The rescue ship had arrived, and the peacekeeping forces along with the rescue workers had swiftly comnced their life-saving operations. The majority of the cruise survivors had been successfully transferred to the rescue ship.
Unfortunately, this cruise ship incident resulted in a devastating loss of lives.
Most of the wealthy died at sea, and so civilians killed each other because of the earlier ga. As we stood on the deck of the rescue ship, Dexter and I supported each other. I had broken my left leg, and he had broken his right, so we could truly say we had endured our hardships together.
"Honey, my leg’s in pain." Dexter hugged from behind, holding tightly.
I sensed that he was gripped by lingering fear. It was a deep and palpable fear of losing . I rolled my eyes at him. "If your legs hurt, go back and sit down."
"Geno Society’s ship has departed. The rescue workers inspected it and found nothing unusual. They’re eligible for humanitarian aid and are a non-governntal organization. This organization has been conducting humanitarian aid in different locations for years," Dexter said in a hushed tone.
Geno Society had nurous escape routes planned. Unfortunately, a lot of the passengers on the cruise survived. The video footage and evidence proving the existence of a lab in the cabin would be fully shared on the Internet.
This would alert more people to the dangers of inhumane experints like geno editing and cloning.
"Geno Society will be heavily affected this ti, so they’ll avoid taking any noticeable actions for now. "I knew that this wouldn’t be sufficient to eliminate them.
The ship sailed slowly on the sea. We watched both the sunrise and sunset. It felt wonderful to be alive.
"I’m incredibly lucky to be alive," Violette rushed over and embraced .
I hugged her back and gently patted her back, all while wearing a reassuring smile. "As long as we’re alive, the future holds infinite possibilities."
"You’re right," Violette replied, choking out.
Una stepped onto the deck and cast a contemptuous glance at Violette. "A forensic doctor who knows nothing and is weak, yet manages to survive until the very end. Is that rely luck?"
Violette beca alert and looked at Una warily. "Just because you resemble Sophia doesn’t an that you can bother us here. I don’t depend on luck. Instead, I rely on my partner to keep safe. Is there an issue with that?"
On the side, Zion cleared his throat awkwardly and muttered, "Violette, could you please lower your voice and try to be more low-key?"
Una glared aningfully at Violette. Without uttering another word, she turned and left.
anwhile, Jimmy walked out and stretched. "I never expected the president of Crowdstar Group to be the most unassuming son of the Sacco family. It’s a reminder that appearances can be deceiving, but I had a hunch it was him all along. Did you already figure it out, Dexter?"
"Isn’t it a bit too late to say this?" Dexter replied coldly.
Jimmy was not angry. Instead, a smile ford on his lips. "When I was younger, I t Dayton in the advanced class at Moulmore Polytechnic. He was truly a genius with autistic tendencies, but he eventually returned here. The instant I saw him stand up, I knew it was him."
"Do you really think it’s worth ntioning now? What were you doing earlier? Why didn’t you tell us sooner? If you had inford us earlier, Dayton wouldn’t have been taken away by the Rebels and we could’ve protected him in ti." Joel strode forward angrily, eager to punch Jimmy. This scoundrel truly deserved a beating.
Furthermore, he went on board imdiately when Geno Society invited him. In addition to bringing Una along, he displayed utter disregard for anyone else’s well-being.
"Damien’s on Geno Society’s ship. Will he be okay?" Eason gazed at Geno Society’s ship, which was not far away.
"That’s his biological mother. Would she throw him into the sea?" Joel retorted and left in a bad mood. Eason fell silent, recognizing Joel’s short fuse. That brat was young but short-tempered.
"We’ve caught the murderer responsible for the interprovincial serial murder case. This undoubtedly marks another rit for us." Eason sat on the deck tiredly and gazed at the blue sky.
"I wish for everything to return to a state of calm," Zion uttered softly.
"Calm? The storm’s coming. The fierce conflict between the Rebels and Geno Society has reached its boiling point. If they don’t stop their fighting, there’ll never be peace." Eason sighed.
Everyone was well aware that there were nurous puzzles yet to be resolved and countless tasks that needed to be accomplished. It beca evident that they could not simply escape from the turmoil that surrounded them.
Now that they were deeply entangled, they had no choice but to press on relentlessly. They were determined to crush Geno Society, dismantle the Rebels, and stop innocent people from being hard.
"The masked woman from the Rebels is the real murderer who killed Sophia. I saw the birthmark on her arm. It was her, a woman," I declared seriously.
"At least our direction is correct. The Rebels, led by the masked woman, are ruthless, insane, and radical. Based on our understanding of Huma’s Geno Society, it seems that the lab is run by Damien’s mother. "Geno Society opposes human ethics, conducting illegal experints at sea that involve cloning as well as undisclosed practices of geno editing and other inhumane experints." Zion took a deep breath. They were nothing more than a group of lunatics. Half of the illegal activities in this world were under the control of these lunatics who were motivated by either greed or their own selfish desires. They had completely lost their mind.
"Mom! Dad!" Ashton and Xandra rushed out and threw themselves into Dexter’s and my arms. Dexter and I were both limping, and we almost lost our balance.
Dexter and I held the children and exchanged glances. At that mont, we felt the profound joy that could only be found in the simplicity of an ordinary family. It would be great if it could always be like this.
"The two kids appeared out of nowhere and are not on the rescue list. If they wish to enter the country, the process will be challenging. They must undergo interrogation and rigorous psychological testing due to their nature as experintal subjects.
"I’m worried that passing these tests will be quite difficult for them." Zion asked to keep a close watch on the children. He then took Dexter aside and spoke to him in a hushed tone.
I looked at the two children with concern. They were the experintal subjects of Geno Society, products of the survival of the fittest. In their world, the only truth seed to be killing and desperate survival.
I feared that they might not et the standards once the psychological test was carried out.
Ashton and Xandra gazed up at . "Mom, can we always be together with you and Dad? You’ll never abandon us, will you?"
I nodded, but I wasn’t confident. I wasn’t sure if we could keep them. If not, what should I do? "I’ll try my best to keep you," I whispered. I was committed to trying my hardest no matter what.
"Mom, we’ll try our best too."
Ashton held Xandra’s hand and whispered, "Mom, Yara is crying."
I was stunned for a mont, then I looked up at Yara. She was hiding in the corner and crying.
I approached Yara with my crutches and asked, "Why are you crying? Who asked you to go on the cruise?" From the mont those children were rescued and only Yara remained, we should have known that her true identity was not ordinary. She was a teenage girl who had gone through so much and yet could remain resilient. She was crying now, and it seed unbelievable.
"If I tell you, will you believe ?" Yara choked up.
I nodded. "Tell about it."
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