BXBX NOVEL Chapter 136: Overpowered Bloodline
They called us in for interviews one by one, and I use a bit of my power to convince them not to check my identity on their computer. Finally, they let us all go, and they even offered to give us a ride home. But I use my suggestion to convince them and slip away to find a hotel to stay in.
By the time I got to the hotel, it was already 1:00 am, and I crashed into bed without a second thought. I was utterly exhausted and just needed some sleep. I knew I'd learned a lot today, but I decided to save deeper thinking for after a good rest.
Right now, sleep was my top priority.
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Kanon cruised down the dark road, her tiredness evident in the sigh that escaped her lips. She glanced at the peaceful, sleeping city that surrounded her.
"It's finally done," Kanon spoke, feeling exhausted after a long day.
She had come to understand just how challenging it was to work on Cerebrum. She had wanted to voice her concerns about their lack of actions, but Michael had simply ignored her.
Well, at least she had managed to save her friend Yumi from having her memories altered.
"What happened back there, Kanon?"Yumi leaned on the passenger seat beside Kanon and asked,
Hesitation gripped her; she didn't want to further disturb her friend's life. While Michael had proposed the idea of recruiting Yumi, Kanon was firmly against it.
This was only her first case, and the death toll had already reached dozens. Yet, the members of Cerebrum acted as if it were a minor incident. From this, she could already sense how perilous the other Gifted individuals could be.
"They are a danger to society," was the initial thought that raced through her mind.
"Don't ask too many questions, Yumi. Remember that you signed an NDA. Don't tell anyone about this incident. Trust me, you don't want to get involved in this mess." Kanon cautioned, her tone friendly but filled with firmness .
"You just keep living your peaceful life with your family," she said with a worried tone.
Little did she know that this peace wouldn't last much longer. Something big was looming on the horizon.
Something that could turn the entire world upside down.
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BEEP-BEEP-BEEP!
The blaring sounds of sirens pierced through the confined space, their wailing echoing off the unforgiving metal walls of the long hallway. What had once been a sterile and secure environment now resembled a gruesome nightmare.
The hallway, constructed with hard, sturdy metals, had become flooded with crimson liquid. Blood pooled on the cold, metallic floor, forming grotesque patterns that bore witness to the violence that had unfolded there.
Amidst this disgusting scene, the lifeless bodies of armed personnel, clad in black combat armor, sprawled across the ground. They were not just dead; they were mutilated and contorted in ways too disgusting to even described.
Gazing upon their lifeless eyes, it was as if they had glimpsed the very embodiment of hell. The torment etched across their features told a harrowing tale. Their eyes, now vacant and soulless, revealed the horrors they had borne witness to—a nightmare that had shattered their sanity.
Their last breaths seemed to hang in the air, heavy with remorse, as if pleading for a chance to undo the choices they had made. But there was no redemption in this nightmarish place, only the haunting aftermath of a darkness that had consumed them entirely.
*THUD!
Another lifeless body fell to the ground, but this time there was a thin, naked bald man stood beside the corpse, his bare pale skin illuminated by the stark overhead lights. His presence in that grim setting was surreal, like a nightmarish apparition.
His face bore an unsettling aged expression, a crazed look that hinted at a mind unhinged by something wicked. But what was most chilling was the creepy grin that stretched across his lips. It was a grin that seemed to mock and insult the lives he had mercilessly taken, a grimace that reveled in the carnage he had brought upon everyone.
"Humans are just too weak and fragile," he muttered, shaking his head in disappointment. It was as if, in his eyes, taking their lives was no different than crushing an ant beneath his heel.
Suddenly, he snapped his head up, his attention grabbed by the collective sound of dozens of people rushing toward him. They emerged clad in combat military gear, their high-powered rifles pointed exactly in his direction.
The place was so cramped that dodging a bullet, even with the best effort, seemed impossible. Now, a multiple guns were pointed directly at him.
"ZED, you have to stop this, we had a deal!" pleaded the 50-year-old man in his black formal coat.
"Deal?" Zed chuckled, as if he had just heard a laughable joke. His voice turned cold as ice.
"The deal was off after what you did to my daughter." He added
"It was an accident," the 50-year-old man explained desperately.
"There's no such thing as an accident in this world," Zed sneered in contempt.
"I will hunt down and kill every one responsible for my daughter's misfortune. All must pay with their lives."
*BANG! *BANG! *BANG! *BANG! *BANG!
A barrage of bullets thundered in the close confines of the metal hall, all aimed directly at him.
But instead of cowering in fear, the bullets stopped mid-air, suspended by an unseen force. It was as if time itself had frozen in that harrowing moment.
Zed slowly raised his hands, palms open, as a sinister smile curled on his lips. His words dripped with malevolence as he uttered.
"You Ungifted people don't deserve to live."
With a chilling words, he closed his palm, and an oppressive force filled the air. It was as if an invisible weight, a gravity of unimaginable power, crushed down upon them.
One by one, they crumpled like discarded soda cans, their bodies contorted and broken by the tremendous force, their lives extinguished in an instant, their screams for help silenced before they could even escape their lips.
"All of you will regret messing with my family,"