Chapter 292 - 292: Coercion
This was the latest GPS positioning chip developed by the military. It was about the size of a fingernail.
This thing was specially supplied by the army and had not been mass-produced yet.
Jeffrey only had this item because his grandfather had spent some effort to get it for him.
The smallest locators on the market were five to six centimeters long. They were not small, and it was easy to find them if they were hidden on the body.
They probably didn’t expect Jeffrey to have such a high-level item on him, so they didn’t search his socks, giving Jeffrey a way out.
He believed that his grandfather would send people to save him soon after he heard the news. Therefore, before that, he only needed to cooperate with them and not get hurt.
An hour passed quickly, and the masked man returned to the basement. “How is it, Little Master? Have you thought about your answer?”
“I can agree to your request, but you have to answer one question of mine.”
Jeffrey stared at him. “Tell me, how did you know my identity?”
The fact that he was born into the Shwell family should have been well hidden.
But now, there seemed to be loopholes everywhere. His true identity had already been known by many people.
The masked man sized him up. “Although I really want to answer you, I don’t have the authority to do so, and I don’t know your answer.”
“Then go back and ask your boss. Tell him that if he wants my cooperation, he has to tell me this answer.”
The masked man took out a gun and pressed it against his temple. “I think you might be mistaken about something. You don’t have the right to bargain with us.”
Jeffrey, however, was not afraid to stare back at him. “I don’t know if I have the right to know the answer, but you obviously don’t have the right to kill me, right?”
“Indeed.” The masked man moved the gun away from Jeffrey’s temple, and before Jeffrey could heave a sigh of relief, he pressed the barrel against Jeffrey’s thigh.
“But I have the right to torture you. As long as I can make sure that you don’t die, that you’re conscious, and that you can still speak, then it’s fine.” He pressed the gun against Jeffrey’s thigh twice.
A wave of pain came over him, and he hissed as cold sweat broke out on his face.
“Tsk, the young master is really noble.” Jeffrey took a moment to calm himself down. The pain passed, and he lowered his head in silence for a while before finally giving in.
“Alright, you win. I’ll cooperate with you.” He made a series of requests. “I need a computer with fast calculations.”
Before the masked man could refuse, he added, “You don’t need to connect to the internet.”
The masked man nodded. “Sure.”
As long as it wasn’t connected to the internet or connected to the outside world, the computer could be moved in.
“In addition, there are all kinds of reagents. I’ll make a list for you later.” Jeffrey quickly wrote down a list and handed it to the masked man.
The masked man obviously didn’t know much about chemistry and biology, so he only had one feeling about the chemical names on the page.
“Do we need to prepare so many things?”
“Yes, after all, this is a very complicated reaction.” Jeffrey spread his hands.
The masked man folded the piece of paper and put it in his pocket. He then stared at Jeffrey with a nonchalant gaze until Jeffrey was scared out of his wits. “Little Master, you seem to treat these things as mini games?”
Jeffrey’s eyebrows twitched, but he remained calm. “It can’t be said to be mini games. After all, the pleasure is average. At most, it can be said to be a boring thing to pass time.”
“Even if this little thing in your hand can easily reap the lives of countless people?”
“To me, it’s just a product that I casually made when I was bored. Isn’t there an old saying? The knife itself is not guilty, but the person holding the knife is guilty for using it to do bad things.”
“As a researcher, I can only be responsible for their whereabouts and safety in the laboratory. As for what will happen to them after they leave the laboratory and who will end up with them, that’s none of my business.”
The masked man stared at his cheeks and flicked his tongue. He snorted. “As expected of the young master who doesn’t care about the sufferings of the world.”
Jeffrey knew that he was being sarcastic. He wondered if this man had been cheated of his money and body by some rich woman.. Otherwise, why did he always look like he hated the rich and hated the world?
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