Chapter 188
The Meaning of Disposition (3)
The court-martial unfolded at breakneck speed.
All evidence analysis was finished in an instant, testimony was accepted or dismissed in the blink of an eye, and under the pretext of enforcing military discipline, harsh punishment was handed down in one straight rush.
──Drip. Drip.
A solitary cell where muddy water dripped from above.
Lieutenant Adel sat on the cold iron floor behind bars. He looked close to despair, as if he had already given up on life, his empty eyes fixed blankly on nothing.
──Bang! Bang bang!
Someone suddenly pounded on the bars. It was Bernhardt. Adel hadn't expected him, and barely even registered that he was there.
"Well, damn. Stress is making all your hair fall out, huh, you bastard?"