"Sophia, you’ve grown an interest in us, right? You’re welco to join us..."
Quinn lifted her hand toward the sunlight.
"Callum worked for Peter. He also supplied won to the Geno Society to be used as mothers. He deserved to die."
Callum trafficked won at ideal childbearing ages. He handed them to the Geno Society as test subjects for the genetic and embryo experints. It was cruel.
"Everyone who died here wasn’t innocent."
Quinn walked up to the wall and pressed a switch. Following that, the windows that were sealed with bricks shattered and let in a lot of sunlight.
Quinn smiled at and said, "Sophia, the ga isn’t over yet... The mastermind is still among you."
Then, Quinn turned around and jumped out the window. She disappeared into a car.
I stood by the window and looked outside, wondering where we were...
"Sophia!"
Behind , Damien held Juliet and shouted at .
I snapped back to my senses and ducked behind a wall, dodging the bullets fired from outside...
"Everybody get down! Get down!"
A group of rcenaries rushed in with guns. They gathered everyone together.
"Get down. Hands on your heads!"
I glanced at Dexter and did as told.
Soon, the leader walked in and looked at the dying Juliet.
"It was... Quinn Lloyd," Juliet said hoarsely.
Quinn was the spy.
"She escaped. I saw her escape..."
The leader said to his subordinates, "Go after her."
They were rcenaries working for the Geno Society, and they all had the sa tattoo behind their ears.
"Take them away!"
Amidst the chaos, we were pushed to leave the ruined building.
"Take him. He’s not dead."
Zion and Eason insisted on carrying Taylor, whose breath and vital signs
had beco weak. But he was still alive.
When I got outside the ruined building, I closed my eyes from the bright sunlight.
"Where is this?" Eason mumbled.
"Cri haven Myrindara, Loania, or... Cambrela?"
Eason gasped.
We had to take nutrient injections when we were unconscious. It out that we were transported to an isolated country.
There was a bustling market just outside the ruined building.
As I stood among the bustling crowd, my ears began ringing.
My head started to throb.
When Quinn escaped, she said that the mastermind was still among us.
"Get in!"
The rcenaries were pushing us to get into the car.
I examined the rest of the group as my breath quickened.
Violette, Eason, Joel, Zion, , Dexter, as well as the unconscious Taylor.
There was also Damien and Juliet, who was taken away to receive treatnt.
I scoffed.
I wondered who was the mastermind.
"Sophia... Don’t be scared," Dexter consoled softly.
He deliberately crashed into a rcenary, colliding with a local in the process.
The leader of the rcenaries rushed to him angrily and then pointed his gun at Dexter.
"Don’t shoot!" I said in a panic.
We were all resistant. Their guns were pointed at us.
Discussion broke out among the locals. They were speaking in a language that we didn’t understand, but it was evident that they were used to seeing ard rcenaries.
With his hands in the air, Dexter slowly walked back and obediently got into the car with us.
In the car, we all curled up in the back seat. Our hands were on our heads.
Dexter shot a look, then he secretly took out the phone that he stole from the local passerby whom he collided with.
Eason gave Dexter a thumbs-up, and Zion nodded at Dexter too.
We were in a foreign country, which ant reporting this to the police would do us no good...
He could only send out our GPS location and wait patiently for the right timing.
During the ride, the leader of the rcenaries answered a call. When the car stopped, he started comparing us to his phone screen. "This, this."
The man pointed at Dexter and I. Then, we were dragged out of the car.
Dexter passed the phone to Zion.
"What are you doing?" Damien questioned them, trying to protect .
But we were in a foreign land. Nobody cared about Damien.
The rcenary hit Damien with the gunstock.
"They’re not important. There’s a police officer among them. Let them leave," the rcenaries’ leader mumbled.
He signaled his subordinates to release Zion and the rest.
Zion frowned and gazed warily at the rcenaries.
"Where are you taking them?"
"It’s none of your business. If you want to live, get lost."
The leader pointed at Zion, then left.
"Sophia..." Damien said anxiously. He took a hard blow, but he still wanted to protect .
I frowned and signaled him to shut up. Did he want to die?
Damien stopped in his tracks and
I avoid with a conflicted gaze.
