Gunshots echoed through the lab, but the Vanguard Agency was ready for anything. The GTO guards left behind were caught off-guard, especially since their boss had hightailed it out of there.

It was a spectacular defeat, like watching petals swept away by a swift stream.

Vivienne continued to monitor the screens, her fingers dancing over the keyboard with urgency, “The left passage is clear. Follow it.”

She was analyzing the layout of the building, switching to real-time mode, and connecting to infrared imaging to track Scott’s possible escape routes.

Although Percival had come prepared, they were short on hands, what with all the kids around.

Scott knew the place like the back of his hand; if he had planned an escape route in advance, he would be a tough one to catch.

Suddenly, Vivienne spotted a blinking light on the screen. “Mr. Wolf, watch out, there’s a bomb!”

A loud explosion rocked the area 800 meters from the lab entrance.

The thermal imager fizzled out, and the screen became a flurry of scrambling red dots.

Vivienne cursed under her breath, slammed her laptop shut, and sprinted toward the blast site.

“Mr. Wolf! You oka…”

“Vivienne.” Percival emerged from the ashes, one hand gripping Thomas, the other holding Leopold. “I’m fine. Check on these two.”

Leopold let out a groan. “Vivienne, my hand’s done for.”

Thomas gestured to his own left hand. “Same here.”

Breathing a sigh of relief, Vivienne quickly picked up some scattered wooden planks and expertly fashioned splints for their broken hands.

“This will do for now. We’ll get it fixed back at the base. It’s not a big deal.”

Vivienne’s gaze met Percival’s.

He was staring into the rubble, his expression grave, eyes sharp as blades.

She understood his frustration.

had been so

new type of bomb was buried here, one that even their detectors had not

dealing with more than just a couple of broken hands. Whether they would even be found in one piece was up

placing a hand on Percival’s shoulder. “Mr. Wolf, let’s head

nodded. Scott was GTO’s third in command, not someone they could

the missing infants. Two are critical and

at the

except Leopold looking at her

the ‘ma’am’

engaged, not married! ‘Ma’am’ sounds so old!”

the messenger. “What ‘ma’am?’? Did I give my blessing to be

Husky’s’ outburst, focusing instead on Vivienne. “Ma’am, we’re running out of

snapped back to the situation, patting her subordinate’s shoulder, “Call me Vivienne

the lab; time was of

his team member,

member beamed, then thanked Leopold, “And thanks,

Leopold was about to clench his fist, a jolt of

heartless man!’ But, of course,

Checking the caller ID, his deep-set eyes

he announced, “Calista was released three hours

even delay it

her. “The reach

but

kids are safe now. We’ll deal with

pull strings over his head, it was

managed a smile. “Yes, we’ll

the lab, the situation with the

it was not just them; all

quiet, GTO had injected

to foster organ growth for their experiments, such a drug could harm

already been cut open,

GTO’s intention to use the children’s hearts for virus

Such inhuman cruelty!

the antidote to the sedative to each child. Apart from the two with damaged

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