffed. To everyone's surprise, Lance Go forced his head and scanned the room, zeroing in at one person.
”Once a traitor, always a traitor,” Lance seethed, half laughing at his predicament. ”I had a feeling you were setting me up, Jules. I told them your loyalty no longer belonged to the Huks, but they believed you. You're the chief's son, after all.”
Eyes traced Lance Go's line of sight and everyone's hands slowly reached for the guns in their holsters, but none of them expected for Maxen's personal security detail to draw his gun and point it under his chin.
Despite the gravity of the situation, MIB2's youthful vibe glowed from his skin, and his smile still reached his eyes. ”It was an honor to serve you, Your Highness,” MIB2 trailed off, pulling the trigger, splattering the walls with the meat of his brain.