I was in the hospital for two days, and Zion ca to visit as expected. He hesitated outside the door while holding the fruits. Violette also peeked her head in. Eason then pushed Zion away and entered with flowers. "I’m sorry, I’m allergic to pollen. Please leave," I said as I covered my head with the quilt. I was concerned about Dexter and Violette’s safety. I was fine with risking it, but I could not let them put themselves at risk.
Eason looked perplexed. "There are an abundance of flowers growing at ho. When did you develop an allergy?"
"Just now, right before you ca in." I snorted, embracing Dexter tightly.
Eason finally grasped the situation and carefully arranged the flowers and fruits on the table. "We’re not trying to pressure you to go. We’re just here to visit you. Don’t get us wrong,"
I couldn’t help rolling my eyes. No one would believe that.
"Um... But there are actually over 20 children aboard the cruise, including a few babies," Zion murmured, brushing the tip of his nose.
Eason and Zion glanced at Dexter, who in turn looked back at . They were all aware that I would never abandon those kids.
"How many people belong to the Rebels?" I asked. I was concerned about our chances of survival as we ventured across the sea. The entire cruise ship had fallen under their control, with scarce fuel and limited supplies adding to our predicant.
"The Rebels are lurking on the cruise ship. They could be drivers, chefs, sailors, or even dancers on the ship," Zion whispered. In other words, the police hadn’t figured out the total number of Rebels yet.
"Jimmy claims that the Rebels successfully hacked the website of the Global Trade Union and managed to send invitations to all mbers within Huma". This suggests that they may have been secretly present on the cruise ship for a while.
"Considering the large number of Rebels on board, it’s highly dangerous for us to get on the cruise," I analyzed with a frown.
"The police will maintain a vigilant presence in a secure vicinity. They’ll be prepared for imdiate rescue operations. Furthermore, the Rebels have given their word that once the few of us board the cruise, they’ll release the innocent children first."
I clenched my hands nervously. It was not out of fear of death but because I had a bad feeling. When I was in the laboratory, I felt overwhelming fear.
The individuals in the organization were truly intimidating, and the Rebels were just as fearso. There was no clear distinction between right and wrong, no discernible good and evil. It was just a clash of opposites.
The Rebels sought to dismantle Geno Society, but their ultimate objective remained a mystery. Was it driven purely by a thirst for revenge?
On the other hand, Geno Society intended to control the world’s abundance of wealth and vital resources. Thus, there was an undeniable clash of interests between the two parties.
I frowned and looked at Zion and the others. "Have you considered why they keep pushing us to participate in this damn ga over and over again? I understand why they want on board. It’s because I’m a valuable resource for the organization right now."
"But what about you guys? Zion is just a detective. As for you, Eason, even though you were in the advanced class, your IQ doesn’t quite et the organization’s standards..."
Eason glared at and then parted his lips, clearly displeased but unable to explain it...
"Violette is a trainee coroner and Dexter is just a customized heir of geno editing. There are likely multiple heirs in wealthy families just like Dexter. Jimmy is one of them too. So why do they need to monitor you all and include you when they play these damn gas?"
I couldn’t grasp their intention fully unless the leader of the Rebels had a specific purpose behind their actions.
"Furthermore, the news that Nancy showed indicated that Peter was a mber of the Rebels. He was already apprehended. How could soone co up with a cruise ship ga in such a systematic and thodical manner?" Clearly, Peter was not the sole leader of the Rebels.
Zion and Eason fell silent. Clearly, my doubts mirrored theirs.
At the door, Joel reached into his pockets and asked Dexter with a smile, "Rather than struggling and doubting here, it’s better to go and find out the reason. Are you afraid of death?"
I looked at Dexter, expecting him to declare that he wasn’t afraid. After all, he had never shown fear of death before. But instead, Dexter frowned and said with deep conviction, "Of course. I have a wife."
Of course, he was afraid of death. Now, with a wife by his side, why wouldn’t he be afraid of death?
"Tsk, you’re absolutely insane." Joel snorted.
"I have a wife, and you don’t," Dexter repeated.
Joel angrily turned and stood outside the door, ignoring Dexter. The ward was silent, and everyone was quiet.
Everyone was aware that if we boarded the cruise this ti, it would be a narrow escape. However, everyone would certainly go-not only for the secret behind it but also for the sake of more than 20 children.
"Eason, are you the person in charge of this case?" I inquired.
Eason nodded.
I narrowed my eyes. "If you manage to successfully rescue those individuals, will you receive a promotion?"
Eason cleared his throat nervously. "Although a promotion might seem unlikely, there are enticing bonuses and rewards to strive for. Even in the unlikely event of my demise, I could potentially beco a martyr..."
I gritted my teeth and said, "If everyone makes it back alive, you treat us to dinner for a week."
Eason was taken aback for a mont, gazing at intently before speaking with a smile, "Sure... Not just a week, I’ll treat you to dinner for an entire month."
Zion smiled as well. Our eyes t in silent agreent to go.
The cruise ship stopped in the sea, likely waiting for us before leaving the international waters. We were brought over by a police boat.
"Hey, are you scared?" I asked Violette.
"I’m not." Violette trembled, her voice unconvincing.
Violette then said in a hushed tone, "I’ve adapted after the killing ga in the abandoned building. At least it won’t be like last ti."
I agreed. Being ntally prepared in advance was always beneficial.
"Ah, it seems like it’ll be quite interesting." Jimmy looked like a lunatic... I didn’t really like him and considered kicking him off the boat.
Joel glanced at Jimmy with utter disdain. "Why in the world did you invite this lunatic to join us?"
"His na is on the list." Zion sighed.
"Then why is Una’s na on it too?" Joel inquired, glancing back at Sophia No. 2, who had been seated in the corner. She was eerily silent, resembling a walking zombie.
"Who knows? She’s on the list," Zion replied again.
"It’s inevitable... Every one of us holds great value in this ga," I murmured, watching the cruise ship warily. As the boat neared the cruise ship, the people on board lowered the ladder.
"The police must withdraw, or we’ll kill the hostages and throw them into the sea," the man wearing sunglasses threatened us in a deep voice.
A few of us boarded the cruise. The deck was empty, indicating that everyone was confined to their cabins. This cruise ship was remarkably large and offered the highest level of luxury in Huma.
"Stay right where you are," the leader ordered us to stop and ticulously inspected our identities and appearances one by one. After confirming that each person matched the description on the list, they
stepped aside and granted us entry into the cabin.
They didn’t search us on the deck this ti. The weapons and food we had hidden on our bodies remained undetected. Curiously, I glanced at Dexter, eager to know what was going on. He held my hand tightly and shook his head.
I grasped Dexter’s hand firmly and said in a hushed tone, "This ti, stay by my side. Don’t make any reckless sacrifices and allow to protect you..."
Dexter looked at and smiled, his eyes shimring as if filled with light. He nodded in agreent and took shelter behind , his gaze turning icy where it escaped my notice.
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