Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford ) novel Chapter 440

The mercenaries' leader instructed his subordinates to get us injected.

Steven and I had to separate temporarily. I was taken to a room by someone else.

Inside that room, there were many weak-looking women. 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 me.

Suddenly, I recalled when Quinn had said, "Stephanie, you're getting interested in us, right? You're welcome… to join us."

I could understand why Quinn was so confident. She knew that the Genome 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 crime and greed were most condensed and had no military government—nobody would care about the well-being of the trafficked children and women.

The person approached me 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 women looked at me as if they saw hope. Teary-eyed, they were all begging me to save them.

Most of them were heavily pregnant. They were like experiment 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 women did and made records of so-called data.

I nodded toward the women and communicated in sign language. I wasn't sure if they would understand me.

I would try my best… to rescue them.

"Are you done?"

Outside, somebody 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.

Meanwhile, Steven exited the other room in a hazmat suit too. He disarmed the guard in the exact same 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 women inside, I could tell this was not the ultimate base camp.