Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 121, Section 37: So you were the traitor all along.

So dark.

What was I doing again?

The last image in my memory was of Loris being knocked unconscious before my eyes. A Liangshan hero emerged from the darkness, sporting a very familiar greasy face—he helped Loris up, staring blankly at me. Unfortunately, I didn't even get a chance to greet him before another 'thud!' sounded behind me.

I suppose I was knocked unconscious too.

His thoughts ended there, but at the same time, doubts welled up in He Ye's heart. He pretended not to wake up for the time being, because he couldn't be sure whether the surrounding environment was good or bad.

But as a sobbing sound rang out, he immediately felt anxious and uneasy.

I suddenly opened my eyes and looked!

What came into view was Mark, who was tied to a stool and had a rag stuffed in his mouth.

Heye: "?..."

A sudden throbbing pain shot through her brain, as if questioning her own memories, but He Ye clearly remembered seeing Mark's stubble face; it was he who had knocked Loris unconscious.

Not to mention the voices of his former teammates, which also rang out one after another.

How do we interrogate him?

"For the sake of our former teammates, let's just use pepper spray."

"Waaaaah—waaaah!!"

Mark struggled with a wad of cloth stuffed in his mouth, the bench leg beneath him thrashing about as if in protest.

He Ye was in complete disarray.

He tried moving his wrists and found that he was not tied up with ropes and was not restrained in any way.

Look around.

A black night enveloped the surroundings, with a full moon hanging high in the sky. Inside the abandoned building were various broken tables and chairs, fabrics, and garbage. This place was originally a welfare academy that was to be built, but unfortunately, the construction team encountered various problems, and now only the concrete structure remains, without any further decoration.

In layman's terms, it's an abandoned building that was built halfway and then abandoned.

The sound of a river could be heard not far away, so it was certain that it wasn't near Seagull Street, but perhaps one of the streets near the Kebolu district.

He Ye had realized that he had been taken to a deserted place—or rather, kidnapped—and that there must have been a deep misunderstanding involved.

"Where is this?" He Ye asked.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lawrence and Monica turned around at the same time. One of them was holding the organization's specially made pepper spray, and the other was holding a stun gun that was crackling with electricity. It was a sight that made people break out in a cold sweat.

"You're awake?" Monica stepped forward, coughing awkwardly twice. "I know you have many questions right now, you can ask them slowly."

Heye: "..."

He Ye indeed had many doubts.

Why did I knock myself unconscious? Why was I kidnapped? These questions welled up from the bottom of my heart, vying to answer them.

At that moment, Mark, who was tied up on the other side, cast a pleading look at him.

He Ye ignored his pleading gaze. Although this restraint play was also strange, it was better to wait until later than the most important question.

He Ye simply asked in a deep voice, "Did you kidnap someone else besides me?"

Monica rubbed her temples and said earnestly:

“To correct you, Leon, we didn’t kidnap you on purpose; it just so happens that you were there.”

"As for your question, we did kidnap another policewoman besides you; she is our target."

"What's the meaning?"

"That might be a bit general—we didn't mean to kidnap her on purpose, she just happened to be there."

"We need to understand the internal structure of the National Security Bureau to prove that our escape route is safe. This intelligence cannot be obtained by other means, but only by kidnapping police officers for questioning. So it just so happens that she was kidnapped, and she is a sergeant. In a way, this is very lucky."

After Monica finished explaining, He Ye had many questions in his mind—for example, why did it need to be confirmed whether the escape route was safe? And why was it certain that the sergeant could confirm the information?

But these issues are not important right now.

Once the police officers fall into their hands, they will not be allowed to leave after being interrogated; the only option will be to eliminate them completely.

He Ye didn't know how long he had been unconscious. They might have already finished getting information, which would make Lolis's situation extremely bad.

"So she is now—"

"She hasn't explained anything yet."

Monica thought for a moment and added, "We didn't use any torture techniques, so you can rest assured about her safety."

He Ye breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

Lawrence stood silently to the side. He had been puzzled by the matter, but Monica had witnessed the whole thing from the top of the tower and understood that their relationship was more than just ordinary. Naturally, she wouldn't say that she would actually resort to such methods. After her explanation, Lawrence tacitly accepted it.

"However, we still need to get some information out of her, and we'll need your help with that."

He Ye, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, felt a bit taken aback, but upon closer reflection, he could understand. The purpose of the kidnapping was to obtain information, but he was unable to take any action because of this.

"Help? How can I help?" he asked.

“We’ll talk about that later,” Monica waved her hand. “Right now, we need to interrogate this guy.”

"Waaah—waaah!" Mark was still struggling.

He Ye was already on edge. He had initially thought it was some terrible event, but now that he had calmed down, it was almost comical.

Why are you interrogating him?

He Ye stood up from the chair, stretched his limbs, and patted the back of his neck, which was still throbbing. He really didn't know who had done this.

Monica turned around upon hearing this and handed her a piece of paper.

He Ye took the map and examined it, finding it to be a map of Greenley City with a red cross marked on it, indicating the location was at a small dock. "What does that mean?"

“There are smuggling boats at this dock, usually disguised as fishing. We can leave by taking their boats, but there’s a problem—” Monica took a deep breath and calmly turned her head, “We don’t know if there are National Security Bureau people at that small dock, and besides, each of the three roads leading from here could be dangerous.”

