THE POLICE INSPECTOR MEYRLION

In the interrogation room, that was set up by Jack.

"Take a seat, please" Meyrlion looks do not care about his interrogated person, who had been losing all of his limbs.

With great effort, because he has not had his palms of his hands and feet no more, he crawled to be able to sit in the chair provided. His body shivered and his body has already drenched with sweat.

"Do you realize how bad your mistakes were? Breaking other's national border, intruding to the private asset, and attempt to murder someone... A death penalty was not enough to redeem your crime. I do not wish to talk about countless military code that you've been had violated. Trust me; I am your only hope. Answer my entire question honestly, because your next destination will depend on me. Realize that hours ago, your life has been forfeit. This is your second chance, you only chance, your last chance. One single lie will be a real disaster for you. Do not waste it."

"Yes. Understood, Sir"

"Now answer all my questions briefly and clearly. What is your name?" Meyrlion asked.

"My name is Guymar Godfreed"

"Do you have valid Travel Documents from your country?" Merylion asks in a very cool manner, just like a flamboyant agent from Albion nations of the earth. In his heart, he tried it to be seen as cool as possible, inspired by the movie he had watched from Jack's laptop. He is turning his baritone voice mode on. He thinks this is the correct time to use it. Slowly but sure, this behavior has become his second nature.

"I don't have it, sir," he answered with a confused face.

"Do you have a valid immigration document from our country?"

"What? I don't have it, sir" he answered with a scared face...

"Do you have a valid Visa?"

"What is that sir? I don't have it, sir," he answered with a fearful face. It never occurred to his mind that entering this country would be so complicated and problematic.

"Have you given the correct information in obtaining a visa?" This time Meyrlion deliberately showed a sour, cynical and disappointed face.

"No, sir. I have never known it before ..." Guymar realized that he was truly at the edge of the dead scythe.

"Do you have a valid certificate of dangerous infectious disease free which is issued by our country's quarantine bureau?"

"No, sir ..." Guymar was nervous and nervous. He felt his bladder had begun to trigger a coup d'état.

"Do you have a free letter from the involvement of international crimes and organized transnational crime from our country's security officials?"

"No, sir ..." Guymar replied with an increasingly soft voice. He felt more panicked. And now his stomach and buttocks are also starting to hold demonstrations. This is clearly a vicious and extravagant betrayal for him.

"Who is your official person in charge of entering our country?"

"There is none sir ..." Guymar answered in a slightly loud voice, to cover the farting sound that was come out without further notice. His body is filled with cold sweat which flooded from head to toe.

"Frrrrt....frrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt" finally, it leaked out of control, just like thunderstorm raid the island. Guymar can only be able to surrender to his unconditionally unfortunate fate. The stinky smell of Guymar's `son of dung` spread all over the room.

Meyrlion struggles so hard to hold his ultimate laughter. Behind his black mask, his face turns red, just like steamed crab.

I'm dead now. I'm finished. It's my doomsday. Goodbye world. Guymar's face turns pale and hopelessly prays that a dead angel will gladly take his life now.

"This is really an inappropriate action to be received by a public officer like me, Mister Guymar. I was just asking you politely, without any pressure, and this is how you responded to me? You are not mentally broken, aren't you?"

"No, Sir. I am sorry." Guymar desperately apologizes to Meyrlion.

"Listen, I will forgive you if those were your official standard operational procedure applied by your government as your national policy. And I will also forgive you if this incident happened because your disabilities to control yourself.

But once I found out that you were aware, intentionally and planned to do a negative response such as this again, the consequences you had would be very harsh.

Believe me, you won't like it. And remember, the only one that was willing and capable to help you is only me. None care about you but me. You may hate me, but you don't have any other choice, except fully cooperate with me, tell me only the truth, without any hidden lies.

Not even once. Never.

Bear in your mind that you should only answer me without any delay or fun games. I do not have time for that.

Try to not disappoint me more than this... Do you understand, Mister Guymar?"

"Yes, Sir. Yes. I am sorry." Guymar answers him, totally scared.

"I give you a little time to clean up your own mess. I'll be back soon. Make sure there is no stinky smell floating around this room. I hate it. I hope we can continue our friendly conversation without anymore break."

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Twenty-five minutes later, Guymar has done his part. The room has not emitted dung smell anymore. The liquid and biological garbage which is scattered in the interrogation seat has been thrown out.

"Thank you for your hard work. Now let's continue our schedule. Tell me about your nation? Which country do you serve now?"

"I do serve my country, Kingdom of Thousandcaves."

"Where are its locations?"

"From the direction of the Magetan city to the southeast, about five days by horse"

"Who's your lord?"

"Your Majesty, King Leodes."

"I never heard of him."

"He was just claiming the throne, a few months ago."

"What has happened to the previous King?"

"He was passed away in the middle of civil war."

"What has happened in your king succession?" Meyrlion asks.

Guymar faces looked so sad and aging.