The Imperial Hunter

Chapter 20 - Beast Hunt (8)



Last night, I loaded eleven rounds into my pistol in the hotel room. Ten rounds in the magazine, one in the chamber. And now, on this afternoon when the day has changed, not a single round remains in my pistol.

The first round was used by Karen Williams. Nine rounds were used for the ear-popping torture. And the last remaining round was my mercy to Fraser.

Thuud! Thud!

The pig boss, tied to the chair, leaned forward, tears of thin blood flowing from one eye. To give this goldfish a painless death, I carefully adjusted the angle while holding his head and fired at point-blank range. The bullet that entered his eye socket bounced off in multiple directions, trapped in his skull. If the bullet had been stronger, it would have pierced through the back of his head.

I turned to face Jay’s errand boy, still bound to an extra chair, and swapped out the magazine.

Rattle!

The errand boy, newly bound to a spare chair, twitched in his seat, his eyes glaring wildly. His eyes were filled with a lot of bloodshot veins, like a prey easily caught in a $10,000 trap. What I didn’t like was his complacency, as he had received a call in the morning and only showed up in the afternoon.

I looked at the frightened guy and grabbed my pistol.

“Don’t get greedy. There’s no mercy for you.”

Then, I turned my gaze to Kyung-tae.

“Did you find anything?”

Kyung-tae raised his thumb with one hand.

“I’ve confirmed Jay’s real name and phone number.”

“Really?”

“Yes. His Facebook page as well. He’s been actively liking posts.”

Jay’s errand boy had two phones: a prepaid phone and a regular contract phone. It would have been safer to leave one behind when coming to a place like this, but this guy brought both. Maybe he thought something might happen? I wondered.

“What’s his real name?”

“Calvin Kenneth Braimlow.”

“Address?”

“I’m cross-referencing it with the remote navigation memory at headquarters, but wouldn’t it be quicker to use truth serum rather than going through all the other clues?”

“Prepare it.”

“Sure.”

Unless the statement was about complex facts, confirming simple information like an address with truth serum was considered a credible statement. As long as there was no room for lying, as long as you didn’t give them the power to kill, make them tell the truth. This dosage control was a tricky thing, even for experts. My subordinates were less likely to make mistakes, as they’d practiced killing people with it occasionally.

‘In the end, I’m giving the guy we can’t kill a peaceful death.’

One of my subordinates carefully injected a mixture of scopolamine into the errand boy’s vein. The effect appeared before the full dose was even reached. All truth serums were essentially anesthetics. A gynecologist was the first to propose the possibility of a truth serum to the U.S. government. The reason? Because pregnant women in anesthesia were answering their questions accurately. Of course, the United States didn’t just use it for the purpose of revealing perjury.

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