“Mark told us to follow him down Red Apple Road. He said he knew the NSA didn’t have any people here, and it would be easy to sneak through the alley next to it.”

He Ye frowned after hearing this: "How can he be so sure that the National Security Bureau didn't deploy any people?"

“Yes,” Monica said calmly. “That’s what we were wondering about too. We initially just suspected he was acting strangely, but on the way back, when confronted with this question, he couldn’t find any excuse to explain himself, so we decided to tie him up and get to the bottom of it.”

"After all, no one knows whether we will be greeted by a departing ship or by police officers waiting in a tense atmosphere once we get there."

Heye: "..."

Mark took a deep look at him, and the man who had been struggling fiercely suddenly became embarrassed, avoiding his gaze. He even forced a fawning smile when Lawrence walked up to him.

Well, it's not unfair.

He Ye didn't want to participate in the torture. He let them do whatever they wanted and would ask about the results later. Although the fact did surprise him, he didn't think he was really a traitor.

Otherwise, why would Mark have gone to all that trouble to escape in the airship?
Monica and the others probably knew about this, so they just wanted to know the reason without actually interrogating him or treating him as a traitor.

He Ye sighed, "Can I go see her?"

"You mean that policewoman?" Monica replied after a moment of silence, "You can rest assured that she is safe and sound. We still have people watching over her... As for going to see her, forget it. It would only put you in an awkward position."

"After all, you were also kidnapped, and we need you to help us using this 'kidnapped' identity. Since force won't work, we have to use softer methods to extract information."

After a long silence, He Ye could only nod.

"Okay... I get it, was it Sofia watching her?"

The name Sofia comes to mind.

Instantly, everyone turned to look.

Lawrence, who was wiping the person with pepper spray, turned around expressionlessly; Monica, who was activating the stun gun, turned around meaningfully.

Even Mark, whose eyes were watering from the spiciness, struggled to keep his eyes open and looked on, trembling.

The three people's gazes seemed to pierce through him from top to bottom.

Heye: "?..."

what happened?
Why such a strong reaction when her name is mentioned?
While it was certainly awkward to meet in that manner at the top of the tower, and the funeral was a waste, it didn't feel like I was going to stare myself to death, did it?

"What are you..."

"What did you do to her?" Monica suddenly said seriously. "Her mental state is very strange now. It's impossible to talk to her anymore. The thing she does most is touch her lips with a blank look in her eyes."

“I…” He Ye wanted to refute, but when she heard the last sentence, “touching her lips,” her thoughts suddenly came to her.

He probably understands what's going on.

"..." He Ye's expression turned strange for a moment, and he finally chose to remain silent.

Seeing this, Monica didn't press the matter. Perhaps nothing had actually happened between them; it was simply that Yugiri's psychological reaction upon seeing him was too intense. After all, the resurrection of someone one had been with for a long time would inevitably evoke strong emotions in anyone.

Monica: "She's in the cubicle on the right right now, with your maid. They're probably having dinner."

“I’ll go see her.” He Ye paused for a moment before saying, “And the little maid, you mean the girl with short black hair? How did Nicole get here?... Did you capture her too?”

"No, she was following you the whole time and just happened to bump into you. We asked her if she wanted to leave with us, and she happily nodded and said yes. We didn't force her."

Heye: "..."

He Ye remembered this incident. He had noticed Nicole following behind, but at that time he was too busy dealing with Lolis to remember her existence. His more skilled spy teammates caught him off guard and led him into an ambush.

“Okay…” He Ye was about to turn around.

Monica then stopped her, shaking her head with concern:
"Forget it, you'd better not go see her. The situation might get worse. Let's deal with things here first, and we'll have plenty of time to talk on the ship later."

"By the way—"

"Are you leaving with us?"

Monica looked intently at He Ye.

He Ye was stunned when he heard this. He understood that it would be safe to go with them, but there would be no way to come back after leaving like this. His name would be labeled as a traitor, and his former friends would look at him differently.

But after only a brief hesitation, He Ye turned around.

Because he also had a thought in his mind: he could leave without any future troubles.

"Yes, let's go together. After all, there's no other suitable way to leave," He Ye said softly.

Monica nodded: "I understand."

After a brief silence...

He Ye walked back, holding a heavy leather whip in his hand, looking at the two people around him with mixed feelings, as if he had joined a small group of devils.

Mark struggled violently on the stool, whimpering.

He Ye is really unbearable to look at—

"I'm not saying this to be mean, but why did you gag him and interrogate him like that?" He Ye asked, rubbing his forehead. "Even if he wanted to confess, he wouldn't be able to, would he?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lawrence glanced calmly at Monica. He had also considered this, but he didn't say much. He just suspected that this was settling old scores, such as when she ate for free at the psychological clinic and was refused more funding, and when Mark borrowed money from her two months ago when the activity funds were not distributed and has not yet paid it back.

Monica said casually:
"You're right, pull it out now."

"..." It sounded as if she had forgotten about it.

Soon, the rag in Mark's mouth fell to the ground, and his first words were full of loyalty, which was both funny and exasperating.

"I'll confess! I'll confess to everything!"

(End of this chapter)