BIOLOGICAL SUPERCOMPUTER SYSTEM

Chapter 895: Volkov's funny activities

Richard's piercing screams shattered the heavy silence, carrying an intense and agonizing pain.

Every syllable was a painful symphony-a building crescendo of suffering that echoed through the chamber and into the depths of despair.

The sound of his screams was so intense that his voice cracked, to the point he could do nothing but make guttural sounds akin to those of an injured beast.

Those were the anguished cry of a man who had been pushed to his limits, the raw expression of a soul that had been beaten but was still unwilling to surrender to the man in front of him.

"YOU BASTARD! MOTHER FUCKER!"

As the chains of aclaitrium ore wrapped themselves around Richard's shaking body, their frigid touch tore into his flesh like tendrils.

More and more times, the knife was used. With each stroke, red streams cascaded down his skin, painting this horrible scene of misery.

At the same time, he was gasping for air, and his eyes were wide with fear. The air was filled with the metallic flavor of blood.

As he struggled to maintain consciousness, the room seemed to revolve around him, and the blackness enveloped him more and more.

A man sat on a chair in front of him, his sneering face twisting into a grimace.

The light danced upon his features, accentuating the cruel gleam in his eyes as he savored Richard's torment with perverse delight.

Amidst the cacophony of Richard's muffled sobs, the air was laden with the stench of fear and despair, a scent so overpowering it seemed to suffocate the very space it filled.

The tormentor's laughter reverberated throughout the room like the frightening chorus of nightmares. Every useless attempt against the shackles binding him served only to feed the tormentor's delight.

"Richard Stone. The richest and most powerful man in the entire country," Volkov said. "You know, I didn't think I would have found myself in such a situation with you."

A grin crept across his face as he continued to torture Richard. The man's eyes gleamed with sadistic glee as he reveled in the pain and fear he was inflicting on his captive.

Volkov stopped to allow his prisoner to talk, think, and breathe. Richard remained defiant, his eyes filled with hatred that only seemed to amuse Volkov more.

With each passing moment, the situation grew more dire for Richard as he realized there was no escape from this nightmare.

It had already been two weeks since the Blackguards captured him, and unsurprisingly, they brought him back to Volkov in New Alexandria.

During the journey, he was brutally attacked and left on the verge of death.

He couldn't escape since some people had brain crystal powers capable of suppressing those of other people and were using them against him.

To keep him trapped, they also bound his hands and feet with unbreakable restraints.

"НАНА, НАНАНА, НАНАНАНАНАНАНА."

Richard laughed, but this was mostly because of the madness the pain was inducing him into.

"DO YOU REALLY THINK DOING THIS WILL BRING YOU SOMETHING?"

Volkov smirked as he looked down at the captive with a sadistic grin.

"Bring me something? Oh! I get it now. You think I'm doing this because I want you to tell me something! Unfortunately, that's not what I'm aiming for. Do you really think I didn't know you were helping Becker? You really think we knew nothing about your attempt to rescue him?"

Richard was not surprised by it at all. Noah told him and the others that there was a good chance the blackguards already knew what they were about to do.

"You knew, yet you failed. Pretty disappointing, am I right?"

"Who said we failed?" Volkov said. He then sat up straight in his chair, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and malice.

"You see, we lost a prisoner. One that never told us anything, and that quickly proved to be useless. He didn't have information about Armand or Romano. He didn't know where their base was. You, on the other hand, have plenty of information."

"If you think I will talk, you are mistaken."

Volkov chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Oh, I'm not worried about that. We have many ways to make you talk. This little friendly session between us was just for my own amusement," he said with a sinister grin.

"I have no doubt you will eventually spill everything you know," Volkov said, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and malice.

"You are a mad psycho fucker, Sinisa!"

"Ah, yes! Yes! Maybe I am." He grinned

"But that doesn't change the fact that you will talk eventually, one way or another. You may think you're tough, but even the strongest will break under enough pressure," Volkov said,

his grin widening.

"And when you do, I will reward you for your cooperation." Sinisa's eyes narrowed as he realized the true extent of Volkov's twisted intentions.

"The prize? Your daughter's and wife's heads will be on this table right here."

"YOU MOTHER FUCKER! YOU BASTARD!" But it didn't matter how Richard screamed. Volkov's smile only increased.

Richard tried to reach Volkov, but the heavy chains around his wrists and ankles prevented him from getting any closer.

Richard's heart raced with fear as he realized the danger his family was in. "You will pay for this, Volkov. I swear it," he said through clenched teeth, his eyes burning with hatred.

With a smug expression, Volkov leaned even closer, his voice dropping to an amused whisper. "Yeah, yeah, keep threatening. Not that it will help you."

The man paused for a second with a crazed expression on his face before slowly reaching for a sharp object on the table beside him.

"Now, shall we resume our little chat?"

Volkov took a knife after having handpicked the one he wanted to use.

As he twirled the object in his hand, a sly smile played on his lips.

The glint in his eyes became more intense by the second.