Pretending to Be an Untouchable Crime Boss-Chapter 170: Marco’s faith.

"What's going to happen to Marco?" James asked as the car was already moving out toward Linda's office.

"I don't know…" Thomas said as he looked at James, still replaying the scenes, the way he shot down that woman. "But I know he can't get arrested because he would tell on you and us, so we interrogate him, get the information, and then he dies."

"Then do it now." James said as he looked into Thomas's eyes, and there was only confidence in them.

"Now?" He asked back, confused.

"Yeah, Linda's building is big and I'm sure there are rooms that can be used for… questioning." He smiled at the end as he said it, and Thomas immediately knew there was not going to be any questioning… more of a torture session.

But in some way it needed to be done as fast as possible, because it would help to create the false narrative of the whole situation. The raid was done, Marco was killed in the process, and all his shit got seized… a perfect story, and well, they had time to do so. Even if it was just an act, a play, Thomas is the one who's leading it, the investigation is in the IF's hands so he can drag things out, not even talking about how many dead bodies in the estate… the investigation is going to go for at least a month, but the main thing was Marco.

His death is their ace card, so he needs to be dead as soon as possible.

"I'll call Linda." He said and pulled out his phone.

She immediately answered it, because yes, they were still watching them with the drone.

"Where are you going?" She asked.

"Well, toward you… Marco needs to be questioned and then killed, we can't wait with it any longer, if we want to use him."

Silence followed, but an answer came that Thomas did not expect, he thought she would be furious like every time, but no, not at all.

"Do it, there is a room we can use for it in the basement, I'll prepare it until y'all arrive." She said and immediately hung up the phone while Thomas just blinked in disbelief. They're really going to go with Marco into the Ministry of Justice and torture him then kill him… that was a twist of the plans.

"Linda's waiting for us." He said, turning to James who just nodded and leaned back, closing his eyes.

"I'm going to sleep, get me up when we're there." He said and it just sent more confusion and disbelief in Thomas.

What the fuck did he say? Sleeping when they just bombed the fuck out of Marco's estate, killed dozens, and one of his top men is likely dying… and he sleeps.

"Huh… okay."

Meanwhile, Linda was sprinting down the stairs, and she did that because she was so stressed that she needed to do something that tired her a little, and well, those floors did their job because as soon as she was in the basement, she was barely able to stand. Halfway down she lost her high heels, and her whole face was covered with sweat and what she was seeing before her wasn't helping.

The Secret Service guys whose job was to guard her and the building were in the basement playing poker…

"You fuckers!" She shouted as she wept off her sweater and they immediately stood up, pretending they were just taking time off.

"Oh, miss—"

"Shut the fuck up, help me!" She shouted again and turned around, walking toward a door which was a service tunnel which she opened and stepped in. The guards looked at each other in confusion but ran after her into the tunnel, which was full of gas and water pipes and things they didn't even know what they were, but it genuinely looked like a hallway, it was paved, the walls were made of brick, and there was even light.

They first thought that she was actually running from somebody because there wasn't any shoe on her, so they pulled out their guns, but then Linda stopped before a door.

It was a metal door, no cover on it, just rust. She grabbed the handle and tried to open it but she couldn't. "Open it." She said as she stepped back and one of the guys tried it, but nothing. freewēbnoveℓ.com

"Can I kick it in?" He asked, turning to Linda.

"Do whatever, just open it."

So he did, kicked the door and it opened and it was darkness and dust, as he turned on his flashlight but the most terrifying thing was three chairs in the middle of the room like some kind of horror movie.

"The light switch is on the left." Linda said from the back, and the agent stepped in, turning it on. And yeah… it was clear this room had once seen a lot of things and they immediately assumed as much.

The walls were concrete, without any cover, nor the floor, but one thing that stood out, the chairs. One of them was made of metal and it was attached to the floor and had chains on its legs and armrest, while the other two were wooden chairs, freely movable.

"Is it a—"

"Yes, it was one." Linda said as she sat down on the wooden chair. "A torture room, but it was a long time ago, maybe 7 years." She said as she looked around once more."I want four more chairs and make sure to lock down the basement, nobody can come in. Also bring some water, a towel, get the maintenance guy's toolbox, and some bleach from the cleaning lady."

They looked at each other and back to Linda because it was obvious what she planned to do, but the question was… to who?

"Was it a joke or…?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?" She asked back, staring at him.

He looked at her, then pulled his arm to his mouth. "Close down the basement." He then looked at Linda again. "Toolbox, chairs, water, towel and bleach?"

"Exactly… also bring 3 black coffees and 1 cappuccino for me."

He again raised his hand to his mouth. "Yeah, we need… uh… four chairs, a toolbox, water, towels, bleach, and three black coffees. One cappuccino." He then stayed silent as he listened to the response coming back. "No, I'm not joking. It's Miss Linda's order. Close the basement and bring those things I just said." He looked back at Linda because the guys on the other side didn't seem to understand a single thing about what was happening. "I'll go up now. Five minutes, and all the things will be here." He said and turned and left the room spritting through the tunnel, while Linda was still sitting in the chair lost in thoughts.

I'm going to faint if they're really going to torture him. She thought as she looked at the metal chair, which only promised pain, suffering, and, in the end, death to whoever sat in it.

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