You Infiltrate. I Make Them Apologize on Their Knees.

Lu Chen lifted a shock baton toward the camera. “Three years ago, you used my career to force my signature. Now you use their lives. Did you always think refusing to sacrifice others was weakness?” “Isn't it?” “Soon you'll apologize on your knees.” Three cut into the speaker. “Primary node open for ninety seconds. Also, there is a seventy-three-percent chance that the original's last statement qualifies as ineffective posturing.” Su Wanqing laughed despite herself. “That proves he's the real one.” The basement door opened. Beyond it stood rows of transparent sleep pods, each containing a missing person wired through the skull with silver cables. Su Ze lay at the far end.