Revenge After Death



"Don't they have clone subjects? Why would they still need so many living people?" That was something Zion couldn't understand.

"Have you ever considered how high the cost is to keep clone subjects alive?" I chuckled bitterly.

Every single clone subject that survived as a fully healthy individual was the result of fortunes spent on them. That was why they would use clone subjects for more valuable research instead like organ transplant and live blood banks.

These scattered disappearances clearly served other purposes.

"These are just a part of the missing people who suddenly came to light." Steven looked at the people on the screen. "These people stood out in terms of their perfect appearances or personalities."

They should still have other values for experiments.

"Besides, there were countless tramps, beggars, homeless children, and mentally ill people who disappeared all around the world," Steven stated the facts.

Everyone fell silent.

Zion left first. They were police officers who wanted to eliminate all evil, yet their capabilities were limited.

Their desire to seek justice and uphold the law was strong, yet reality sent chills down their spines. There was too much injustice and evil in this world-some places were bound to remain in shadow.

They could only stay true to themselves and act with integrity in doing their best to uncover the truth behind all the missing people cases.

"Do you think it's possible they're still alive? Could they be waiting for us to rescue them from the dark and despairing lab cages?" Zion asked softly, seemingly helpless.

He wanted to light a cigarette to drown his sorrows.

I held Steven back, allowing Zion to light it. He needed an outlet.

"They might still be alive," Steven said softly.

Perhaps his words were to comfort us, or perhaps... there was still a possibility of them being alive.

He continued, "We'll need to know what Genome Society's purpose of capturing them was in order to know if they're still alive or not. What kind of experiments would require these people with perfect appearances, figures, and genes?"Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Zion nodded. "You're right. Some of them might have been waiting for us for 40 years. We have to hurry."

We had to hurry in solving the cases and finding them.

I nodded before following Zion into his car.

Everyone was quiet on the way to see Sarah Leigh's brother. The mood felt heavy.

Ashton and Xan remained silent as well. Xan continued to play with her Rubik's cube while Ashton looked out the window.

I didn't know what their young minds were thinking about. But it was clear that whatever they had in their thoughts wasn't anything children of their ages should be thinking about.

They were born experimental subjects who yearned for parental love from birth. They could only rely on killing, scheming, and continuously achieving success in order to protect themselves.

Ever since they had memories, they had to work hard continuously just to survive.

Out of the many experimental subjects, only Ashton and Xan survived. The strengths of the two of them were something beyond our imagination.

I could only hope that those two would stay true to their original intention. I prayed for God to be merciful and forgive them, and for them to stay safe and happy.