"God, please forgive me!"
Henry knelt once more before the cross, earnestly confessing.
He had sinned again, and this time he knew he couldn't even forgive himself.
But he had to do it.
Because only this way could he get closer to the truth.
Which meant getting close to the bastard who abducted and trafficked missing children.
He had to infiltrate the enemy's lair.
Then contact his superiors to bring these guys to justice.
That was Henry's plan, and so far, he was still with the FBI.
Of course, some would doubt, can the FBI apprehend people abroad?
This is North America.
Henry hadn't even considered this issue.
The criminals in Mexico, it's up to us, the FBI, to arrest them.
What's the problem with that?
So for this case… Henry felt the hardest part was those 'crimes' he committed.
He was required by those guys to do the same things as them.
It was really despicable, loathsome, too…
Henry shed tears, confessing to God in the sincerest posture.
It was necessary.