I avoided his gaze and made eye contact with Zion.
Violette and Taylor needed treatnt, so they had to leave first.
Zion nodded at reassuringly.
If they were safe... Dexter and I wouldn’t be worried.
I smiled at Dexter, and he smiled in return, holding my hand.
After we got into a different car, the people tied our hands up and made us wear eye patches.
"Maybe... this is where the human traffickers’ base camp is," I whispered.
Dexter humd in agreent, but his grip on my hand tightened.
"Silence!" the rcenary that was guarding us cursed.
I lightly placed my finger where I could feel my pulse on my wrist, and I closed my eyes.
Dexter and I could rember directions through sounds.
After a little over an hour, the car finally stopped.
They removed our eye patches.
I looked at Dexter, and he looked at .
"Let’s see who rembers it better," I said.
Dexter raised his brows in amusent and said, "Sure..."
He always pampered .
"Give them a jab."
The rcenaries’ leader instructed his subordinates to get us injected.
Dexter and I had to separate temporarily. I was taken to a room by soone else.
Inside that room, there were many weak-looking won. They were locked in a tiny room, and they all looked like they were about to go into labor. They couldn’t even scream for help.
Frowning, I leaned against the wall and waited for the person to approach .
Suddenly, I recalled when Quinn had said, "Sophia, you’re getting interested in us, right? You’re welco... to join us."
I could understand why Quinn was so confident. She knew that the Geno Society would take us away once we left the ruined building.
She knew that I would be exposed to portions of the truth and darkness.
I would not be able to rescue everyone with my powers alone.
And the police?
In gray areas like these-where cri and greed were most condensed and had no military governnt-nobody would care about the well-being of the trafficked children and won.
The person approached with a needle; I pretended to comply but injected the needle into him when he had his guard down.
The person was dressed in a hazmat suit and gas mask. I removed his hazmat suit and put it on, leaving him tied up in the wardrobe. In the smaller room, the won looked at as if they saw hope. Teary-eyed, they were all begging to save them.
Most of them were heavily pregnant. They were like experint subjects, locked away in a sealed room with glass panels and doors. There was only one bed in the room. They must’ve observed what these won did and made records of so-called data.
I nodded toward the won and communicated in sign language. I wasn’t sure if they would understand .
I would try my best... to rescue them.
"Are you done?"
Outside, sobody outside urged.
I filled the syringe with drugs that I took from the shelf. Once I left the room, I injected it into the person’s neck.
When the man lost consciousness from the drug, I took away his gun.
anwhile, Dexter exited the other room in a hazmat suit too. He disard the guard in the exact sa way that I did.
We smiled at each other.
But it was too early for us to rejoice.
"This isn’t their base camp. It’s just their data collection site," I whispered.
Based on my observation of the pregnant won inside, I could tell this was not the ultimate base camp.
Geno Society’s base camp had to be extrely secluded. We couldn’t possibly find it so easily.
"I’ve morized all their profiles."
Dexter had a photographic mory.
I said to Dexter, "I’ve morized them too."
I paused briefly.
We left the place, casually waving to the other rcenaries who passed by.
We had to leave before they discovered us.
But it was apparent that they were not very alert. Otherwise, it might have been... on purpose.
Everything went too well. From the
seventh floor to the first floor of the
ruined building, we left that place and ca here with these people to witness these things too easily. Now, we escaped easily too.
"Did you realize that sobody let us go on purpose?" I asked Dexter.
"The Rebels are among the rcenaries. Even now, we’re not completely detached from the killing ga that they designed," Dexter said.
We were only seeing what they wanted to show us.
I scoffed.
We were caught up in the war between the Geno Society and the Rebels.
In fact, they had predicted every action and every step we made.
The mastermind of the Rebels had to be a genius.
"They showed us these things to incite our hatred toward the Geno Society. Next, we’ll find them..."
We would find the Rebels.
And join them.
Dexter said to , "I’ll support everything you do."
I smiled at him.
"Let’s join them, then."
"Darkness is always behind power. In that case, we should beco powerful."
Dexter held my hand and led out the back door brazenly.
"Quinn said that the mastermind of the killing ga is still among us..."
I stopped and took Dexter’s hands.
"Dexter, is it you?"
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