Ch. 370: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 370

Chapter 370

Kevin glanced at Karina and asked with indifference, "What kind of fate do you think you're facing?"

Karina's smile was bitter. "I don’t know if I’ll die or end up in prison. I've accepted whatever comes. I’m not a good person, after all."

Kevin’s gaze sharpened. "What if there was a way to make amends?"

Karina raised her head, hope flickering in her eyes. "Is that really possible?"

Kevin responded, "Anything that benefits the country can make up for your past."

Karina’s eyes filled with doubt. "Then there’s no chance for me. What use am I? I’m only good for fighting and causing trouble."

Kevin shook his head. "You’re still useful. There are people out there waiting for you to save them, to heal."

Karina looked at him, a spark of hope igniting within her.

She still had worth. Her life wasn’t over. She could still help others. It wasn’t as hopeless as it had seemed. She found herself energized, her confidence surging. She longed to be recognized.

Kevin left the ward, where Levi and Frank were waiting. "Levi, help Karina back to her room," he said.

Levi blinked in surprise. "Me?"

Kevin’s voice turned firm. "You’re coming with me to the prison, Frank."

"Yes, Captain."

As they left the hospital, Levi suddenly felt like he had fallen out of favor.

"Why don’t you hurry up and help me?" Karina snapped at him.

Levi hesitated, his eyes darting between her and Kevin.

"Did you forget Team Edwards' orders? Help me now!" Karina stretched out her hand, taking advantage of the situation to push his buttons.

Levi couldn’t refuse, so he reluctantly helped her.

...

Kevin and Frank arrived at the prison. Upon seeing Kevin, the guards greeted him respectfully, "Captain Edwards."

The prison was vast, situated on an island. After a long walk, they reached the underground facility, where high-profile prisoners were held.

"Captain Edwards!" the warden greeted them as they arrived. "Archer is in the interrogation room."

Kevin’s face tightened. "He’s an important prisoner. Has he been secured according to my orders?"

"Don’t worry, Captain. We’ve been patrolling around the clock. No one will get to him."

Kevin’s cold gaze never wavered. "Anyone who has come into contact with him must undergo a thorough inspection."

The warden hesitated for a moment but replied, "We’ve done that, Captain."

"Good."

Kevin entered the interrogation room. Archer was shackled, hands and feet heavy with chains, yet he seemed unusually calm, almost as if he were in a familiar place. His injuries had been treated, and he appeared well-fed.

When Kevin entered, Archer looked up, momentarily stunned, then smirked. "I didn’t think Captain Edwards would pay so much attention to me. Am I the most important prisoner here?"

He said it almost as if it were an honor.

"Shut up!" a guard snapped. "Captain Edwards didn’t ask you to speak."

"Everyone out!" Kevin ordered coldly.

The guards filed out, leaving just Kevin and Archer.

Kevin turned off the camera and stood tall, his presence imposing. "I’m giving you a chance to make up for your mistakes."

"Oh?" Archer raised an eyebrow, amused. "I didn’t expect that. You must’ve gotten the antidote from Calvin. But wait—Calvin couldn’t have developed a real antidote. It’s impossible."

His eyes scanned Kevin, a puzzled expression crossing his face. "Didn’t you feel anything strange in your body?"

Bang—

Kevin slammed his hands on the table, making a loud noise. His gaze locked onto Archer’s with a cold intensity. "Enough with the games. Speak."

Archer, still calm, smirked. "You didn’t get the antidote."

Kevin’s muscles tensed, his eyes burning with anger. "Tell me what you know!"

Archer’s smirk deepened. He seemed to enjoy the tension. "Pharaoh doesn’t reveal his true face. Neither I nor Calvin have seen it. The people I’ve encountered... should not exist in this world. As for why Calvin and I ‘turned against’ each other? It’s simple. He tried to take my share. I threatened him. And in the end, I lost. Now I’m a prisoner."

He said it with a casual shrug, as if the whole ordeal meant little to him.

"Threatened him?" Kevin growled, stepping closer. "What do you know about threats?"

Archer paused, his lips curling slightly, but he didn’t answer. Instead, he grabbed the water on the table and took a slow sip, as if savoring the moment.

Kevin's eyes narrowed, suspicion rising in him. He reached for Archer’s hand before he could drink further. "Don’t move!"

Archer looked at him calmly. "The prison’s full of your people. Do you really think you can kill me? I’ve checked everything."

Before he could finish, Archer suddenly choked. His throat tightened, and he looked down at the cup in alarm.

Kevin watched in horror as Archer coughed violently, spitting blood.

"Did you drink it?" Kevin demanded, his voice frantic.

Archer couldn’t respond. Blood poured from his mouth as he collapsed onto the chair, gasping for air. With trembling hands, he scribbled something on Kevin’s palm.

Kevin opened his hand to read it. It was only three words, barely legible, but it was enough to confirm the poison.

"The doctor! Get the doctor!" Kevin shouted, panic rising in his chest.

The warden and doctor rushed in, but by the time they arrived, Archer was dead.

Kevin stood motionless for a moment, fists clenched, his mind racing. He turned to the warden with burning rage. "You said no one suspicious had contact with him."

The warden stammered, "I... I don’t know. It should have been secure. No one should have—"

Kevin’s rage flared. He grabbed the warden by the collar, lifting him off the ground. "How did this happen? This is an underground prison. There shouldn’t have been any way for this to happen!"

The warden was visibly shaken, cold sweat dripping from his brow. "I-I’m sorry, Captain Edwards! I didn’t expect this!"

Kevin’s anger only grew. "Someone poisoned him! Get me answers!"

"Captain Edwards, we’ve caught a suspect!" the warden announced as they dragged a prison guard into the room. The guard was kneeling, hands cuffed.

The warden’s eyes widened in disbelief. "You?! How could it be you?"

The prison guard met the warden’s gaze, his eyes hard. "I’m sorry. He had to die."

The prison warden's expression of hatred: "You ……"

He was too angry to speak.

This prison guard can be regarded as the prison warden's henchman. He's been working with him for six or seven years. He also trusted him a lot. Who knows, it's actually an undercover agent lurking here!