Chapter 567 A Waste Of Time
Pierre glanced at the surveillance camera and said, “You still have one minute left, so we can have a chat. Is there anything you want to say?”
Donald, who was seated in the chair, let out a sigh. “Yes. Don’t bother cuffing my hands. It’s a waste of time.” Pierre chuckled silently. He had forgotten about the handcuffs until Donald reminded him of them.
Don’t you practice martial arts? In that case, I’ll cuff you first. Then I’ll take my time to torture you. Till then, we shall see how powerful you are.
Pierre handcuffed Donald in the presence of the surveillance camera. Less than ten seconds later, the red light on the camera went off.
After that, Pierre took one last drag of his cigarette. He was about to flick the butt away with his right hand when he heard a loud snap.
To his horror, Donald had broken the handcuffs!
Pierre’s eyes widened in shock. What kind of sorcery is this?
When he was in the field, he had seen men who could break cable ties. However, he had never seen anyone who could break a pair of handcuffs. After all, handcuffs are made of pure steel!
Donald behaved as if he had just broken a child’s toy. He removed the handcuffs from his hands and tossed them aside.
Moving his wrists, he looked at Pierre and muttered calmly, “I told you that cuffing me would be a waste of time.”
It was at that moment that Pierre realized things were about to go wrong. Unfortunately, it was too late for him to flee.
Donald stretched out an arm swiftly and grabbed Pierre’s throat to stop him from screaming.
Outside, Matthew was sipping on a cup of coffee while looking in the direction of the interrogation room.
Occasionally, noises such as bangs on the wall and the shifting of tables and chairs would resound from the room. One would assume that something strange was going on inside.
“Say, Captain Watterson, who does that guy think he is to use our interrogation room for private purposes? He won’t cause any problems, right?” Wesley Slaton, a junior police officer, asked.
Matthew glanced at Wesley and replied, “He’s the brigadier of Xemrich Special Brigade. Even the chief has to let him use his office if he asks for it, let alone our interrogation room. Then again, we didn’t let him use our room for free. This brigadier is a pretty tactful person.” He patted his own pocket and smiled. “Tell the boys afterward that we’ll be heading out for supper tonight.”
“All right, Captain Watterson.”
As soon as Matthew had given his order, the door to the interrogation room opened.
Matthew looked down at his watch in surprise. “Done in less than five minutes?”
He was still wondering how Pierre had settled his matter so quickly when he realized the person who exited the interrogation room was not the brigadier but the other young man.
“Why is he outside, Captain Watterson?” Wesley was confused, too.
If this fellow can come out unscathed, what about the Special Brigade brigadier?
Matthew was a senior police officer. He sensed that something was off, so he drew his gun immediately and pointed it at Donald.
“Wesley, get the boys over here. This fellow is dangerous, and we mustn’t let him leave the police station!”
Matthew was very decisive because he saw where Pierre lay when he took two steps sideways.
Pierre was a big, burly man who exuded an imposing aura, and that was what he looked like when he entered the interrogation room earlier. Now, he was covered in blood and lying on the floor. His face was so swollen that he was completely unrecognizable.
Indeed, he was in a sorry state. He would be disfigured for life if he did not get some work done on his face.
It was for this very reason that Matthew decided not to let Donald go.
Damn! This fellow managed to beat up a brigadier from Special Brigade. If the leader in Xemrich learns of this, he’ll definitely send his troops to our police station at once!
