I was quite surprised not to encounter anyone during our journey to the dical capsule. Most people did not possess the "killer gene" and chose to stay in their rooms. However, a few individuals with this gene ford alliances and committed acts of violence in order to gain resources and advantages.
"It has been incredibly quiet." Zion frowned.
Everyone noticed how unnervingly quiet the journey had beco, instilling a sense of panic. As I moved to press on, Dexter’s firm grasp stopped in my tracks, preventing Eason and Zion from advancing further. Clearly, he had sensed that sothing was amiss.
But Joel kept walking forward on his own. Dexter didn’t stop him, nor did he notice that several of his good teammates had stopped behind him.
Joel shrugged and continued to walk forward with pride. "A storm is coming. History books often ntion that when things go awry, demons are believed to be close by. Be careful, there may be an ambush sowhere."
Before he could finish speaking, soone lunged at him with a knife and slashed. He jinxed it! "Fuck!"
Joel kicked the person away and looked back, shocked. "Damn it! Are we all in the sa group? You’re being disloyal!"
Eason couldn’t help but laugh. "You were moving forward as if you were sightseeing."
Joel fought the attacker and then noticed seven or eight people sitting in the corner, casually eating snacks. It was clear they were waiting for sothing to happen, and the person who had attacked was just bait.
"Young kid, where are you going?" A strong man lood around the corner and asked coldly, stepping against the wall.
At first sight, Joel appeared to be a high school student, inadvertently giving the impression of youthfulness. This led others to underestimate him.
"I need to get to the dical capsule. Please, sir, let through. My sister has a high fever, and I must get her dication." Joel pretended to be obedient.
"Young kid, there’s only one way to access the dical capsule. It’s fine for you to go there, but you must understand the rules. Do you have anything valuable to contribute?" the leader inquired.
Joel lowered his head and gazed at the watch on his wrist. "This watch holds considerable value, you see"
They burst into laughter. "Haha... We’re clueless about the destination those bastards would sail to. It’s a good thing this watch is valuable."
He reached out to grab Joel’s watch. "But food is more important on this cruise. How about handing over your room card instead?"
"I believe all of you are reasonable people. Why not consider this? We’ll provide you with a room card and all our valuable belongings. In exchange, would you be willing to let us go?" Eason approached them to negotiate after realizing that Joel was unable to handle the situation.
The man looked at Eason and smiled. "Okay, let see if you have anything valuable."
Eason also removed his watch. "It’s a Rolex, worth over 100,000 dollars."
The man nodded in agreent. "Great! Pass your room card. Both of you can go through."
Eason handed Maverick’s white room card to the other person and also offered him his watch. Despite the pain in his heart from parting with the watch, there was nothing he could do. Sotis, losing material possessions was necessary to avert a greater disaster.
I shifted my gaze toward Dexter, then toward myself. I realized I had nothing of significant value.
"How about you guys?" The leader stood up and stared at .
I shook my head. "I don’t own jewelry or anything valuable. My family is poor."
"You look very beautiful. Stay here and let them get the dicine," the leader said as he pinched my face with obvious bad intentions.
Gasping, I offered a brief prayer for his hand. Just as I imagined, before he could release his grip on my face, Dexter swiftly intervened. There was not a hint of emotion on Dexter’s face as he delicately broke the leader’s hand, producing a distinct clicking sound.
His bulging muscles contorted with agony, revealing his astonishnt. Clearly, he had not anticipated Dexter, despite his lean and tall appearance, possessing such formidable strength.
"If you don’t need your hand, I can break it," Dexter declared in a commanding voice. He used his backhand to immobilize the leader’s neck, applying just enough force. In re seconds, the man lost consciousness.
The leader didn’t even have ti to cry out in pain. When Dexter launched his attack, the leader’s friends couldn’t sit still. They all stood up to step forward and take action.
Joel and Eason exclaid, "Why couldn’t you ntion that you were going to fight earlier? I offered up my watch for nothing!"
Eason and Joel attacked two people from behind, and a fight started. Seven or eight people were on the other side, and I didn’t even make a move. When Dexter went crazy, he could handle everyone by himself.
Eason clenched his teeth as he witnessed Dexter render the last person unconscious against the wall, instinctively seeking shelter behind Joel. "Sure enough, never ss with a lunatic. Is he even human? His hands are so powerful. It’s like he could crush people’s heads."
Joel flexed his fingers. "I can do it as well. Shall I try it on you?"
Eason looked at Joel with disgust. "Stop bragging. Let’s leave right away."
Once we had secured and moved the unconscious people to the staircase, a few of us hurried to reach the dical capsule. However, we soon discovered that the situation was far more complex than we had anticipated.
Those people we encountered posed no threat. It was the ard bodyguards of the wealthy who were the real danger.
Not far away, we noticed two bodyguards dressed in black standing at the entrance of the dical capsule. It was clear that they were there to secure the entrance.
Inside the dical capsule, nurous affluent individuals sought refuge while their bodyguards stood watch to thwart any attempts by the Rebels to approach and harm them.
"I don’t want to argue with you. We just want to get so dicine," I said as I walked over with my hands raised. That was all I could do at that mont. They were ard with guns.
"No one is allowed to enter or leave the dical capsule," the bodyguard said coldly, pointing the gun at us.
"dications are a resource that we all share. If anything goes wrong and we don’t unite internally, the Rebels will inevitably attack us. How much longer can you hold on? Why not allow us to enter and retrieve the dication?"
"We’ll figure out a way to establish contact with the police and ensure our safe return to Huma as soon as possible." Zion stepped forward, revealing his identity as a police officer.
The bodyguards exchanged glances, instantly informing those inside through their headsets. Monts later, the door swung open, revealing Dayton from the Sacco family.
"What dicine do you need?" he inquired.
"Antibiotics," I responded imdiately.
"Wait here for a mont. I’ll go find the doctor to get it," he said, then turned and left.
I had placed a great deal of trust in him. His willingness to defend Xandra demonstrated that he possessed a kind heart. However, I had miscalculated the depths of human nature.
Dayton eventually erged, but he didn’t bring the dicine I had hoped for. Instead, he was forcefully expelled by those within.
He felt resigned. "They refuse to share the dicine, claiming that the dical resources are scarce and must be reserved for ergencies."
"Then why did you co out?" Joel was annoyed.
Dayton hung his head low, still feeling a lingering sense of grievance. "They believe I’m too kind and instructed to leave... Hence, they forcefully expelled ."
I pondered for a mont. I knew I couldn’t rely on him. I asked softly, "How many people are inside?"
"There are 31 bodyguards inside, plus the two outside, bringing the total to 33. In addition, there are over a dozen employers, all with strong ties to Winston," Dayton implied that breaking in was unlikely.
Winston was the one who seriously injured Violette. He also intended to take the opportunity to remove Violette’s heart and replace his own. How could he give us the dicine after being exposed by us and attempting to kill us?
I furrowed my brows, struggling to co up with a solution. I turned to Dexter, realizing that he was our only hope. Without a doubt, all eyes rested upon him.
Dexter was silent, indicating that he was just a genius, not God.
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