Hulk : The Thunderstrike

Antonia's voice resonated through the room, but Mathew was still held tightly in his grasp.

Antonia, sensing the urgency and knowing Mathew would attempt to deny everything, wasted no time.

He spoke slowly and deliberately, listing specific places: "The bathroom. The kitchen. The toilet. The trash can. And... the septic tank."

Sam and the others looked at each other, clearly confused.

If it weren't for Antonia's extraordinary track record in recent days, they might have doubted his reasoning.

But Sam, being a seasoned officer, kept a sharp eye on Mathew.

Sure enough, the moment Antonia mentioned those places, Mathew's demeanor shifted. His anger dissipated, replaced by sheer terror.

It was incredible—unbelievable, even.

What could these places mean? Why did they evoke such fear in Mathew?

Sam glanced at Antonia, seeking answers.

Antonia, his gaze fixed on Mathew, spoke slowly: "You're right—your wife was a hardworking woman."

"And now she's gone, her body desecrated. Dismembered. Cut into pieces so small that, even with today's technology, reconstructing her entire corpse would be impossible, wouldn't it?"

"Mathew, tell me—what kind of hatred drove you to pick up the butcher knife against your wife?"

The room fell silent.

A silence so heavy, it was almost tangible.

Even Stella, who had been sobbing uncontrollably moments before, froze. Her tear-streaked face was now a mask of shock and disbelief.

"You... You're lying! I didn't do it! I didn't!"

Mathew's voice cracked as he struggled wildly. "You're insane! How can you accuse me of such a thing? I would never harm my wife!"

"Help! Somebody help me! This officer is unhinged—he's mentally unstable!"

But his desperate cries fell on deaf ears.

No matter how much he struggled, Antonia's iron grip held him immobile.

Sam and the others stood silently, their expressions stern, waiting for Antonia to explain himself.

Antonia's voice turned icy: "Mathew, do you think silence will save you? Do you honestly believe we won't find evidence?"

"Since I've named these places, do you think we won't use modern technology to solve this case?"

"Do you think… you can escape justice?"

Each question hit Mathew like a hammer.

With every word, his resistance weakened. His face turned pale.

By the end, his complexion was ashen, his eyes vacant.

Sam and the other officers began to piece together the puzzle.

The locations Antonia mentioned had to be significant—perhaps linked to the crime scene or places where evidence of the crime had been hidden.

The realization sent a chill through the room.

Even the most seasoned officers felt the atmosphere grow heavy and ominous.

As for Stella, she seemed to retreat into herself, overwhelmed by fear.

Antonia's expression darkened as his grip tightened around Mathew's arm.

It wasn't until Mathew's face turned an alarming shade of red that Antonia finally released him.

"You coward," Antonia spat. "You dare question our methods? Be thankful I'm a police officer bound by the law. Otherwise, I'd crush you with my bare hands."

The venom in Antonia's words, paired with the suffocating grip of near-death, broke Mathew's remaining resistance.

For the first time, true fear flickered in his eyes.

The psychological walls he had built began to crumble.

But what truly broke him were the places Antonia had mentioned—and the implications they carried.

Mathew knew it was over.

He couldn't comprehend how Antonia had uncovered so much, as though he had witnessed the crime firsthand.

That notion alone drove Mathew to despair.

"I'll talk!" Mathew screamed, collapsing to the floor.

Antonia let him fall, watching as his body hit the ground with a thud.

Mathew lay there, limp, his strength and will completely drained.

"I had no choice!" Mathew cried, his voice cracking with anguish and madness.

"She forced me! She forced me!"

Mathew's voice grew louder, filled with rage and desperation. "I was drowning in debt! I lost so much money—so much! Everyone was pressuring me, pushing me to the edge!"

"And her… After 20 years of marriage, I begged her to sell the house to save us. But she refused! She wouldn't even consider it. She argued, threatened divorce, and said she'd leave everything to that… that parasite!"

At the mention of the "parasite," Mathew's bloodshot eyes turned to Stella.

His gaze was predatory, filled with unrestrained hatred.

In a sudden burst of energy, Mathew lunged at Stella, his intent clear.

Snap! Bang! Boom!

Before Mathew could reach her, Antonia intervened, slamming him into the wall with such force that the imprint of his body was left behind.

When Mathew slid down, barely conscious, the wall bore the unmistakable outline of his frame.

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