Revenge After Death

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.

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from the drug, I took

room in a hazmat suit too. He disarmed the guard in the exact same

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