pertwk Chapter 410 Four Charges
Chapter 410 Four Charges
Chapter 410 Four Charges
"Let's go and meet them."
Niden began to move through the corridors of the prison complex, heading towards the interrogation room.
The place was cold, clinical, and devoid of any semblance of comfort, designed to create an unsettled atmosphere to extract information. Only one light source illuminated the room, just barely enough to guide people to where a sturdy table and a set of chairs were.
Inside the interrogation room, Niden first took a seat before instructing the staff present to bring the prisoners.
"Bring these two men here," he said, opening the file and tapping his fingers on a particular page.
The staff took a quick glance at the designated page and nodded. "Yes, sir."
They promptly left the room to carry out Niden's orders.
....
Tang—
Tang—
Tang— The sharp, metallic sounds echoed through the prison cells as the staff forcefully struck their batons against the iron grilles.
"Wake up!"
The sudden and loud noise served as an effective alarm, jolting the man inside the cell awake.
His eyes snapped open.
Similarly, in the neighbouring cell, another staff repeated the wake-up routine, ensuring that the next-door prisoner woke up as well.
"Huh?!" the man inside the cell exclaimed, looking around with a mix of confusion and fear.
The loud sound and the urgency of the staff's actions left him disoriented for a moment.
After being thrown into this dark place, his mind still struggles to accept all the abrupt changes that happened.
So, they had nothing to worry about if the authorities investigated them later.
"But here in the report, it said that there's an instance where you refer to the man in charge of the organization as 'boss'. How do you explain that?" Niden asked.
"Well...he's the one that paid us, right? Of course, we respectfully called him 'boss'. It's nothing and just a mere formality." Driver 1 replied.
"Then, why both of you run when soldiers told you to stop?"
"If a scary-looking men suddenly told me to stop, I would subconsciously run." Driver 2 replied.
The room remained tense as Niden searched for any inconsistencies or signs of culpability.
"So, you really don't know the content of your cargo?" Niden probed further.
Both of the drivers shook their heads in unison.
"Sir, it's common knowledge among the drivers not to pry into the details of the goods." Driver 2 interjected.
He assumed the interrogator in front of him didn't know about the work culture in their field.
"Is that so? If what you say is true, why do all the goods lack any marking or indicator that shows they belong to different owners? We also found no ledger or some sort of notes that could be used to keep track of goods, their recipients or their destination. How do you know which goods belong to whom or where they would be sent?"
Driver 1 calmly tapped his finger on his forehead, "Sir, we may not go to those public schools or universities but that doesn't mean we're stupid. We have been working in this field for years. Of course, our memories gradually become stronger to remember all the details in a short amount of time."
Sigh—
"I guess you're right," Niden said as he looked at them apologetically. "I'm sorry for looking down on you."
The drivers smiled, thinking they had dodged the bullet. "It's okay, sir. You're just doing your job."
"I know. For the sake of formality, I need your cooperation for the final bits of the interrogation. I promised the charges on both of you would be dropped after you passed this easy test."
"We gladly cooperate, sir."
"Good. Very good." Niden nodded. "The supplies for every building on this island was delivered by ships and dropped at the docks. The goods had no markings on them either, just like in your case. I want you to simulate exactly the way you did your job."
"Huh?" Their brain suddenly stops.