Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 226

Chapter 226: CHAPTER 226 Chapter 226: CHAPTER 226 “Sophia, you’ve grown an interest in us, right?

You’re welcome to join us…” Quinn lifted her hand toward the sunlight.

“Callum worked for Peter.

He also supplied women to the Genome Society to be used as mothers.

He deserved to die.” Callum trafficked women at ideal childbearing ages.

He handed them to the Genome Society as test subjects for the genetic and embryo experiments.

It was cruel.

“Everyone who died here wasn’t innocent.” Quinn walked up to the wall and pressed a switch.

Following that, the windows that were sealed with bricks shattered and let in a lot of sunlight.

Quinn smiled at me and said, “Sophia, the game isn’t over yet…

The mastermind is still among you.” Then, Quinn turned around and jumped out the window.

She disappeared into a car.

I stood by the window and looked outside, wondering where we were…

“Sophia!” Behind me, Damien held Juliet and shouted at me.

I snapped back to my senses and ducked behind a wall, dodging the bullets fired from outside…

“Everybody get down!

Get down!” A group of mercenaries rushed in with guns.

They gathered everyone together.

“Get down.

Hands on your heads!” I glanced at Dexter and did as told.

Soon, the leader walked in and looked at the dying Juliet.

“It was…

Quinn Lloyd,” Juliet said hoarsely.

Quinn was the spy.

“She escaped.

I saw her escape…” The leader said to his subordinates, “Go after her.” They were mercenaries working for the Genome Society, and they all had the same tattoo behind their ears.

“Take them away!” Amidst the chaos, we were pushed to leave the ruined building.

“Take him.

He’s not dead.” Zion and Eason insisted on carrying Taylor, whose breath and vital signs had become weak.

But he was still alive.

When I got outside the ruined building, I closed my eyes from the bright sunlight.

“Where is this?” Eason mumbled.

“Crime haven Myrindara, Loania, or…

Cambrela?” Eason gasped.

We had to take nutrient injections when we were unconscious.

It out that we were transported to an isolated country.

There was a bustling market just outside the ruined building.

As I stood among the bustling crowd, my ears began ringing.

My head started to throb.

When Quinn escaped, she said that the mastermind was still among us.

“Get in!” The mercenaries were pushing us to get into the car.

I examined the rest of the group as my breath quickened.

Violette, Eason, Joel, Zion, me, Dexter, as well as the unconscious Taylor.

There was also Damien and Juliet, who was taken away to receive treatment.

I scoffed.

I wondered who was the mastermind.

“Sophia…

Don’t be scared,” Dexter consoled me softly.

He deliberately crashed into a mercenary, colliding with a local in the process.

The leader of the mercenaries rushed to him angrily and then pointed his gun at Dexter.

“Don’t shoot!” I said in a panic.

We were all resistant.

Their guns were pointed at us.

Discussion broke out among the locals.

They were speaking in a language that we didn’t understand, but it was evident that they were used to seeing armed mercenaries.

With his hands in the air, Dexter slowly walked back and obediently got into the car with us.

In the car, we all curled up in the back seat.

Our hands were on our heads.

Dexter shot me a look, then he secretly took out the phone that he stole from the local passerby whom he collided with.

Eason gave Dexter a thumbs-up, and Zion nodded at Dexter too.

We were in a foreign country, which meant reporting this to the police would do us no good…

He could only send out our GPS location and wait patiently for the right timing.

During the ride, the leader of the mercenaries answered a call.

When the car stopped, he started comparing us to his phone screen.

“This, this.” The man pointed at Dexter and I.

Then, we were dragged out of the car.

Dexter passed the phone to Zion.

“What are you doing?” Damien questioned them, trying to protect me.

But we were in a foreign land.

Nobody cared about Damien.

The mercenary hit Damien with the gunstock.

“They’re not important.

There’s a police officer among them.

Let them leave,” the mercenaries’ leader mumbled.

He signaled his subordinates to release Zion and the rest.

Zion frowned and gazed warily at the mercenaries.

“Where are you taking them?” “It’s none of your business.

If you want to live, get lost.” The leader pointed at Zion, then left.

“Sophia…” Damien said anxiously.

He took a hard blow, but he still wanted to protect me.

I frowned and signaled him to shut up.

Did he want to die?

Damien stopped in his tracks and I avoid me with a conflicted gaze.

I avoided his gaze and made eye contact with Zion.

Violette and Taylor needed treatment, so they had to leave first.

Zion nodded at me reassuringly.

If they were safe…

Dexter and I wouldn’t be worried.

I smiled at Dexter, and he smiled in return, holding my hand.

After we got into a different car, the people tied our hands up and made us wear eye patches.

“Maybe…

this is where the human traffickers’ base camp is,” I whispered.

Dexter hummed in agreement, but his grip on my hand tightened.

“Silence!” the mercenary that was guarding us cursed.

I lightly placed my finger where I could feel my pulse on my wrist, and I closed my eyes.

Dexter and I could remember directions through sounds.

After a little over an hour, the car finally stopped.

They removed our eye patches.

I looked at Dexter, and he looked at me.

“Let’s see who remembers it better,” I said.

Dexter raised his brows in amusement and said, “Sure…” He always pampered me.

“Give them a jab.” The mercenaries’ leader instructed his subordinates to get us injected.

Dexter 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, “Sophia, 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, Dexter 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.

Genome Society’s base camp had to be extremely secluded.

We couldn’t possibly find it so easily.

“I’ve memorized all their profiles.” Dexter had a photographic memory.

I said to Dexter, “I’ve memorized them too.” I paused briefly.

We left the place, casually waving to the other mercenaries who passed by.

We had to leave before they discovered us.

But it was apparent that they were not very alert.

Otherwise, it might have been…

on purpose.

Everything went too well.

From the seventh floor to the first floor of the ruined building, we left that place and came here with these people to witness these things too easily.

Now, we escaped easily too.

“Did you realize that somebody let us go on purpose?” I asked Dexter.

“The Rebels are among the mercenaries.

Even now, we’re not completely detached from the killing game that they designed,” Dexter said.

We were only seeing what they wanted to show us.

I scoffed.

We were caught up in the war between the Genome Society and the Rebels.

In fact, they had predicted every action and every step we made.

The mastermind of the Rebels had to be a genius.

“They showed us these things to incite our hatred toward the Genome Society.

Next, we’ll find them…” We would find the Rebels.

And join them.

Dexter said to me, “I’ll support everything you do.” I smiled at him.

“Let’s join them, then.” “Darkness is always behind power.

In that case, we should become powerful.” Dexter held my hand and led me out the back door brazenly.

“Quinn said that the mastermind of the killing game is still among us…” I stopped and took Dexter’s hands.

“Dexter, is it you?”