People had always misunderstood the term "tough guy"! This misconception came from film and television works, as well as literature. When people shaped the concept of a "tough guy," they hoped readers and audiences would associate him with something as hard as stone.
But in reality, there had never been any truly tough guy in this world. No matter how superhuman one's willpower was, it still had to yield before instinct!
The screams rang through the command room at once. Even though the tough guy quickly clenched his teeth and stopped himself from screaming any more, the people outside had already heard the screams from inside.
One of the Director's assistants left the room and closed the door behind him. He stood outside without leaving.
The others more or less understood what was happening inside. They all shifted their gazes away, but their attention remained fixed on it.
The intense pain caused the officer's adrenaline to start surging. After that initial burst of agony, he screamed once, but the pain soon became less unbearable.
His eyes began to redden as he stared fixedly at the Director. "I lost one finger, but someone's going to lose their life!"
The Director slid the dagger back into its sheath. "I don't care, actually."
"You don't need to threaten me with the lives of innocent civilians, or even the lives of members of Congress. It won't work."
"Everyone will only blame people like you for this, not me or anyone else here."
"After people grieve for a while, they'll gradually forget this pain, and new representatives will be elected. Even if you kill everyone inside, it won't affect me in the slightest!"
"I'm here handling this damned mess of yours only to give the public an explanation!"
There was a faint trace of mockery