Chapter 263 Jasmine’s Days of Trouble (5)
Several seconds went by in near absolute silence. With only the quiet hum of the air conditioning echoing through the large supply closest.
Jasmine was about fed up with Huijari’s reluctance to speak and pressed a bit harder on his knee with her weapon.
"I can see it in your eyes. You don’t have the stomach for this. I ain’t telling you anything, and there’s not a damn thing you’re goin-"
Midway through Huijari’s rant, Jasmine pulled the trigger on her laser pistol.
There was a momentary bright red flash the lit up the room, followed by an obstante man clutching his knee and gritting his teeth to hold back a yelp of pain.
"That one was a warning. You won’t be getting another." Jasmine said, pressing her gun up against his other knee.
Contrary to what she had said before, she had not blown a hole straight through Huijair’s kneecap.
Instead, she had discharged her weapon at its lowest possible setting that could injure people.
This left Huijari with only a light first degree burn. Nothing particularly serious, and an injury that would fully heal in just a couple of days even without any treatment.
However, though he was correct in his assessment that Jasmine had no stomach for this, she knew that it was necessary.
Interrogating someone like this made her feel sick, and it went against her own morals.
Still, Huijari was obviously a despicable person devoid of any sense of right and wrong.