The two eagle-claw blades in Deep Throat's hands ground together faster, their piercing screech like death's cheers.
Harry's keen instincts as a detective made him notice the problem in Deep Throat's words.
He had actually been traded away without his permission.
"Looks like there's no way out for me. So how do I get to Hell?" Harry crushed out the cigarette in his hand.
The searing sensation jolted him awake.
"Through the box. You'll feel it soon enough."
"What?"
The moment the words left his mouth, wires shot out from the surrounding walls, their tips lined with hooked barbs.
They wrapped around Harry's body layer by layer, like a trussed crab or prey caught in a spiderweb.
As the other ends of the wires in the walls retracted, Harry D'Amour, like a fish on a cutting board, was sliced through skin, fat, and muscle by the tightening wires until they caught on bone.
His bones were severed.
He was turned into neat chunks of flesh that scattered across the floor.
Amid his agonized screams, his life ebbed away.
Labyrinth had gained a new High Priest. The person Harry D'Amour had been so desperate to find, the one who had used him as a bargaining chip, was Wu Heng.
At that moment, his avatar, Swine Two, was observing the mortal world.
When he heard the United States command headquarters mention "Heaven's reply," he came here and observed them without their notice.
He wanted to see how they communicated with Heaven.
Under Wu Heng's concealed watch, an object resembling a model nuclear bomb was brought into the conference room through layer after layer of procedures.
They pressed a button, and a mysterious signal shot into the sky.
Their question was mixed within it. From the conversion ripples it carried, Wu Heng recognized