Revenge After Death



Steven and I sat behind as we watched Quinton drive into one of the remote villages. He'd better not play any tricks.

A man from the sixth car was sitting in the passenger seat. They were all familiar faces in the village.

"Mr. Lambert is here.' The ruffian guarding the village greeted them with a smile.

Quinton nodded and handed him a pack of cigarettes and an envelope full of cash. This was probably the custom here.

The ruffian weighed the envelope before nodding with a smile. He then raised his arms and let them pass. "Without this step, you'd be stopped without even entering the village,' Quinton said gruffly.

Eason warned, "You'd better not be playing any tricks. Our men went back earlier, so if you dare to do anything funny, the Lamberts will immediately be seized in Huma. Your crimes will also be exposed to the public. If you cooperate with us, we'll help you to apply for significant credits for your case.

He eyed Quinton with obvious worry.

The village seemed sparsely populated, looking beyond eerie. There was not a single person in sight even as we drove in, with only one person guarding the entrance of the village.

"Where are the villagers?' I asked from behind.

"They usually don't come out, unless there are outsiders around,' Quinton explained.

I looked back and noticed the cars behind us following through. Zion was using the same method to enter the village with the others.

"They look unfamiliar," the person who came out to check on them said. Their cars were stopped in a small square in the village.

"They're all heirs preparing to take over their family businesses. They've just returned from studying abroad and are now joining us to broaden their horizons and play around for a bit." Quinton got out of the car.

Eason followed him down out of worry.

"This lad is pretty good-looking. A handsome and rich heir shouldn't lack women surrounding him,' the person at the checkpoint said with a smile. 'People like him can get decent goods."

They seemed to be inferring how a rich and handsome heir like Eason could easily attract many innocent victims.

"Did he lash out?" the man asked Quinton.

"It's his first time, so he missed his mark, injuring one of their legs. But there's a wolf pack behind us. They'll finish everything up in no time." Quinton gestured at the car and lit a cigarette. 'There's only two of them left. I've tied them up since the higher-ups wanted two. Do you want to have a look?"

The man hurriedly waved a hand. "Oh, we trust in the quality of your goods. Just go in!"

Quinton nodded before calling the others to get back into the car. The convoy soon continued their drive in. The man at the checkpoint made a call, and a place resembling a truck scale slowly opened downward.

As expected, Genome Society had a laboratory hidden underneath this remote and rural village. It was indeed hard to discover them here.

Moreover, those missing persons were all related to this laboratory, including Sarah from many years ago. "Will Maya be fine?" I asked Steven softly.

She was in Zion's car. I was concerned that she might feel scared and inadvertently expose them.

"Don't worry, I've taken care of it." Steven held my hand.

Inodded and feigned being in a daze. My hands were tied as I lay in his arms. I looked out the window and saw our car passing through a lane. All the cars were gathered as their exterior was disinfected, as if we were at a self-service car wash.

Steven whispered to me, "Some of the infrastructure in this laboratory looks rather outdated. This is probably one of the oldest laboratories of Genome Society."Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

He had researched some of Genome Society's laboratories within the country. This one here in the desolate area should be among one of the oldest.

"I have to say, Daisy is really bold. She's probably the only one to have set up a laboratory underground at a university within the bustling city center."

She was definitely courageous.

After the cars were disinfected, we drove down to an underground garage. It was extremely clean, to the point of being immaculate.

They got out of the car. Several people in hazmat suits and protective headcovers walked over. "Where are the goods?"

Quinton replied, "They're in the car."

The hazmat workers said, "Bring them to us."

They were asking for the goods which meant Maya and me.

Steven frowned and raised his arms to block them.

"This newbie here is worried that we might not get our rewards after we hand the goods over," Quinton explained with a chuckle.

The hazmat workers glanced at Steven. Fortunately, I had told him to disguise himself beforehand.