Chapter 188 Experiment
Chapter 188: Experiment
"I remember Pasher was talking about something before you cut him off. I can’t help but wonder if he was talking about blowing up the amusement park, was he?" Ryder asked Jameson. "That would have come in the news for sure."
Jameson had looked calm most of the time. Even when Ryder had shown him the gun, he still hadn’t looked anxious, but it was suddenly different.
As soon as Ryder mentioned the blowing up of the amusement park, Jameson became anxious. A deep frown appeared on his face as he glanced at Ryder.
"What are you talking about?" He asked, acting ignorantly.
Even though he wanted to ask how Ryder knew it, he didn’t do it since that would prove that it was the truth. He wanted to deny it completely, and the best way to do that was to not even acknowledge it.
"Of course you know what I’m talking about. I know about it as well. I killed the guy who you sent to set things up, too," Ryder chuckled. "What did you think happened to him? Did you think that he escaped with whatever money you gave him?"
"You killed him?" Jameson inquired, as a frown covered his face.
"Yeah, I think I shot him two times, or maybe it was one, I don’t remember how many times I shot him," Ryder muttered as he placed his finger on his chin.
"I’m sure you’re curious. You want to know why I did that, don’t you?" Ryder inquired as he chuckled.
"Don’t worry; it was not to stop whatever plan you were hatching. I just happened to be present in that park that day. That bastard hit me while walking and didn’t even apologize. I took him to a corner and beat the shit out of him, but before I could shoot him, he started blabbering. He talked about how his bag had a bomb, and if I killed him, the whole place would be blown up."
Ryder started using his bluff to make up a story.
"I dealt with the bomb and, after that, interrogated him. After getting my answers, I shot him. Not a big deal," Ryder said casually.
"He told me about the person who sent him to blow up the place and guess who that person was?" Ryder inquired as he enjoyed the deepening frown on Jameson’s face.
Jameson heard Ryder’s question, but he already knew what Ryder was trying to make him say. He wondered if Ryder had a recorder, and he was an agent sent to take his confession. He refused to say anything.
"What happened? Cat got your tongue? Anyway, I guess I’ll have to be the one who tells you. He said your name. Now I have a question. Why were you going to blow up your own property?" Ryder asked with an interested smile on his face
Jameson just stood before him and didn’t say anything.
Ryder sighed to himself.
"I guess you don’t take me seriously anymore," Ryder muttered.
Ryder had the gun which he had taken from the girl, but he wasn’t using his own gun yet. He brought his hand behind his back and sent the girl’s gun back into his storage space behind his back. He brought out another gun.
The reason he wanted another gun was because the second gun was already set up with a silencer that made no notice when one was shot.
Jameson was still not saying anything, and he was just looking at Ryder. He was really doubtful that Ryder was from the FBI and that he was undercover acting to be a criminal. He thought that the FBI had somehow caught the person he had sent to blow up the park, and they decided to enact this plan to get a confession out of him.
The timing of the arrival of the FBI team and Ryder matched as well.
He also believed that they talked about Pasher and made him call him just to throw him off so that he wouldn’t think too deeply when Ryder asked other questions. He also believed that Ryder wouldn’t shoot him.
"I’m asking you one last time. Are you going to answer me or not?" Ryder inquired with a stern look on his face.
Jameson still didn’t open his mouth.
Ryder abruptly brought his hand forward with him and asked once again. Jameson still didn’t answer, but this time Ryder straight away shot the foot of Jameson.
The bullet penetrated Jameson’s foot, making him scream like a pig. He dropped down to the ground and roared as loud as he could, but Ryder didn’t stop him and stayed there with a subtle smile on his face.
"Hearing your scream gives me pleasure. Don’t know why, though. I must really hate you for not answering," Ryder chuckled.
"Is that the best you can scream?!" Ryder thundered, not keeping his voice low.
Jameson looked at him in shock. His eyes were blood red, and his face was pale because of the pain, but he was more shocked that Ryder hadn’t tried to keep him silent. Why wasn’t he worried for his men to come here? What was happening here? Didn’t he use a silencer because he wanted to keep the noise down, why was he not keeping his voice down then?
"What Jameson didn’t know was that the gun Ryder was using was the one he had taken from the same person that Jameson had sent to blow up the amusement park. As for the silencer, that was just something that Ryder used as a decoy just to see this confused look on Jameson’s face.
He had already warded the room by using an item from the system. It was the same item that he had used in the office of the Dean of the University of Dreamers when he went there to beat him.
This was a precaution, and the item wasn’t much expensive either. After using it, it was impossible for any sound to leave this room.
"You can scream as much as you want, but your guards won’t come here. As for a reason, I’ll leave that up to your guess," Ryder replied.
"On another note, if you don’t answer me, your other leg will be gone as well. I’m not joking. You don’t know the psychopath you have come to face with. Answer me, or we can have a small experiment. Do you want to hear the experiment? It’s the same one I had with the guy you sent to blow up the park."
"I’ll count to three, and if you don’t start answering, I’ll shoot your other leg, and then I’ll tell you about the experiment," Ryder added.