"I never knew you were capable of such blind optimism." Gordon pressed at the corner of his eye.
"Because Jane Wallace won't let that happen. Where is the witch Claire?"
"Haaa." Gordon sighed and lowered his head. "Don't tell me you want to torture her brain. That woman is beyond powerful. She has already taken down several elite torture specialists. They all returned with severe neuronal damage after invading her. Do you understand the meaning of that?"
"Claire killed them all in her mind." Heine's response was direct and undeterred.
"and so......"
"So I need to enter her subconscious. Arrange it now, please."
The thick tone of command in Heine's voice made Gordon glance sharply up.
"This is the Witch, her subconscious is not as unguarded as Xiao Yan's. Need I remind you what happened to you and Shen Bing? What you faced in Renault's subconscious? Shen Bing still hasn't recovered from the neuronal damage from that incident."
"Please make the perpetrations, Major General." Heine's hair catches the rays of sun entering the office window. Each strand reflects the gold and diffuses it outward, resulting in a luminous haloed outline. His eyes gleam with a brilliant strength, compounding the power of his presence. The subsequent majestic scene challenges the limits of human perfection.
"You are crazy. Think about the price Xiao Yan paid to save you!"
"Sir." Heine shifted to the side, his fingers sank into his own flesh and he dug out the micro disk Xiao Yan had given to him. His movements were neat and nonplussed, his face was not lined with one ounce of pain. "This is Xiao Yan's research. No matter what happens to me, it will not prevent the Shire from continuing the research on x-2. More special forces may be separated from the x-virus."
Major Gordon clenched the micro-disc in his hand and looked at Heine with a severe expression.
"Who should I give it to?"
"Someone you trust."
"Like who? I trusted Jane Wallace. Turns out he is a higher up in the Surge. The president already knows this, I am just waiting here until they get around to demoting me."
"But right now you are still the commander of the Special Forces."
"For now, in the end I will be replaced."
An hour later, in the dark isolation cell of the torture unit, the glamorous and haughty woman slowly opened her eyes.
When Heine Burton entered the cell, Claire's pupils unconsciously constricted at the impossible sight. She couldn't believe the reality that stood in front of her.
Her hands were shackled in high density titanium and fused titanium wrapped her legs. The only way she could possibly get free would be to abandon her limbs. Even then, she has a device on her neck that will break her cervical vertebrae under a single command. A metal mask covers the lower part of her face. These restraints leave her unable to attack anyone. The Shire is well aware that she is the Surge's most elite assassin. She may have pegged Mark as large and incompetent, but she underestimated Liv's involvement. Not only is Liv exceptionally agile, her fighting abilities are perfectly compatible with Mark's. This is why Heine had not been concerned at the time.
"I don't need you to tell me anything, because I will find it myself." Heine's low voice pierces the air like a gunshot.
Claire, who had been unruffled by everything to this point, is terrorized by a growing anxiety.
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Thrive in Catastrophe by 焦糖冬瓜
RomanceIn the future the world has been ravaged by the Comet Virus. Most of the world's population has been infected and transformed into zombies. To combat this, the government has developed an offset of the original strain, known as the X-virus. This...
