Chapter 93 Chapter 93

Bill Strauss sat up suddenly from the bed when he heard the sound.His body was shaking.This is a person's immediate, instinctive response to great fear. He saw the figure move over.The bathroom door opened, and the young woman slipped through the door and left the room, closing the door behind her. a trap.He fell into this trap. That figure has become a real body.The figure stands in front of Strauss, looking down at him. John Pooler said, "You're nowhere near Drake, Bill." Strauss just sat there, staring up at the much taller man. Puller grabbed a chair and turned it around.He sat down in a chair facing Strauss, an M11 pistol in his hand.

"How do you know? I guess it's because I've disappeared." "Actually, I knew earlier than that. You're not a good liar. I didn't have too much trouble seeing through you the night we went to your house to inform you of your son's death. You're from the Trent Mining Company Second in command. But you want a bigger house. You are the head of the company, Roger is the face of the company, why let him have the largest share of the company's equity? And you are in the best position to scam and steal the company's funds. No one would think to doubt you, because everyone thinks that if the company's business goes down, so will you. However, if you have controlled the company's funds, things are different. And those architectural drawings of the fortress are It's in your safe, Bill. Not at Trent's. They're the most valuable thing. You know the place like the back of your hand from the blueprints, and you guessed Trivel and Pitna had access to them. "

Strauss's head drooped. "Head up, Bill, and listen to me." Puller slapped him hard on the shoulder, and Strauss raised his head again. "They killed your son, Bill." Strauss punched himself on the thigh and nodded, "I understand. You know I understand." "Then what are you going to do?" "what can I do?" "Your escape is over. You will be in prison for the rest of your life. But you can make amends for your sins, and you have this chance, and you can do what you want. That's right. of." "No, I can't. I can't, Puller."

Puller moved closer to his body, the muzzle of the M11 raised slightly in his hand. Strauss looked at the muzzle and said, "Are you trying to kill me? That's what you're here for?" "I came a long way to see you. But, no, I'm not going to kill you. Unless you give me a reason," Puller said. "I feel sorry for Sam." "I'm not here to talk to you about Sam. I'm here to talk about you." "How did you find me so far away?" "I needn't bother to find you." Strauss looked confused. "I do not understand."

"I don't have to look for you, because I never lost track of you. We always knew where you were. Or rather, we followed you here." "I don't understand. How do you—" Puller stood up. "They killed Dicky, Bill. One shot him in the head. You never meant to do that, did you?" Strauss shook his head vigorously. "It shouldn't have turned out like this. It was never expected to be like this." "The bullet went right through his head. He was on a motorcycle. Then there was, bang!" Puller really took a shot.The bullet remained inside after tearing a hole in the wall.Strauss nearly rolled off the bed in fright.

"Shoot him," Puller went on calmly, "through his head. I was there and saw it all. The hydrostatic effect of a supersonic sniper rifle bullet on a cerebral ventricle filled with cerebrospinal fluid. A Rapple bullet. You don't have to use that bullet to kill him, it's totally overkill. They want to make sure they kill Dicky in one shot. He dies instantly, no luck. You can't Recognized your boy, Bill. He's totally slapped in the face." Strauss straightened up a little, trying to fight back a little. "That wasn't in the original plan. I don't know...no one told me Dicky..." His voice trailed off.Then he started crying.

"I think you were saddened by his death," Puller said. "Of course I'm upset. I was going crazy when you guys came to my house and told me about it. His mother was totally devastated." "But you left her here easily." Puller pointed out the fact. "I can't take her. I can't explain to her..." He broke down, wiping his eyes with his fist. "So you keep your wife in the dark about all this." "I set up an account for her so that she won't need anything more in her life." "Except for her husband and children. And since you left her with Drake, you can't guarantee that the nuke won't kill her."

"They told me . . . I mean our house is far away—" Puller cut him off. "Aren't you outraged that they killed your son?" Strauss said nothing. Puller reached into his coat pocket and took a photograph. "I have pictures of the autopsy here. Would you like to see your son? See what they did to him?" More tears flowed down Strauss' face, and he stopped wiping them away, letting them keep on dripping. "Never thought this would happen." "Well, it did happen, Bill. Would you like to see it?" Puller pressed on him, holding the picture.

Strauss almost curled up into a ball. "No, no, I don't want to see . . . see him like this," he whispered. "If someone does this to my son, I will make them pay in blood. I will spare no effort in revenge. I will do everything possible to seek justice." "I... I can't do that at all right now." "Of course you can avenge him." Puller put the photo back. "Make up for your sins, Bill. You can do the right thing. You can do it for your son." "I can't. You met my wife. They'd hurt—" "She's in our custody. She's going to be placed in the witness protection program. It's been arranged. Everything is in place. All that's needed now is for you to make the right choice."

Strauss asked, "What can I do? Can I—" Puller interrupted him rudely. "You're going to be in jail, Bill, no negotiation." "That means even if I confess, I still have to go to jail?" Strauss said angrily. "But you can keep your life. Compared with death, it's a pretty good option." "So you're going to kill me? If I don't cooperate?" "I don't have to do that." "why?" "The U.S. government will carry out your death sentence. In view of the crimes you committed against national security."

For a moment they all fell silent. Puller finally spoke. "I need your answer, Bill. The plane is waiting. It can take you to one place or the other, depending on your answer." Bill Strauss stood up: "Let's go." Puller also stood up and grabbed the opponent's elbow. "The right choice." "For my son." "That's right," Puller said.