Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 1024

"Shouldn't we wait for them to wake up and interrogate them?"

York Vance asked.

"I don't care how they got here. If they're helping this evil empire operate, they deserve to die."

The harsh reality was that Mira's team only had a few dozen people, and they were up against ruthless, heavily armed enemies. If they took too many prisoners, they wouldn't be able to control them.

If the captives staged a riot later and injured any of the rescue team, it would be a catastrophic mistake.

Mira noticed a massive piece of machinery nearby and frowned. "What is that?"

York walked over to inspect it. "Why is there shredded flesh underneath it? What on earth is this thing used for?"

Hank Whitlock let out a dark, cynical laugh. "Open the bins next to it, and you'll have your answer."

Callum Young cautiously lifted the lid of one of the bins. "Bodies! Corpses with their organs harvested! There's a ton of them!

Wait... there's... there's..."

By the end of his sentence, his voice was trembling violently.

"There's what?"

"These bodies... it looks like their bones have been extracted too."

Callum said, his voice shaking. A hardened military man, yet he could barely keep himself steady on his feet.

It was pure shock, mixed with blinding rage!

But he was a soldier. He had to grit his teeth and endure it.

"Is that machine... The Industrial Shredder?"

One of the soldiers asked in horror.

"Exactly. When the body count gets too high, disposal becomes a logistical nightmare, not to mention a liability if investigators come snooping.

So they just shred them and flush them straight into the sewage system."

Whitlock said coldly. His company handled operations in this region, so he was far more intimately acquainted with its darkness.

Even Master Ellis, a man who had seen his fair share of brutality, widened his eyes in sheer disbelief.

"How many layers of hell do you think these monsters will burn in?"

York spat furiously.

"That's why every single person wearing a lab coat in this place deserves a bullet, even if they claim they were forced."

They had scalpels in their hands. They could have chosen to end their own lives. Instead, they chose to become executioners for the cartel.

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