The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 647

Astrid gave a curt nod. "Yes, Alfred has confessed. We detected a virus in his system, which, according to him, is called ST-0. Apparently, it's a mandatory injection for all members of their spy ring. This virus alters their genetic makeup, enabling them to slip through searches undetected."

No wonder Astrid had never suspected Alfred during their courtship. His genetics had been altered.

ST-0 was obviously a precursor to ST-1. Both involved genetics!

Astrid continued, "Vivienne, looks like we're back in the game together."

Vivienne chuckled. "Yeah, teaming up again. Time to bring down this spy network once and for all!"

"And Benjamin..."

"Leave Benjamin to me. I'll get what I need from him, and then he'll be all yours by tomorrow morning. Someone will be in touch."

Astrid understood. "Alright, I'll await your update."

...

In the Nine Mystics Society's interrogation room.

Benjamin gradually came to, realizing he was strung up from the ceiling, his feet dangling above a bubbling cauldron.

He recoiled in shock. "This is torture! I demand human rights!"

Matthew strolled in, smirking at Benjamin's outcry. "Human rights? For a spy like you?"

Benjamin, no longer hiding his true colors, retorted, "Don't prisoners of war get decent treatment? You'll regret this!"

The next moment, a lash from Matthew's whip cut across Benjamin's body without mercy. "You think this is a place for pleasantries? Don't you know who I am? Spill it—who put you up to selling those cameras?"

The sting of the whip nearly sent Benjamin into the afterlife, and he quickly realized he wasn't dealing with the usual authorities.

Slick had set him up!

"I'll talk, I'll talk."

He could posture all he wanted with the official agencies, but against this rough justice, silence could be deadly.

"It's Dracon Linklater. He had me steal the Brooks family's cameras to leak bionic tech secrets, all for profit. He paid me handsomely, and I was going to run with the money, but then you caught me. I'm telling the truth!"

Matthew, frustrated he couldn't justify another lash, sat down, deflated.

This Benjamin really had no backbone, spilling the beans after just one whip. Clearly, GTO did not train their agents well at all. If it were him, he would never betray his organization!

"Got any proof?"

"Absolutely! I recorded every meeting with him on those cameras, got the videos to prove it."

Sighing, Matthew ordered Benjamin to be cut down.

Benjamin thought he was being set free, thanking Matthew profusely, "Thank you, boss. Does this mean I can go?"

Matthew nodded. "Sure, someone's here to pick you up."

As Astrid and her team entered, she greeted him, "Old-F, if you please."

Realizing his fate was still in the hands of the intelligence bureau, Benjamin sat down in defeat.