Clark’s patience was comndable. Thank heavens his wounds were not too deep. Those thugs weren’t out to kill him.
"What’s on your mind?" Clark couldn’t help but ask.
"Those guys were likely trying to bring us back alive, hence the non-fatal wounds," Rosemary concluded, then added, "If it hurts, let know."
"No way," Clark started, but as the dicinal powder hit his wounds, he clenched his teeth against the pain.
Even though Rosemary tried to be as gentle as possible, the stinging pain from the dicine was enough to break him out in a cold sweat.
It was excruciating.
Rosemary, seeing his face, had to stifle a laugh. "Just let it out. I won’t laugh."
"It doesn’t hurt at all," Clark managed to say, and his face contorted in pain.
"We’ll be in the Triangular Zone soon. Follow my lead when we get there," Rosemary smiled, continuing her treatnt. "It’s a bit chaotic; don’t go wandering off on your own."
Clark was speechless.
Why did it sound like she was well-versed in the Triangular Zone?
Just then, Clark’s phone buzzed. It was a ssage from Serena.
Private jets had satellite communication, aning they could access the internet and make calls at any ti.
Clark, struggling due to his injuries, took out his phone and saw multiple ssages from Serena:
[Clark, Mom told you and Rose are in Iridia. I have the weekend off, can I co and join you guys?]
[I really want to take pictures at the Art Palace and feel the sea breeze at Mac Beach.]
[Please let co. I promise I will be back after two days.]
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Clark knew that Serena must have heard about him and Rose being in Iridia and assud they were on vacation. Hence the plead.
He responded:
[Rose and I aren’t here for fun. We have so work to do. Next ti, I promise we’ll take you with us.]
[What are you and Rose up to? I want to join.]
[Take with you. I promise I won’t be a nuisance.]
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Clark responded again:
[It’s important. Stay ho this weekend, keep Mom and Dad company. I have to go, talk later.]
His arm and shoulder were injured, and even typing caused him pain. Yet he managed to respond to his little sister with utmost gentleness and patience.
But Serena, on the other end of the phone, felt his indifference, her heart sinking further.
So, Clark didn’t even want to pretend to comfort her anymore?
He didn’t even want to chat a little?
"Clark, put the phone down, have sothing to eat, then rest on the bed," Rosemary, packing up her dical kit, advised gently. "I’ll have soone assist you later."
"Okay."
"You, help Clark eat," Rosemary glanced at one of her n.
"Right away." He hurriedly picked up the food, feeding Clark bite by bite.
Rosemary’s phone had been vibrating for a while. It was Jack, so she swiped to answer.
Jack hadn’t expected to arrive a step too late. When he had followed the leads to the ranch, he found that the boss had already left on a plane.
He had no choice but to call. "Boss, are you still in Lidaria?"
"I’m en route to the Triangular Zone on the plane," Rosemary replied, then asked, "What’s up?"
"The orphanage you asked to investigate, we’ve made so progress," Jack reported. "It’s more complicated than we thought. You won’t believe the whole orphanage..."
Jack paused, then continued, "It’s one of the experintal bases of T3 Research Institute. Not just a living laboratory, but also a terrifying breeding ground."
T3 Research Institute is a terrifying dical organization that loves to research a variety of viruses and conduct experints on children.
The children who can endure these experints are recruited by their headquarters to beco part of their organization.
In their growth trajectory, they often need to carry out various tasks.
They need a normal identity to cover up their private actions. Therefore, the orphanage director will arrange them into normal families, allowing them to have a seemingly everyday life on the surface.
"All foster parents have no idea how terrifying these adopted children are," Jack sighed. "On the surface, they are like other children—going to school, having excellent grades, and being popular—but in reality, they need to report back to the organization regularly, completing various tasks assigned by the organization."
At this point, Jack added, "These people have never experienced the warmth of a family since they were young. After being adopted, they usually develop feelings for their foster parents, which becos a weapon for the organization to restrain them."
The glimr in Rosemary’s eyes darkened. "You an Carol might be a part of T3 Research Institute?"
"Very likely!" Jack affird. "And I suspect she must have so leverage against the orphanage, which is why the research institute is desperate to catch her."
"But I’ve fought with those guys, and their thods are not the institute’s."
Hearing Rosemary say this, Jack also found it strange.
"However, the last ti the people from T3 Research Institute targeted you, they caused us quite a bit of trouble. We lost one man, and another got injured, so we have a score to settle with them!"
Rosemary knew that once she was targeted by the people from this research institute, she either obediently served them, or there was only one outco: a dead end.
Over the years, no one who was targeted by them ever escaped.
Could Carol also be one of them?
"You said earlier that T3 Research Institute has a headquarters?" Rosemary asked again. "Where is it located? Is the headquarters also called T3 Research Institute?"
"I’m not sure."
Jack always felt this matter was like a huge net, trapping many people. What they had discovered was only the tip of the iceberg.
"Continue investigating, and I want results as soon as possible."
"Yes, boss."
Over ten hours later.
The plane landed on the mountaintop of Mafia Fla’s territory.
Clark was awakened by the sound of landing. He endured the pain from his wounds and got up to look out the window, only to find dozens of people with weapons waiting for them.
This was bad.
Had their whereabouts been exposed?
Were the people hunting Carol already lying in wait?
Knock, knock, knock.
There was a knock on the door.
"Clark, we’ve arrived."
Hearing his sister’s voice, Clark managed to get to the door, opened it, and said sowhat heavily, "Rose, we’re surrounded. While the plane door hasn’t opened yet, shall we fly sowhere else to land?"
A few question marks popped up in Rosemary’s mind.
Surrounded? Who would dare to surround them at their own base?
"Look, those people have chased us here." Clark’s gaze indicated outside the window.
Rosemary was even more confused. This was Mafia Fla’s territory. Even if those people were audacious, they wouldn’t possibly show up on the mountaintop.
Not to ntion the mountaintop, they probably wouldn’t even make it past the front door of Mafia Fla without being taken care of.
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