Chapter 70: The Assault
"I'm from Horus's ranch." Ram looked at Caesar respectfully, his face clearly carrying a sense of confidence.
As if waiting to see Caesar's shocked expression.
But Caesar's expression didn't change at all. He asked back, "Just that?"
His ice-cold voice didn't waver. Caesar slowly stood up, looked down at Ram, extended one hand, and gripped Ram's neck. "If you have something to say, say it clean and fast. Otherwise, be careful it doesn't become your last words."
Caesar's strength was tremendous, instantly making Ram's face turn purple.
Ram opened his mouth, wanting to beg for mercy.
But Caesar's grip didn't loosen. After letting Ram experience dozens of seconds of suffocation, Caesar finally released his hand.
Ram lay on the floor, greedily breathing, clear handprint marks on his neck. He looked at Caesar in terror.
He hadn't expected Caesar to be so violent.
Merle curled his lips, the corners of his mouth still rising slightly. Seeing Ram suffer was still quite satisfying.
Caesar stepped back two paces. "Ram, tell me all the intelligence you know. Not just that Horus sent you to gather intelligence, or the plan to invite me to cooperate with him to attack Old Man Leon. I advise you—tell everything, one by one."
Ram's eyes shrank sharply. He'd only said he was from Horus's side—why did Caesar know so much?
Countless terrified thoughts echoed in his mind. Could Horus's side have Caesar's mole?
In his daze, Ram saw Caesar's pupils deep as black holes and felt himself instantly seen through.
"Speak. Besides this, I'm also very interested in your ranch's combat personnel, weapon quantities, and patrol routes."
Caesar planned to squeeze out every bit of Ram's value.
Ram froze, saying somewhat tremblingly, "I'm from Horus's side. You can't treat me like this."
"Really? We can't?" The corners of Caesar's mouth curved upward as he asked back.
"Then let's try and see!"
Immediately, Caesar gave Daryl and Merle a look and turned to leave the detention room.
Amy and the others also followed out.
Ryan quickly stepped forward, asking, "Boss, are we not cooperating with Horus?"
Caesar stopped, turned to look at Ryan, and asked, "Do you think Horus would refuse our cooperation for the sake of a subordinate?"
"Uh..." Ryan thought for a moment, recalling previous memories about Horus, then raised his head and said, "Horus absolutely won't."
"Exactly. Not everyone is like me, cherishing companions." Caesar smiled and patted Ryan's shoulder, walking out.
The interrogation lasted until midnight. A bloody, barely human-shaped Ram finally confessed everything.
Daryl wrote something on the map while Merle grinned fiercely, continuing to slash at Ram's body with a small knife.
Ram had little strength left to scream. More air going in than out, clearly not long for this world.
Caesar walked into the detention room. Merle straightened up and casually inserted the knife into Ram's shoulder.
Ram instantly became alert, opened his eyes wide, screamed twice, and passed out again.
"Did you get all the intelligence?" Caesar asked.
Daryl handed over the map. "It's all here. The authenticity still needs verification."
"Later, I'll go scout Horus's side again to confirm the intelligence."
Caesar carefully examined the information on the map—warehouse locations, armory, garage, and so on. How many personnel, how many combat personnel, how many patrol personnel.
Only more specific content was missing, like patrol routes and how they changed shifts, and warehouse inventory quantities.
Ram probably wasn't from those positions, so not knowing the situation was normal.
Caesar nodded with great satisfaction. "This interrogation was very valuable."
This sudden unexpected windfall naturally made Caesar very happy.
Merle had also thoroughly vented the anger he'd just suffered.
"Since we've obtained the intelligence, is this person still useful?" Merle moved his hand back and forth on the knife handle stuck in Ram's shoulder. The wound instantly overflowed with fresh blood.
Ram moved his head, eyes half-open, muttering, "Kill me, just kill me."
"I'm begging you!"
"Can this person hold on?"
Caesar didn't acknowledge Ram's pleas for mercy, pointing at him and asking.
Merle nodded, pressing his elbow on the knife handle. His body weight made the handle sink deep into flesh.
Ram was repeatedly tormented, like a faulty light bulb—sometimes forced awake, sometimes passed out from pain, never finding release.
"He can hold on. Don't look at how he is now—he withstood the two of us brothers' methods for two or three hours. Tough little life!"
"All right, let's go. We'll give Horus a surprise."
Caesar got a positive answer, called the two to lift Ram into the pickup truck bed, then went to the armory to get some things.
The pickup truck didn't turn on its lights. The black exterior moved through the night.
In a short time, the pickup arrived outside Horus's ranch.
Caesar pulled the bolt, looked at Merle and Daryl, and asked, "All ready?"
What Daryl held wasn't his familiar crossbow, but an automatic rifle. Merle was the same.
Merle laughed hoarsely. "Don't worry, boss. Let's go on a killing spree!"
Daryl grunted in response.
Caesar patted his own chest. The thick bulletproof vest made a thumping sound, giving Caesar a strong sense of security.
"Charge!" Caesar's foot slammed on the gas pedal, almost pressing it into the fuel tank.
The pickup truck changed from its previous hidden caution to a brazen roaring charge.
The reinforced crash bar on the front face lit up.
The lights suddenly appeared, startling the drowsy patrol team instantly alert.
But the lights were very strong—they could only cover their eyes, trying to find cover.
Merle leaned half his body out, letting out a weird laugh, took out his automatic rifle and swept it wildly.
The vehicle body jolted. Merle didn't aim, just pointed the gun in one direction and fired without even looking.
Bullets struck the defensive fortifications, making crackling impact sounds. Two unlucky guys were hit by ricochets and screamed.
As the smell of blood spread, the others dared even less to expose themselves, worried the next second they'd be shot.
Actually, only a few were hit by bullets.
Merle fired very fiercely, suppressing them so they couldn't raise their heads.
Immediately, the pickup truck approached Horus's ranch gate and crashed through in an instant.
Several cowboys near the gate flew backward, rolling several times, not knowing if they were alive or dead.
The massive crash made everyone at Horus's ranch hear the commotion. They turned on lights one after another, fumbling for weapons.
Caesar opened the car door and roared, "Get out! Pull Ram down for me."
He then grabbed the grenade launcher and fired one round toward an empty area without houses.