Chapter 816
Torture
Chapter 816 Torture
Mordis thought that once he finished speaking, even if Wade Gray and his bodyguards didn't help him, they would at least temporarily stop Victor's violence and allow him to continue speaking.
However, what chilled him to the bone was that Wade Gray seemed completely oblivious, continuing to write.
Remus Lupin seemed somewhat concerned, but his gaze shifted between Victor and Wade Gray, his expression so complex that Modigliani couldn't guess what he was thinking.
"Don't count on it!" Victor sneered. "Aren't you ridiculous that you, as traitors among wizards, are caught and yet grovel before the wizards?"
"let me go!"
Modish said in a harsh tone, "Do you know what you're doing? Do you know what's happening in economy class right now? If you don't let go, this whole plane will be finished!"
He hoped that the changes on the other side would draw the wizards' attention to it, but he was also worried that the chaos created by his accomplices would erupt at any moment, and the entire plane would go out of control and crash.
Unlike the four short-haired men, Mordisi took on the role of commander and assistant, but he did not need to sacrifice himself.
As a wizard, even if the plane explodes, he has a plan to escape.
But this plan... was in his carry-on suitcase...
Just now, under Victor's incessant questioning, Mordisi, in order not to appear suspicious, put the suitcase back into the overhead luggage compartment.
At this very moment, his companions below must have already started working on it. The plane could malfunction at any time, and Modigliani's entire focus was on the overhead luggage compartment.
But then he heard a short, cold sneer, filled with undisguised contempt.
"Hahaha...you're threatening me? You're not referring to those four idiots in economy class, are you?"
Modigliani's breath hitched.
Victor said calmly, "Unfortunately, your companion is not as reliable as you think."
Mordisi's eyes widened suddenly: "They...they were captured by your men?"
“Otherwise, where do you think I got the information that you are the ‘Purgers’?” Victor asked.
These words tolled like a death knell in Mordisi's mind.
—Why were they discovered? They had all disguised themselves as ordinary passengers.
To avoid arousing suspicion from Vader Grey's side or the Magical Congress, the chosen individuals were all ordinary people, carrying nothing related to magic...
Suddenly, the scene of being stared at by numerous passengers resurfaced in my mind, as did this moment...
At that moment, he was pinned to the seat by Victor's single hand, making it difficult for him to even breathe, but none of the passengers in front of him turned around to see what was happening.
Even the flight attendants on the plane seemed to have forgotten their duties; no one cared or asked, and no one came to stop them.
It was as if the space they were in had been isolated.
But Mordisi turned his eyes and could barely make out the expressions of Sirius and Harry on the other side of the aisle. They were looking at the two with their mouths slightly open, clearly able to hear and see them.
Therefore... the answer can only be another one...
He said with difficulty, "You... almost everyone on the plane is your people? So any passenger other than you is being closely monitored..."
Victor patted Modigliani's head with his free hand and said:
"Get this straight: you're the one being interrogated! Who are your accomplices? Where are they? What's the specific plan?"
Mordisis had completely given up hope of escape. He stiffened his neck and said coldly:
"Kill me if you dare! But you won't get a single word from me! I will never betray my beliefs or my comrades; the honor of the Purifiers cannot be tarnished!" "The...honor of the Purifiers?"
Victor seemed to find the word ridiculous. He chuckled twice but didn't dwell on it. His rugged face showed neither disappointment nor anger; he simply said indifferently:
"You won't tell me, huh? That's okay... Trust me, you'll tell me eventually!"
Modish's pupils contracted, and he was about to say something, but Victor's hand gripped his throat, and his fingers tightened suddenly!
In that instant, Mordis clearly felt the other's finger bones dig deep into the side of his neck, the artery being violently compressed, causing intense pain and a feeling of suffocation. His temples and the back of his eyes began to throb rapidly, a sharp buzzing sound rang in his ears, and the sounds of the outside world became distant and indistinct.
Just a few seconds later, Mordisi's struggles began to falter, his vision was completely shrouded in darkness, and he felt as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss of darkness.
Just as he was falling into a coma and about to die, Victor suddenly let go of his hand!
In an instant, the body's instinct for survival overwhelmed everything!
Mordis let out a hoarse gasp, followed by uncontrollable violent coughing and gagging, as if he were coughing up his internal organs, and tears welled up in his eyes.
The fresh air rushing into my lungs felt like burning embers mixed with shards of glass, searing and tearing me from my throat to my trachea!
His mind was also in a state of chaos, unable to think, only feeling pure and primal fear, wanting to escape, but the connection between his body and mind seemed to be cut off and he couldn't obey.
Victor calmly watched him convulse and struggle in his seat, then suddenly reached for Mordis's neck again!
"what!"
The man jerked backward like a startled antelope, falling off his seat and landing in the aisle. He frantically reached out to brace himself, shouting:
"Wait! Stop!"
When he opened his mouth to speak, he felt a burning pain in his throat, and his voice was hoarse and unpleasant.
In this moment of seemingly "resurrection," an unprecedented will to survive overwhelmed the so-called "glory of the Purifiers." For the first time, Mordis realized that what he firmly believed in seemed so pale and powerless in the face of life and death.
Victor reached out without hesitation, grabbed Modigliani by the collar, and pulled him back to his seat.
This simple action startled Mordis, causing him to freeze in place, his lips and fingertips trembling involuntarily, and a very short, sharp sound escaped his throat.
This scene, witnessed by Harry, made him feel intensely uncomfortable. He couldn't help but open his mouth and say:
“Mr. Viktor Kravchuk, please…”
"Harry!"
From the seat in front, came the Godfather's deep voice.
Harry looked over and met Sirius's deep gaze. His godfather shook his head slightly, his eyes showing no sympathy or wavering, only the calm and understanding that comes from having experienced truly brutal struggles.
Harry clenched his fists, swallowing back the words that were already on the tip of his tongue.
Victor seemed completely oblivious to Harry and the others' reactions, simply looking down at Mordis, whose eyes were filled with fear, and asked in a calm tone:
"Now, can we continue our conversation, Mr. Graves?"
At this moment, in Mordisi's eyes, Victor was the embodiment of the concept of death and fear, and his psychological defenses completely collapsed.
The man's lips trembled slightly before he finally spoke, his voice quivering:
“I… my accomplices were only those four people… if nothing unexpected happens, they should all have been captured by your men… but…”
He swallowed hard; a mental constraint, ingrained by long-term training, was preventing him from continuing, but under Victor's gaze, he finally spoke in a low voice:
"However, when we, the Purifiers, carry out important operations against wizards... to ensure absolute success, we generally... generally send out two teams..."
"We execute the same orders, operate independently, without affecting each other, and know nothing about each other's identities, locations, or mission details; the only certainty is that the other definitely exists..."
"So... if the mission fails, someone will finish it off; if someone betrays us, someone will silence them... that's how we, the Purifiers, operate..."
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