Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 318

Chapter 318: CHAPTER 318 Chapter 318: CHAPTER 318 After analyzing the missing person cases, we discovered that all of them involved individuals aged between 18 to 25, with attractive appearances and well-proportioned figures.

These people were naturally good-looking and were all in the prime of their youths.

“There have been people disappearing up until early this year.

It would be truly inhumane if all of those cases were connected and related to Genome Society.

What a horrific crime this is,” Zion said as he lit up a cigarette.

Dexter stepped up to look at all the missing person cases on the screen.

He also casually extinguished the cigarette in Zion’s hand.

Zion was troubled by the cases, while Dexter’s action was done on my behalf I hated the smell of smoke.

Stunned, Zion ground his teeth in frustration.

Such an unspoken public display of affection seemed to be at his expense.

Dexter was getting too lazy to memorize things himself.

He reached over to ruffle Ashton’s hair.

“Here, have a closer look and remember them all.” Ashton was to commit every single missing person case to his memory.

He then looked at Xan and said, ” You can remember them instead.” Xan had autistic tendencies, and no one could break into her world.

She wouldn’t be easily distracted as long as she was focused on doing something.

And she had an exceptional memory.

“She’s just like a human computer!” Phil exclaimed in surprise.

Xan looked up and carefully studied every single person in the photos with intense focus.

“I managed to contact Sarah Leigh’s family.

He’s renting a place in Tranquil Garden, claiming that he wants to look for his sister in Huma,” Zion said after returning from taking a call.

I nodded in reply.

“The families of all these missing persons are all renting a place near Tranquil Garden.

With close to a hundred people coming at once, it seems like a coordinated, disciplined, and purposeful action,” Eason offered his analysis.

It just so happened that all of them currently had a case on hand.

“Take Sarah Leigh’s brother, for example.

His sister has been missing for over 40 years, yet he’s just planning to look for her now.

What is he thinking?” Phil complained.

“We can only be certain until after we meet him.” I glanced at Zion before looking at the time.

“Can we go over now?” Zion nodded.

“You can continue analyzing the case with the others, Eason.

I’ll bring Sofia and the others out.” Eason looked at Zion begrudgingly.

“I’m your superior.

Are you trying to teach me how to do my job?” “Oh, well…” Zion smiled.

He then ignored Eason and led us away.

Xan stood in front of the screen.

Her gaze landed on the young man who recently disappeared.

“Being good -looking and having a gentle personality are among the criteria of selecting experimental subjects.” She rarely spoke, but her sudden words brought a chill down everyone’s spine.

Did that mean that Genome Society was also conducting other experiments besides cloning and genetic experiments?

“These people would be valuable and useful.” Xan turned around and looked at me.

“Do you know about lab dogs and white mice, Mom?” I nodded nervously.

“Some animals are gentle in nature and have internal organs and systems that are similar to humans.

That’s why many pharmaceutical companies use dogs, monkeys, apes, white mice, and other animals for drug testing, studying drug resistance, and other experiments.” Although cruel, these animals had made significant contributions to the advancement of human medicine.

“They only use animals for experiments under legal and ethical constraints.

But animals…

aren’t the best experimental subjects,” Xan mumbled.

It was true that animals weren’t the best experimental subjects.

Many medications and medical experiments could not be replicated on animal bodies.

Only by using human bodies could the experiments’ values be shown.

Eason said, “Back in the warring period, the Rhordian invaders used our people for monstrous and inhumane human experiments.

Rhorda’s medical technology advanced at least a century by conducting vivisections.” “Their medical advancements were built on the flesh and blood of our people.

That’s why their frostbite ointment is so effective.” His voice trembled as he spoke from his seat.

Such hatred was engraved in our genes and should never be forgotten.

Now, Genome Society seemed to be also conducting similar inhumane activities that crossed the moral and legal boundaries.

“Don’t they have clone subjects?

Why would they still need so many living people?” That was something Zion couldn’t understand.

“Have you ever considered how high the cost is to keep clone subjects alive?” I chuckled bitterly.

Every single clone subject that survived as a fully healthy individual was the result of fortunes spent on them.

That was why they would use clone subjects for more valuable research instead like organ transplant and live blood banks.

These scattered disappearances clearly served other purposes.

“These are just a part of the missing people who suddenly came to light.” Dexter looked at the people on the screen.

“These people stood out in terms of their perfect appearances or personalities.” They should still have other values for experiments.

“Besides, there were countless tramps, beggars, homeless children, and mentally ill people who disappeared all around the world,” Dexter stated the facts.

Everyone fell silent.

Zion left first.

They were police officers who wanted to eliminate all evil, yet their capabilities were limited.

Their desire to seek justice and uphold the law was strong, yet reality sent chills down their spines.

There was too much injustice and evil in this world-some places were bound to remain in shadow.

They could only stay true to themselves and act with integrity in doing their best to uncover the truth behind all the missing people cases.

“Do you think it’s possible they’re still alive?

Could they be waiting for us to rescue them from the dark and despairing lab cages?” Zion asked softly, seemingly helpless.

He wanted to light a cigarette to drown his sorrows.

I held Dexter back, allowing Zion to light it.

He needed an outlet.

“They might still be alive,” Dexter said softly.

Perhaps his words were to comfort us, or perhaps…

there was still a possibility of them being alive.

He continued, “We’ll need to know what Genome Society’s purpose of capturing them was in order to know if they’re still alive or not.

What kind of experiments would require these people with perfect appearances, figures, and genes?” Zion nodded.

“You’re right.

Some of them might have been waiting for us for 40 years.

We have to hurry.” We had to hurry in solving the cases and finding them.

I nodded before following Zion into his car.

Everyone was quiet on the way to see Sarah Leigh’s brother.

The mood felt heavy.

Ashton and Xan remained silent as well.

Xan continued to play with her Rubik’s cube while Ashton looked out the window.

I didn’t know what their young minds were thinking about.

But it was clear that whatever they had in their thoughts wasn’t anything children of their ages should be thinking about.

They were born experimental subjects who yearned for parental love from birth.

They could only rely on killing, scheming, and continuously achieving success in order to protect themselves.

Ever since they had memories, they had to work hard continuously just to survive.

Out of the many experimental subjects, only Ashton and Xan survived.

The strengths of the two of them were something beyond our imagination.

I could only hope that those two would stay true to their original intention.

I prayed for God to be merciful and forgive them, and for them to stay safe and happy.