Chapter 669: Clash

Chapter 669: Clash (Part One)

Caesar and his apprentice were taken into a police vehicle, which contained a temporary interrogation room.

The officer sat across from the two of them while three other armed cops stood behind them.

"Why don't you introduce yourselves?" the officer said.

Caesar snorted. "Isn't it on the ID card?"

Richie remained silent.

The officer turned at Richie thinking that the younger one would be a breakthrough point and said, "You know that there is no death penalty in the M Nation, and that all charges can be confessed here. So tell us, which organization and which country are you working for, hacking the security system and stealing our intelligence information?"

Richie still remained silent.

Instead, it was Caesar who said, "Excuse me, Sir. But what the hell are you talking about? What charges do you have against us to arrest us for no reason?"

"Don't play dumb with me." The officer asked, "What's the computer in your room for?"

"That's just our computer, what are you trying to say?" Caesar asked.

"You're still pretending. You two are hackers and you have been attacking the National Defense and Security Agency for a while now. We've been watching you for a long time, you didn't expect to get caught by us this time, did you?"

Caesar: "Sir, where's your evidence? Don't arrest people randomly because you can't get the job done properly."

Bang!

The officer slammed his fist on the table and stood up as he yanked Caesar's collar and then his hands as he yelled, "Look at your hands, don't tell me those aren't calluses that only professional hackers would have!"

Caesar still pretended to be calm. "This kind of calluses can belong to any professional in the IT industry. If you are arresting us for just this reason, we will file charges against you for being this unprofessional."

"You want evidence, right?" The officer yelled to his team outside who were deciphering the computer in another vehicle. "When will you be able to crack open the computer for their footprints?"

"We're still trying to crack into the system, it'll be about five minutes," the experts in that car said with sweat running down their faces.

The officer tugged on his tie as he went back to the interrogation vehicle and sat in front of the two and asked, "This may be your last chance. In five minutes, we will crack into your computer and convict you with the evidence. Now, I am asking you, how many others are there besides the two of you?"

Caesar didn't talk.

Richie did not say anything seeing that his master remained silent.

That was when the officer, who stood behind Caesar, grabbed a handful of his hair from the back and slammed his head against the interrogation table!

Caesar's face was slammed hard onto the table and blood came out of his nose immediately.

He sucked in a deep breath, and because his hands were cuffed behind his back, he could only use Richie's shoulders to wipe away the blood from his nose. He said to the officer in a provocative manner, "How many people do you think we have?"

"At least a team." The officer smiled slightly thinking that Caesar was cooperating. "Or maybe a couple of countries behind you as well?"

Caesar snorted. "Blind confidence! Let me tell you, the two of us are more than enough to deal with that bunch of rookies at your security bureau."

The officer sneered. "The so-called rookies you're talking about have been watching you for a month. You didn't know that eh?"

Caesar laughed out loud and said sarcastically, "Then let me tell you, we've been monitoring and controlling your intelligence system for six months!"

The officer's face looked dumbfounded, and he stood up with both of his hands pressing down on them as he looked down at Caesar and Richie from above and yelled, "What kind of intelligence information did you gather?"

Caesar said word for word, "A-L-L! Including a list of all your secret agents deployed around the world! I've stolen it all and placed it in a very secure place, and if we don't get out of here alive tonight, this data will be automatically released to the public and shared with intelligence agencies around the world. By then, all the effort put into the M Nation's intelligence system, which has lasted for decades, will be gone and all of you will start over again!"

The officer was furious. "You're threatening the entire M Nation, you know that? Let me tell you that no one has ever dared to openly defy the M Nation and live on with a smile on their face. No one!"

Chapter 669: Clash (Part Two)

Caesar: "But I've already done it. It's not like if I hand over the intelligence I would be able to live."

Caesar leaned over as he said to the officer face-to-face in a low voice, "A few years ago, the M Nation did not give me the justice I deserved, and I lost both of my hands. Where were you then? Now that I've made a comeback in such a way, I don't regret it! Kill me or torture me, I don't care!"

The officer swallowed his spittle as he felt like he had angered Caesar to a point that he didn't care anymore. That was not what they wanted, and they had to get the intelligence back.

"If you hand over the information and confess who's behind you, you can atone for your crime by this meritorious act" The officer leaned back into his chair and calmed down slowly.

"No, you don't have that authority!" Caesar said, "The president can't even save anyone who threatens the M Nation, and you even less."

The officer narrowed his eyes. "So you're bent on committing this crime?"

He then immediately looked at Richie trying to make a breakthrough with him. "What about you? Are you choosing the bullet like him? If you confess and cooperate, we can put all the blame on this man alone, and you may be freed!"

Caesar's expression changed slightly.

He knew that Richie had a hard time curing his cancer, and he would regret it if he died just like this.

What Caesar had thought was exactly what Richie thought, he had survived the cancer and he was going to enjoy his life, but now that death came close again, he was a little afraid.

The promise of freedom was too intriguing.

The officer saw the struggle in Richie's eyes as he squinted his eyes with an unnoticeable smile on his face.

"That is something I could do. I'm in charge of the arrests tonight, and I have the authority to change the file records. If I said that we've only caught one person, then it won't be two. All you have to do is tell me where you kept all the information you've stolen, and you'll be able to get away from here."

Richie struggled for a while and he suddenly looked up at the officer. "When I committed the crime, I knew that there was no turning back. I'm not stupid, in order to avoid information from leaking out because you don't know how much I have seen or remembered during the process, you will definitely not keep me alive! So, kill me or torture me, just bring it on."

Meanwhile, three blocks away, a Land Rover SUV was soaring down the streets coming this way.

Mario saw that there were already police standing outside of the apartment building, and he suddenly sat up full of energy.

"They're closing up, so I guess they've got the guys. What do you think we should do?" Chekhov asked.

Mario put on his nighttime bulletproof suit and put on the special metallic boxing gloves that Xu Cheng liked to use before.

"Let's go. You're in charge of driving and I'll bring them out," said Mario in a low voice.