Neo carefully inched closer to the desk, his eyes glued to the employee sipping coffee.
The faint sound of the chair creaking as he shifted his weight was the only noise in the otherwise silent room.
'Slowly'
He was almost within arm's reach when the man spoke, his voice low and casual, as if talking to himself.
"Another batch of corpses came in today. Seems like they're sending more every day now."
Neo froze for a split second, caught off guard by the comment.
He quickly recovered, staying perfectly still, not wanting to draw attention.
The man took another sip of his coffee, not bothering to turn around.
"Feels like our bosses are getting impatient. I won't be shocked if some journalist discovers this place sooner or later with how many people they've been taking"
He leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms.
"Just shows what money can get you. Can't believe even the governments leaders are letting this go."
His tone shifted, becoming a little darker, as he leaned back in his chair again.
"Hell, if I didn't need the paycheck, I'd probably report the whole damn operation. But who am I kidding? What would I even say? They've got everyone in their pocket.".
Neo, still silent, felt a mix of unease and anger rise within him.
For a paycheck, for money, they were willing to go this far—to play with people's lives, to cover up atrocities.
Neo had seen and heard many types of evil before, but whoever was running this place was on an entirely different level.
How many lives had been taken just for some twisted agenda, and how many more would be sacrificed to keep it all under wraps?
His fingers twitched at his sides, but he forced himself to stay calm.
"Fuck that!" Neo roared, suddenly spinning the chair around.
Before the man could even process what was happening, Neo grabbed him by the neck.
"Don't fucking move, bastard," Neo hissed, his grip tightening around the man's neck.
"I can't control my strength, so just blame me if I accidentally kill you like your friend."
The man's eyes bulged in shock as he gasped for air, his hands instinctively clawing at Neo's arm.
As the man started to lose consciousness, he released his grip.
"You deserve this, you fucking trash." Neo spat on the man's face.
Next, he took a step back, his gaze cold and urgent as he scanned the room.
His eyes landed on a thick, durable climbing rope hanging near a storage shelf. This one was probably used in this place, given how deep the grave sites were.
He moved quickly, grabbing it and returning to the man, who was now slumped in the chair, unconscious.
ZIPPPP!
Neo tied the man securely to the chair, ensuring he couldn't escape.
He also found a roll of tape nearby. Ripping off a strip, he taped the man's mouth shut, silencing any chance of calling for help.
Seeing that his target was secured, Neo glanced at the desk, his eyes scanning for any hidden alarm buttons.
After a moment, he spotted one tucked under the corner.
'Good thing I watched a lot of spy movies,'
He pushed the chair out of the way, making sure that even if the man woke up, he wouldn't be able to reach it.
'I still have some time,' he thought, moving quickly to check the CCTV monitor.
Studying the screen, he looked for any signs that it was connected to another server.
'Good'
It wasn't connected to anything else. That saved him trouble for now.
'Let's see...' Neo murmured as he began checking the feed.
As Neo continued scanning the feed, a faint rustling sound came from behind him.
The man, still bound and taped, was slowly starting to regain consciousness.
"Oh, you're excited to get tortured, huh?" Neo grinned sadistically as he slowly walked forward.
The man, seeing Neo's face, started struggling to break free.
But Neo, with a cold smirk, was confident in his rope-tying skills.
After all, he was someone who actively participated in physical activities—one of them being a Boy Scout.
Not just that, but during his vigilante days, he'd often tie criminals up for fun after beating them, leaving them helpless by pools or in alleyways.
"I hope your employers got you the best life insurance policy the world could offer," he leaned in closer, his breath cold against the man's ear.
"Because your family will need it if you don't start talking fast."