This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!

Chapter 90: Chapter 090 The Suffering Person

Throughout the journey, the four people said nothing as the car made its way to the Deep Anchor District. Chen Ke had never seen any part of Opportunity City outside of the Gun Tie District, so he curiously peered out the window.

If the Lower District of Opportunity City was known for its signature gloomy weather, then the Deep Anchor District was its complete opposite, offering a liberating feeling that lifted one’s spirits.

The road built along the coastline extended straight ahead, with rows of white high-end villas scattered neatly along the shore, and the sails of private yachts faintly visible on the waterfront.

Chen Ke gently rolled down the car window, letting the cool breeze fill the car, carrying with it the salty scent of sea air.

“Speaking of which, what sea is this?” Chen Ke suddenly asked.

“The United Federation’s inland sea, where many smugglers transport drugs, Holy Relics, and firearms to other regions across these waters. The southwestern current leads directly into the North Atlantic,” Lucina replied.

“Didn’t expect you to be so knowledgeable about geography…” Chen Ke said with a smile.

“Before joining the ranks of the couriers, Hainerd and Lucina specialized in maritime smuggling. No one knows better than her how to sneak things out of the United Federation,” Priskin said.

When Hainerd was mentioned, everyone fell silent once more. Chen Ke shook his head; having a traitor in the team was the most disheartening thing.

If the betrayer had a personal relationship with you, the pain could be even more piercing than that felt by the team leader.

The Gun Tie District wasn’t far from the Deep Anchor, and once the car came to a stop at the curb, Chen Ke, Hall, Priskin, and Lucina opened the doors and jumped out. They wore no masks and carried only a handgun each.

Around 4 p.m., the docks were as peaceful as ever, with the wire mesh gate unlocked and an expanse of red and blue shipping containers, most of them empty, scattered across the vacant lot.

“Are we sure it’s this dock?” Chen Ke asked as he crouched by the side of the road.

“Yes, although there are several docks nearby and they all look damn similar, I’m certain it’s this one,” Hall replied, lighting a cigarette and leaning against a nearby wall.

“Let’s get started then,” Chen Ke stood up.

The four crossed the street, casually passing by the main gate of the dock with a quick glance inside.

In the distance, a sparse number of workers were moving in and out of the buildings, and a forklift was carrying barrels in the direction of the deeper parts of the dock. It looked like it wouldn’t be difficult to slip in undetected.

“I’ll circle around to the side to see if there’s a way in. Who wants to try their luck at the main entrance?” Hall asked.

“I’ll go. Where do you think the computer might be?” Chen Ke replied.

“There aren’t many places with power outlets here. I’ll check in the ship maintenance workshop, and you check the crew office. If we don’t find anything, we pull out,” Hall said.

“Lucina and I will keep watch outside for you guys,” Priskin said.

With their tasks assigned, they commenced their operation.

Hall sprinted alongside the cement wall towards the side, while Chen Ke rubbed his hands together and moved towards the main entrance.

There was no one in the dock’s guardhouse, and slipping through the gate wasn’t difficult, but the space from the gate to the crew office was very open.

Chen Ke used the shipping containers for cover as he advanced and pulled out his PPQ45 pistol, attaching a silencer.

In truth, these workers were civilians, and if it wasn’t necessary, he didn’t want to shoot any of them.

The purpose of the kill switch was merely to intimidate someone for a while; if he were discovered, getting rid of the witness without causing harm was the ideal solution.

Staying close to a red container, Chen Ke peeked ahead; the crew office was just before him, a two-story building with a metal stairway on the outside that would allow him to reach the second floor directly.

But at the top of the stairs, a security guard stood smoking; he wore a blue uniform and had a handgun at his waist.

Chen Ke pulled his head back and took out his walkie-talkie, pressing the button.

“Guys, I’m almost at the destination, but there’s a guard blocking the way,” Chen Ke whispered.

The other three received Chen Ke’s message through their Bluetooth earpieces.

“A guard? There are no guards at this dock. We only need to avoid the workers,” Hall said.

“Are you sure? Then what am I seeing in front of me? And he’s armed,” Chen Ke said.

“It looks like we’ve hit the jackpot; there’s definitely something off about this dock,” Lucina’s voice came through the earpiece.

“Chen Ke, this dock shouldn’t have gun-equipped security guards, they must be some sort of temporary hired security personnel,” Priskin said.

“Let me see… let me see…” Chen Ke cautiously peeked out again to take another look at the gun-equipped guard.

An unmarked Glock pistol, there should be an abbreviation of the company name on the badge on his chest, but it wasn’t clear, and he also had a walkie-talkie on his belt, not sure where his partner was.

“I don’t know if this guy could kill. From the looks of his equipment, he’s probably just a regular security company employee,” Chen Ke slid back behind the container and responded.

“Better not to kill if we can avoid it. If they’re hired temporarily, it proves that something is indeed hidden here, and it might be related to Hainerd,” Hall suggested.

“I see they also have walkie-talkies; they might have to report in periodically. Touch one, and the rest will know,” Chen Ke said.

Usually, for mobile sentries like this, to prevent a stealth attack, there would be a radio communication system so that if a post didn’t respond for too long, all personnel would go on high alert.

Chen Ke could only wait for the guard to finish his cigarette, and at that moment, a cry of pain came from the door behind the guard; the guard threw away his cigarette, which was still quite long, and turned to go back inside.

“What the hell?” Chen Ke looked at the iron door in confusion. The sound from inside the door just now had caught his attention.

Someone was suffering inside.

“I’m going in, Hall, I have a bad feeling about this. You’d better be careful,” Chen Ke said and quickly scuttled to the bottom of the metal staircase.

Sticking close to the wall, he carefully went upstairs, then squatted by the iron door to listen to the sounds inside.

“Gurgle gurgle…”

“Urgh! Ahhh…!!”

“Mmm-hmm… Mmm… Cough cough…”

“Has he talked yet?”

“Yeah, quite the tough guy.”

“Damn it, talk already, you bastard! Talk!”

“Zzt zzt… zzt zzt…”

“The Director will be here soon.”

“Keep going, keep going.”

“Ahh ahh ahhh!!!!!”

“Ugh ahh ahh aah aah aah aah…”

Listening quietly, it sounded like someone inside was undergoing electroshock therapy…

“I’ve got nothing over here, Chen Ke. Seems like you’re definitely onto something,” Hall’s voice came through the earpiece.

“Shh…” Chen Ke couldn’t speak right now.

Whoever was inside the door, he had clearly gotten on the wrong side of some big shot. Chen Ke felt no need nor intention to rescue him, only waiting quietly for the interrogation in the room to end.

A few minutes later, the room fell silent, and Chen Ke quietly opened a crack in the door to take a look inside.

In the center of the room hung a person wearing blue jeans, hands tied up high, his upper body stripped bare, feet soaked in a basin of water, his body covered in wounds.

On a trolley next to him sat an electric shock machine with two electrified rods inserted into sheaths on one side of the device.

Chen Ke slipped into the small room, closed the door, drew the blinds shut, and then began carefully searching the room.