Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 440



She knew the moment we stepped out of the derelict building, the folks from the Gene-Forge Collective would whisk us away.

I was about to face a sliver of truth and a whole lot of darkness.

Alone, I couldn't save them.

Call the cops? In this lawless land, where sin and desire converged like nowhere else, not even the government troops dared to tread. Who would care about the fate of women abducted for childbearing?

The guy came at me with a syringe. I feigned compliance, then, seizing the moment, I jabbed the needle into him instead.

Clad in protective gear and a mask, I stripped him of his suit and donned it myself, then tied him up and stashed him in the closet.

In that tiny room, the women looked at me with eyes full of hope, their eyes red, silently pleading for rescue.

Most were pregnant, treated like lab rats, confined in protective rooms separated by clear glass, with just a single bed to their name. Every moment of their existence was observed, recorded as some sort of twisted data.

I nodded at them, made a gesture, hoping they'd understand.

I'd find a way to get them out.

"Not done yet?" someone called from outside, growing impatient.

I grabbed a vial from the cab, filled a syringe, and stepped out. I plunged it into the neck of the man waiting outside. As the drug took effect and he slumped unconscious, I relieved him of his gun.

Colin emerged from another room, also in protective gear, and disarmed another guard using the same method.

We exchanged glances, a hint of amusement in our eyes.

But it was too soon for celebration.

"This isn't their main base, just a data point," I whispered.

The presence of these pregnant women was a clear indicator that the main hub of the Gene-Forge Collective was elsewhere, carefully hidden.

"I've memorized the details of every woman here," Colin said, his photographic memory coming in handy...

I glanced at him. "I've got it memorized too."

My steps faltered as I remembered... After awakening in the ruins, my intelligence and memory seemed enhanced.

We walked away, casually nodding to the mercenaries we passed, making a swift exit before they noticed anything amiss.

Clearly, their guard was down.

Or perhaps, it was deliberate?

Everything was too easy, from the seventh floor down to the first, brought here only to witness these horrors and then to leave unscathed.

“Did you notice? Someone let us go on purpose,” I said to Colin.

"There might be 'RebellionContent bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Syndicate moles among the mercenaries. So far, we haven't stepped out of the 'killing game" theyve orchestrated," Colin's voice was deep and serious.

All of this was just for us to see.

I chuckled.

Caught in the crossfire between Gene-Forge Collective and Rebellion Syndicate, we were merely pawns.

Every step we took, every move we made, might have been anticipated by our opponents.

The mastermind behind Rebellion Syndicate must be a genius.

"Letting us see this, they're fueling our hatron for Gene-Forge Collective, pushing us to seek them out...To find "Rebellion Syndicate.

And join them.

Colin looked at me. “Whatever you decide, I'm with you."

I smiled. "Then let's join them."

"If capital is where the darkness lies, then first, we become the capital Colin said, taking my hand ande leading me out the back door, bold as brass.

“Annora said, the mastermind behind the killing game is among us..." I stopped, gripping Colin's hand. "Colin, is it you?"