Apocalypse: I Have A Multiplier System - Chapter 471

Chapter 471: Chapter 471: P280 Serum
He thought Su Jiyai was angry because of her kindness — that she was heartbroken over the poor kids trapped in that hell.

Fearing she would think he was some heartless coward, he rushed to explain.

“I did try!” he said desperately. “When I found out what they were doing, I tried to destroy them! But the consequences… the consequences were too much! They threatened my wife, my children! I almost lost everything! I couldn’t gamble their lives away! I couldn’t!”

He looked at Su Jiyai with fear in his eyes now, as if afraid she would lash out.

Su Jiyai stared at him for a long, cold moment.Then she pressed her lips into a thin line and said quietly,

“Hand over all the information you have about them. Their names, locations, everything. I’ll deal with that tumor for you.”

Leader Pei stared at her, stunned.

“You…you will?” he stammered, voice shaky. “Why would you help me so much? Boss Su, d-do you have other thoughts about me?”

For a second, Su Jiyai simply looked at him, then coldly chuckled.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” she said icily. “I’m not interested in cowardly men.”

Leader Pei’s face turned red with shame.

Su Jiyai stood up, her figure straight and strong like a sharp blade.

“After I clean up the organization,” she said, her voice like ice scraping against stone, “I’ll come back and deal with you too.”

Leader Pei swallowed hard, feeling the crushing weight of her words.

He realized then — this wasn’t just an old woman with a kind heart.

This was a storm wearing human skin.

……………………..

2 hours before

Seeing the subordinate rush over, Madam Queen didn’t even lift her head from the pile of data she was working on.

She tapped her pen on the table and asked casually, “Did you catch the boy again?”

Before the subordinate could open his mouth, Madam Queen waved her hand impatiently and added,

“If you did, inject him with P280 this time.”

Though her statement was conditional, there was a certainty in her voice.

The scientist standing next to her stiffened. His eyes widened in shock.

“P280?” he blurted out, almost dropping the tablet he was holding.

“Madam Queen, that’s too much! Even a strong adult can’t survive that dosage, let alone a boy who hasn’t eaten for two days!”

The scientist’s voice trembled a little. He knew what P280 was — a violent experimental serum that destroyed the body from the inside if it wasn’t strong enough. Using it on a kid was basically murder.

But Madam Queen just smirked, not even looking up.

“He survived P12, didn’t he?” she said lazily. “I’m sure he’ll survive P280 too. If not…” she shrugged lightly, “then he dies. Simple.”

The scientist clenched his fists.

He wanted to argue, to tell her that P12 was nothing compared to P280. P12 hurt, yes, but it didn’t kill. P280 shattered cells. It was a death sentence.

He opened his mouth to protest, but before he could speak, the subordinate suddenly blurted out,

“Madam Queen, w-we didn’t catch the boy!”

Madam Queen’s pen froze mid-air.

Slowly, she raised her head and stared at him, her smile fading into a thin, dangerous line.

“Who took him?” she asked, her voice soft but sharp enough to cut glass. “Was it that nosy Leader Pei again?”

The subordinate shook his head quickly, sweat starting to bead on his forehead. “N-no, Madam! It wasn’t Leader Pei! It was someone called Boss Su!”

“Boss Su?” Madam Queen repeated, her eyebrows lifting slightly.

“Yes,” the subordinate nodded nervously. “And… and Boss Su said…” He swallowed hard. “Boss Su said that by tomorrow night, she will destroy us.”

For a moment, there was silence.

Then, Madam Queen threw her head back and laughed — a loud, mocking laugh that echoed around the room.

“Destroy us? Destroy me?” she said between laughs. She wiped the corner of her eye like she had just heard the funniest joke in the world.

“Who is this, Boss Su? Some young fool who doesn’t know her limits?”

The subordinate shook his head again and said quickly, “N-no, Madam Queen. Boss Su is an old woman.”

Madam Queen froze for a second, then burst out laughing again, even louder this time.

