"Jasper..." Remy muttered under his breath, narrowing his eyes slightly.


    Gusts of wind howled from the sky to the forest floor.


    Jasper and Remy exchanged a knowing look and smiled. In that gaze of absolute trust, nothing more needed to be said.


    Jasper stood at the helicopter''s cabin door, d in a fitted tactical outfit that entuated the taut lines of his muscles. He wore ck cargo pants and a pair of sturdy military boots.


    The dazzling moonlight cast a cold sheen over him, highlighting his aloofness and ferocity. He was like an unsheathed de, gleaming with icy brilliance thatpelled others to lower their eyes.


    Remy let out a soft chuckle. "He''s pretty cool."


    Thepliment came straight from the heart. In truth, Remy had never praised anyone before. It was almost an honor to receive such words from him.


    Though the helicopter hovered midair, Jasper stood steady at the cabin door. In one fluid motion, he raised his gun. Calm and precise, he pulled the trigger, his gaze sharp and unwavering.


    He fired once. Twice. Thrice.


    With each shot, a man crumpled to the ground. He had not aimed to kill but to disarm, striking them with exact precision despite the darkness. Every bullet hit exactly where he intended.


    This was the exceptional skill engraved into the very bones of the man who once stood at the top of the military academy.


    The helicopter descended slowly, and a ropedder dropped toward Remy.


    "Come up!" Jasper called, eyes bright as he extended his hand.


    Without hesitation, Remy climbed swiftly. When their hands finally sped tightly together, a surge of electricity seemed to pass between them. Their hearts pounded in unison.


    As Remy was lifted off the ground, tears welled in his eyes. To him, the man before him was a beacon of salvation.


    This was the closest he had evere to the light.


    Ear-piercing sirens red throughout theboratory base. Chaos erupted


    everywhere, like a hive thrown into disarray without its queen.


    "Shit... What the hell is going on?" Sheryl roared as she red at the surveince footage covering the wall.


    "M-Ms. Gillis, Special Forces have surrounded the entire base. We''repletely encircled by the authorities!" a subordinate reported frantically.


    Another rushed in, trembling. "Ms.


    Gillis, Remy and Number 72 have


    escaped Remy was taken away by a


    helicopter and the one


    one piloting i was the former president of Beckett Group... Jasper!"


    "I should''ve known... I should''ve known!"


    Sheryl mmed her fists against the desk repeatedly, her expression


    twisted with fury "That traitor t


    must have joined forced with asper long ago. He betrayed Mr. Justin after being spared, and he repaid Mr. Justin''s trust and careful training with treachery!"


    "What should we do now, Ms. Gillis?" one subordinate asked anxiously.


    A sudden thought struck her. Sheryl immediately rushed to Amber''s ward. By the


    time she arrived, two subordinates were already there.


    Amber was gone.


    In her cey a female corpse mottled with greenish-ck decay.


    "M-Ms. Gillis... that woman disappeared..." a subordinate stammered, head lowered, sweat pouring down.


    Sheryl flew into a rage. She sprang forward and pped each of them. "Useless! All of you are utterly useless!"


    She had anticipated the possibility that Remy might rescue Amber amid the chaos. What she had never expected was that he would persuade someone within the base to betray them and help him.


    "What do we do now, Ms. Gillis? Please make a decision!"


    Everyone was frantic, like ants on a burning nest.


    "Extract all core experimental data. Destroy everything else."


    Sheryl closed her eyes briefly. When she opened them again, they were bloodshot, demonic.


    "As for all experimental subjects..... eliminate every single one. Leave no survivors!"


    A chill swept through the room.


    The so-called experimental subjects included children as young as five and elderly individuals up to seventy. Yet in the eyes of this cruel and bloodthirsty woman they were nothing more thanb rats. Than lives held no value to her.


    "They''ll be witnesses once the authorities rescue them. You all participated in


    the experiments. Do you really want to stand trial in court?"


    Her icy gaze swept across their pale faces.


    "Some of you have more than one person''s blood on your hands. Once you''re


    arrested, you''re finished. If you want to live, do exactly as I say."