Chapter 1329
1-2 was originally tied up in District B, but received a call from Sophie, that was when him returned to
District A earlier than planned.
Stepping out of his private exit, he was greeted by a grim sight. The hallway was littered with men in
black, all shot and sprawled haphazardly on the floor…
The river of blood that painted the scene caused 1-2 to instinctively furrow his brow.
“Damn it!” With his team in tow, 1-2 briskly bypassed the fallen men and headed for the control room.
Upon opening the door, he saw Bernard sitting on the central sofa.
Bernard was casually reclining, his long legs casually draped over the armrest. His hands rested on his
thighs, and between them was a blood-soaked gun, still dripping blood.
His head rested lightly against the back of the sofa, chin slightly raised as he looked down at the
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtintruders. There was not a hint of fear in his eyes. In fact, he seemed to be regarding them as if they
were already dead, his gaze cold and unblinking.
The black of his outfit obscured the bloodstains, but the bullet holes in his shoulder and leg, from which
blood was pouring, were evidence enough of his wounds.
“Well done making it all the way to the control room,” 1-2 said, clapping his hands together in a
sarcastic applause, “You’re just the kind of man we need. You’ve got guts, and I like that,
but…”
The clapping ceased as 1-2 slowly lowered his hands, taking out his own gun and aiming it at
Bernard’s forehead, “If you weren’t the leader of the Siren Organization, maybe I’d let you live!” But
before he could pull the trigger, Bernard was faster. His shot aimed at 1-2’s abdomen, fast and
accurate.
1-2 was shot, which caused his aim to falter. Bernard dodged the bullet, rushing towards him amidst
the gunfire.
1-2, now clutching his abdomen, was taken by surprise as Bernard reached him, swiftly cutting off his
air supply with a solid arm around his neck.
Enraged, he struggled against Bernard, but couldn’t break free from his vice-like grip. Bernard even
managed to snatch the gun from 1-2’s hand. At this moment, Bernard was like a demon, impervious to
pain or danger,
er, determined to choke 1-2 to death.
Not only did he choke 1-2 to the point of suffocation, he also used 1-2’s body as a shield, seemingly
ready to take everyone down with him if they dared to shoot.
Who would dare to make a move now?
No one dared to act, they could only watch helplessly as Bernard dragged 1-2 into the chip room of the
control center… As soon as the door was closed, Bernard activated the lock.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSeeing several security locks activated, he suddenly raised his elbow and struck 1-2’s back.
1-2 grunted in pain and tried to retaliate, but Bernard shot him in the shoulder.
The excruciating pain of the bullet passing through made 1-2 clutch his shoulder, falling to the floor in
agony.
Bernard lifted his heavy boot and stepped on 1-2’s back, pinning him down. He roughly grabbed 1-2 by
the collar, dragging the injured man towards a row of sterile white surgical pods.
Recognizing Bernard’s intention, 1-2 resisted with all his might but was forcefully dragged into one of
the pods.
“You bastard, you dare to operate on my brain!” 1-2 roared.
Without even glancing at him, Bernard mustered all his strength to throw the struggling 1-2 into the
pod. He slammed the pod door shut and hit the lock button without even blinking. As soon as the pod
was secured, Bernard moved his hand to the activation button. Once pressed, the equipment inside the
pod would start operating at lightning speed.