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After I Fully Prepared for the Apocalypse, the Ungrateful Cried with Regret novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50: Chapter 50: Interrogation

"Captain Sloan... he... he..."

Holt Tate and the others stammered, not daring to say anything.

Keaton Sloan was dead.

And he was the man who had just been assigned here from above.

"I killed him."

Nina Jacobs had already steeled herself for this when she killed Keaton Sloan.

She never planned on hiding it in the first place.

"What did you say?!"

They all spoke at once. Even Renee Strong couldn’t believe it.

Liam Grant was even more shocked. "You killed Keaton Sloan?!"

’He was one of my trump cards!’

"That’s what I want to know. Why did you kill him?"

Compared to the others’ shock, Chester Pearson was more curious.

Nina Jacobs glanced at him and answered calmly,

"For the greater good, sometimes sacrifices are unavoidable."

"..."

Those were the exact words he had just said. He hadn’t expected her to throw them back at him so quickly.

A moment later, Chester Pearson actually burst out laughing.

"She did it to protect me."

Ian Chandler stepped in front of Nina Jacobs.

"Looks like we need to have a proper talk."

Chester Pearson just waved his hand, and the group behind him immediately moved forward to clear a path.

Nina Jacobs and her group were "invited" into a relatively clean room.

"Long time no see."

Liam Grant looked at Nina Jacobs, a new hint of vigilance in his eyes.

’Why on earth is Shannon Renner with Nina Jacobs?’

"Can’t seem to get rid of you," Leo Hale muttered.

"You know each other?"

Dawn Donovan was surprised, but it wasn’t hard to connect the dots. After all, Liam Grant was the one who said Ian Chandler might be in the area.

"We were university classmates."

As if afraid of what Nina Jacobs might say, Renee Strong quickly answered.

But Nina Jacobs didn’t even glance at them. She sat off to the side, took out a wet wipe, and began cleaning her hands.

She even gave some to Leo Hale and the others.

"Ah, that feels better."

Chelsea Walsh was feeling great right now.

Nina Jacobs’s words had been instantly satisfying, but she was also a little worried that Nina might get into trouble for killing that man.

"Captain Pearson, this is what happened... She... she killed Keaton Sloan in self-defense. We believe what Captain Sloan did at the time was completely inappropriate!" Holt Tate said in a loud rush.

"Self-defense is no excuse for killing. The higher-ups gave a directive to preserve lives to the greatest extent possible; it’s part of the strategy to conserve our fighting strength. Besides, your Captain Sloan was assigned here by the organization..." Dawn Donovan said to Holt Tate, but her preachy tone made it sound like she was speaking for everyone else’s benefit.

"That’s right, Nina. How could you kill someone? We can barely save people as it is."

Renee Strong looked at Nina Jacobs with undisguised schadenfreude.

’Nina is done for this time. She killed Keaton Sloan, a guy with connections. And she got caught by Chester Pearson, of all people.’

"My apologies. If there’s going to be an investigation, I can discuss this with you privately. Those two over there—one’s a cheater, and the other is an expert at stealing people’s partners. They’re seriously affecting my mood."

Nina Jacobs showed them no courtesy whatsoever.

Everyone present looked like they were watching a drama unfold. Even Chelsea Walsh’s eyes went wide.

"Nina, there’s no need to be so harsh. We just had a normal breakup," Liam Grant explained.

"Alright, all of you, get out. I’ll handle the questioning."

Chester Pearson had actually agreed.

After everyone had left, Chester Pearson continued,

"I examined Keaton Sloan’s body. You’re a Fire Element Superpower User, too."

"That’s right. As you can see, I used my Superpower to kill him."

A Fireball materialized in Nina Jacobs’s right hand.

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