Malcolm looked down, deep in thought.
He knew.
Frank went around in circles to make him panic, to make him afraid, to torture his mind.
The Stone family's tragic death may have nothing to do with his feud with Frank, but something else.
After figuring out the connection, Malcolm drove straight to the National Investigation Bureau, picked up Brad, and prepared to interrogate Frank himself.
Frank was brought up again, still smiling strangely.
After seeing Malcolm, he scoffed, "How's it going, Malcolm? How does it feel to be lied to? Is it fun? Is it fun?"
Malcolm wasn't in the mood for riddles. He just said coldly, "You did the Stone family thing."
This time, Frank did not refute, but readily acknowledged, "Yes, I did it. What is the problem?"
"What's your motive? You killed nearly 100 people in the Stones. You're out of your mind."
Malcolm's voice was low. Although he didn't have much in common with the Stone family and he boasted that he wasn't a good person, it was cruel to think that all the innocent people in the family were dead.
Frank did not care and shrugged, "Killing is killing. What motive? I never need motive to do things."
"Diego Stone knows things he shouldn't know, so I had to kill the whole family."
The lives of hundreds of people from Frank's mouth were like poultry, and there was no remorse on his face.
Brad whispered into Malcolm's ear, "Boss, it's been verified that Diego Stone did receive a threatening phone call just before the incident. We've been able to take the recording from the phone and reconstruct the voice inside to confirm that the person who threatened Diego Stone was Frank."
"Malcolm."
The door to Frank's interrogation room opened and the officers of the bureau entered. Malcolm nodded at them.
One of them opened a notebook in his hand, "Mr. White, we captured one of Frank's men last night. He's one of the people involved in the Stone family massacre. After interrogation, Frank is the mastermind behind the Stone family incident. After DNA comparison at the scene, it's Frank's DNA."
"The prosecutor's office has already given the authority. All the evidence has been submitted to the Bureau of Justice. After it reviews the case, the final penalty will be given."
Frank laughed hysterically, and his eyes were full of evilness. "What are you trying to do, Malcolm? Aren't you very capable? If you have the ability, just order me to die."
As he said this, Frank struggled to get up from his chair.
Brad rushed over and held him it down, warning, "Frank, you're going to die. You better behave!"
"Malcolm, I'm gonna kill you. I'm gonna haunt you, and you're gonna pay for April! You should atone for your sins! Do you know why your son is always sick? That's what you deserve. It all falls on your son. S404 biochemical virus will kill him sooner or later!"
He knew about the S404 biochemical virus?
Clang!
Malcolm kicked the table in front of him. His eyes were bloodthirsty as he grabbed Frank's neck. "Frank, don't curse my son."
The kids and Lyra were his limit, and no one can touch them.
"Boss, calm down."
Brad grabbed Malcolm, who was about to punch Frank, and shook his head. "Boss, you can't."
The other officers of NIB were still there. Malcolm may be the boss, but public threats to harm a prisoner were punishable. Don't let Frank get to him.
As Malcolm's scarlet eyes met Frank's unflinching mockery, "What? You can arrest me, but you can't decide whether I live or die? Aren't you the boss of NIB? Don't you have a gun in your hand? Kill me! Come on!"
"Boss, don't fall for his trick."
Brad kept Malcolm from doing anything drastic.
Malcolm had never been impulsive, but Frank had been challenging his limit. Spencer's body had been not good. This was a malady of Malcolm's heart.
Seeing this, the other two also dissuaded him, saying, "Mr. White, we'll take it from here. You'd better go home and get some rest."
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