“An old woman!” she cackled. “Senile and crazy, it seems! Hahaha! What a joke! What a joke!”

The scientist and the subordinate exchanged worried glances. They didn’t dare say anything.

Still chuckling, Madam Queen leaned back in her chair and smiled lazily.

“No one can destroy me,” she said. “I’m backed by Deimos. Who does this old woman think she is?”

The subordinate and scientist didn’t understand everything she meant, but they stayed quiet, their heads low.

Madam Queen stood up slowly, her long coat swaying behind her.

“Let her come,” she said with a wicked grin.

“I’ll kill her with my own hands. After that, I’ll take back the boy… and make sure he never escapes again.”

She waved her hand at the two of them.

“Don’t waste your time worrying,” she said casually. “Ignore that old woman’s threats. By tomorrow night, she’ll be nothing but a corpse at my feet.”

The subordinate bowed low and left quickly, but inside, fear twisted in his gut.

Somehow… he felt that Madam Queen had made a terrible mistake.

……………….

3 hours later.

Su Jiyai didn’t know how, but Qin Feng was able to get all the information regarding the institute.

From the location to the people.

According to the man, there were more than 400 soldiers, 30 scientists, and a leader named Madam Queen.

After going through the details, Su Jiyai marked all the people whose description matched with the guard who had harmed her brother and decided to torture them with her own hands.

The man inside the sack struggled harder, his voice rough and full of fear.

“I gave you everything!” he shouted.

“I told you where the base is! I told you everything about Madam Queen and her people! Please, Boss Su… let me go!”

Su Jiyai glanced at the sack where the man was tied up like garbage.

She sipped her water slowly, her face calm, before setting the glass down with a soft clink.

“You want me to let you go?” she asked, her voice light, almost playful.

The man inside the sack nodded frantically, even though he couldn’t see her.

“Yes! Yes! I was only following orders, I am innocent too!”

Su Jiyai smiled, but there was no kindness in it.

“Following orders,” she repeated softly. “And while you were ‘following orders,’ how many times did you hurt the children? Can you still call yourself innocent?”

The sack went still.

The man inside seemed to realize that no matter what he said now, it wouldn’t help him.

Qin Feng stood beside her, arms crossed, his face as cold as ice.

Su Jiyai leaned back in her chair and looked at the ceiling for a moment before speaking again.

“You think giving me information will erase what you did?” she asked, her voice low. “You think a few names will balance the screams, the blood, the fear you caused?”

The man whimpered inside the sack.

“I-I was just surviving! The world is already so hard! I had no choice!” he cried out.

Qin Feng snorted coldly. “You had a choice. You chose to hurt kids.”

Su Jiyai stood up slowly. Her shadow fell over the sack like a looming storm.

“You are right about one thing,” she said softly. “This world is hard. And tonight, it’s about to get harder for you.”

With a grin, she turned toward Qin Feng and said,

“Chain him to the farthest corner of the parking lot, make sure no voice leaves his mouth, skin the area around his hand, and sprinkle salt. Oh…that would be too dirty for you, Hao, just hire some to do it for me.”

Qin Feng nodded without hesitation.

The man started screaming and begging, but Qin Feng didn’t even blink.

He used his psychic powers again, lifting the sack effortlessly.

The man inside struggled like a fish out of water, but it was useless.

Soon, Qin Feng returned, and Su Jiyai grabbed the detailed map Qin Feng had laid out on the table and traced a route with her finger.

“This is where they are hiding,” she said quietly, her eyes narrowing. “This is where we’ll start.”

She folded the map neatly and tucked it under her arm.

She walked quietly to the sleeping area, where her brother still slept peacefully, his face calm and soft in the warm light.

She knelt beside the bed, brushing a hand through his messy hair.

“Just one more night,” she whispered softly, a promise carved deep into her heart.

“Just one more night… and no one will ever hurt you again.”

She kissed his forehead gently, then stood up, her face cold and sharp once more.

Tomorrow, blood would be spilled.

And it would all be for him.