Chapter 415 Questioning
Jesse sat on the ambulance's stretcher, a blanket wrapped tightly around his shoulders.
He looked at the paramedics taking care of the hostages and the police officers heading to the mansion, which was already surrounded by a swarm of news reporters and curious onlookers.
"Um, Jesse."
"Hmm?" Jesse lifted his gaze and saw an adorable-looking girl approaching him with a tired smile on her face.
"Are you fine?" Emily sat on the stretcher beside him and put her own blanket over her shoulders.
"Yeah, what about you?" Jesse questioned and saw Emily's parents talking with other members of the High Society and police officers.
"I am fine." Emily kicked her legs up and down and asked, "Do you know... what happened to those armed men?"
Jesse glanced at her and shrugged his shoulders. "I am not too sure."
"Hmm~" Emily sounded like she didn't believe it and then stood up before whispering. "Well, thank you."
She then hopped back to her parents.
Another figure then sat beside Jesse and put his arm around his shoulder.
"Are you okay, son?" Jack asked.
"I am; what about mother?" Jesse asked and looked over Jack's shoulder at one ambulance, where Anna was having her wounds taken care of.
"She'll be fine," Jack reassured him. "Let's keep this event secret. I don't want Emma and Zach to know."
"I am on the same page." Jesse responded with a nod.
"Oh, they're here." Jack looked over to the mansion and saw police officers rushing out. "Hmm, they are not bringing anyone on cuffs."
Jesse's gaze turned cold, and he lowered his gaze, staring at the snow on the ground and feeling a knot form on his stomach.
One police officer walked over from the mansion, a shock on his face, and informed them all that the mansion was empty, except there were over a dozen corpses inside.
"They are all dead." Jack held his walking cane, tapping it against the ground, trying to make sense of the horrifying revelation. "What in the world happened there?"
Jesse bit his nail and recalled the events that happened.
…
Around half an hour ago.
Jesse stood up from the ground and looked around at the devastation surrounding him. He then picked up a handkerchief and started cleaning up his blood from the floor, not wanting to leave any traces.
After taking care of all that, he bandaged his wounds and hid them underneath his clothing.
He then looked over to the closed door, where the rest of the Pale Eyes members were cuffed.
He slowly approached the door, opened it slowly, and saw the cuffed people sitting silently in the dimly lit room.
"Dragon, what took you so long?"
They expected their leader to walk through the open door, but then they saw Jesse, and their expressions turned to confusion.
"Sorry, not who you were expecting, I suppose." Jesse crossed his arms and tapped his finger against his arm.
He was contemplating what to do now. These mercenaries might reveal everything that transpired to the police. It would put him in a tight spot, and he needed to come up with a plan to ensure his safety and protect his secrets.
"Dragon…" They looked out of the room and saw Dragon's lifeless body sprawled on the ground, a lifeless glint in his eyes.
Their eyes widened in shock and disbelief, and their previous hope and trust in their leader vanished like a wisp of smoke in the wind.
"Let's make a deal, shall we?" Jesse pulled out a chair from underneath a study desk, sat down, and looked at the mercenaries. "How about that?"
The mercenaries looked at each other with different expressions on their faces.
"Hahahaha…" One of them laughed and looked at Jesse with a grin. "Hail Fenrir."
"Hail Fenrir!" All of them shouted in unison, raising their heads towards the ceiling.
"Huh?" Jesse frowned.
They all opened their mouths and pressed their teeth together, creating a chilling chorus of clicking sounds.
Inside their mouths, a small capsule, the size of a nail, cracked and released a powerful, toxic smoke that filled their mouths and quickly spread throughout their bodies.
They started twitching and convulsing uncontrollably, their eyes rolling back into their heads.
After they stopped moving, white foam started foaming from their mouths, and eerie silence filled the air.
Jesse walked over to the mercenaries, shock written on his face. He looked silently into their dead, unwavering eyes. Even when they were dying, their loyalty to Fenrir never wavered.
…
Back in the present time.
Jesse looked at his hands and warmed them up by rubbing them together.
After the deaths of those mercenaries, he went to check on Hydra and others. They were also all dead; even Phoenix had woken up at some point and met the same fate.
It seemed like once one person used the poison capsule, everyone else automatically died as well.
It was a very radical way of doing so, as if one person accidentally activated the poison capsule, it would trigger a chain reaction that would instantly kill everyone else in the group.
However, it spoke a lot about their radical belief in their leader.
'Fenrir, huh.' Jesse cracked his knuckles. 'I don't think the guy I killed was this Fenrir person. It must be the real leader of these guys. Maybe my father knows more about them.'
"Hello, young man." A brown-suited man with a police badge hanging from his belt said, approaching Jesse. "Jesse Rothsmith, is that right?"
"Yes, officer, how may I help you?" Jesse asked politely.
He could see that this police officer was high-ranking, perhaps a detective or even a captain. There was an air of authority and confidence in the way he carried himself.
"My name is John Reese." John showed his badge, confirming his identity as a detective. "I heard from other witnesses that you weren't with them. I have a few questions to ask."
"All right." Jesse nodded, not sure what to expect.
"Where were you?" John pulled out a notepad, ready to take notes.
"At one moment of the party, I felt not so good, so Emily was kind enough to lead me to the bathroom." Jesse scratched his cheek. "Once I left the bathroom, I witnessed one of the armed individuals holding a gun against Emily's forehead."
"I jumped to help her, managed to overwhelm him, and disarmed him before knocking him out."
"Hmm." John glanced at his physique, nodded thoughtfully, and said, "What then?"
"While Emily went to hide in one of the rooms, I called my father, but during the call, my phone died, so I had to find another way to contact him.
"Emily told me that her phone was in her room, so I went to look for it. However, when I arrived at her room, I heard loud footsteps coming from outside the room.
"I peeked outside and saw those terrorists searching through rooms, apparently searching for someone.
"I quickly hid, but then a short while later, I heard some odd sounds, and when I went to check it out, I saw everyone dead on the ground, foaming from the mouth."
"I see…" John finished writing it down. "Are you sure you didn't find anyone else?"
"I am certain," Jesse replied. "I then rushed back to the lounge and saw the last terrorist there also dying in strange circumstances, suddenly foaming from the mouth.
"I then joined my mother, left the mansion, and came here."
"Hmm…" John nodded and pocketed his notepad and pen. "That's everything. Thank you for sharing your account of what happened."
'None of that explains why his clothes look quite disheveled.' John thought inwardly.
"No problem." Jesse watched as the detective left to interview other hostages, leaving Jesse alone to process the traumatic events.
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