Chapter 21 - Interrogating a captured foreign mercenary inside the subterranean vault to extract the true identities of the global cartel leaders.
Thirty minutes later, Marcus and two enforcers dragged a struggling, black-clad mercenary into the reinforced subterranean vault.
The man was zip-tied at the wrists, bleeding slightly from a graze on his shoulder where an automated security turret had clipped him.
Samuel sat casually behind his metal desk, pouring two fingers of bourbon into a heavy glass while studying the captive operator.
"Who hired you? The Syndicate of Nine or a rogue faction in Zurich?" Samuel asked, his voice disturbingly calm and quiet.
The mercenary spat blood onto the polished concrete floor, flashing a defiant, arrogant grin at the legendary crime boss.
"You can kill me, Vane, but you can't stop what's coming on the next container ship from Rotterdam," the mercenary sneered.
Samuel didn't raise his voice; instead, he stood up slowly, walked over, and placed a heavy briefcase filled with cash on the table.
"Loyalty to a corpse pays zero dividends; tell me the master ledger code, and you walk out of this vault with a new passport," Samuel offered.
The mercenary's eyes darted toward the cash briefcase, his defiant facade instantly crumbling under the sheer weight of financial temptation.
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Greed always defeated loyalty in the underworld, and the global cartel was built on a foundation of hired guns with no true soul.
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