Before long, the door opened again, and a wheelchair was slowly pushed out. The sight of the person sitting in it instantly drained the color from Pete's face.
"My daughter? How... how are you here?" Pete cried out.
In that instant, he felt that all the political wisdom he had built up over the years had become a joke.
His daughter was the only attachment his late wife had left him. Now he had lost all choice, and the reckoning he had just imagined carrying out afterward was off the table.
The girl, likewise tied to her wheelchair, still had tear tracks on her face. Several layers of tape covered her mouth.
The man opened the recording screen on his phone and handed it to Pete.
"I committed an unforgivable crime. The true mastermind behind Carl's death was me..."
Once the video was recorded, Pete hung his head dejectedly like a deflated balloon. Unwilling to accept it, he asked, "Who exactly are you?"
His answer was a knife-hand strike to the neck. His vision went black, and he passed out.
Much later, when he opened his eyes again, he was back home, lying on the living room floor. His daughter sat beside him, crying.
Seeing Pete wake up, his daughter handed him a piece of paper. Written on it were the words-Black Noir.
Meanwhile, on the top floor of Vought Tower.
Soldier Boy slumped in his office, his expression gloomy.
Several hours had passed, but A-Train still had not found Pete's whereabouts.
An unknown complication had arisen. If word of Pete's disappearance got out at daybreak, they would be in serious trouble.
This was no ordinary matter. The death of a businessman like Carl was one thing, but Pete's position was special. Vought might face a devastating blow.
"Damn