Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )

Chapter 638

I was starting to suspect that only a few out of the nearly 100 missing persons were truly sent to Genome Society. The remaining were cruelly killed.

These lunatics each had their own perverted hobby, which was amplified by their wealth and power.

Someone said, "This project is amazing. We've only sent two of the goods over, yet they're actually giving us exclusive distribution rights for the Humian-Solancian region?"

Quinton nodded. "They're keeping a close watch lately. Those fools don't have a way to deliver goods like we do."

"As expected, we're smarter."

It wasn't hard to infer from their conversation that many of the wealthy people were sending "goods" over to Genome Society. But with the recent security, increasing surveillance, and improved legal system, it was harder to make someone disappear without a trace.

Quinton and his group were smart in that they were willing to take risks and venture into desolate areas. Yet the mysteries of desolate areas were beyond their control. It was foolish to assume that they could always navigate through dangers without getting caught.

This time, for instance, I could already sense danger looming closer when a wolf's howl echoed from the distance.

The wolves in desert areas were completely wild, and they wouldn't be the only predators around-there were other carnivores as well. They would surely be attracted by the fire, laughter, and the cars.

Upon seeing the wolf pack nearing, I feigned fear and hid myself behind Quinton. "There are wolves, Quinton. Let's get back into the car."

He eyed me and smiled, taking the opportunity to wrap his arms around my waist. "Alright, let's all get back into the car and move on."

Quinton was deliberately doing it in front of the other men, as if trying to present himself as a normal

man.

However, I could feel that he was far from one. He had no desire for women. Either he was homosexual, or he was impotent.

Smiling, I deliberately sliced open my palm with a blade hidden underneath my sleeves, letting fresh blood drip onto the ground. I then wiped it on the car as I got in.

The wolves would track the scent of blood and pursue it tirelessly. Even if the pack couldn't catch up, there would be other predators drawn to the smell of blood once we reached our destination.

I needed to buy some time for Zion and the others to arrive.

"Do you want some apples, Nella?" A young woman who seemed to be in her late teens handed me an apple. She was so beautiful, she fitted Quinton's description of "perfect goods".

"It's such a shame we can't touch her when she's so beautiful." The young woman was from the third car. I happened to overhear the lewd comment from one of the men.

There was probably another requirement to being Genome Society's so-called "perfect goods"--they would also have to be virgins.

"Just endure it. We'll be able to get any woman we want after we land this project." Another man nudged

him while laughing.

The cars started to move slowly once everyone got into the cars.

Someone said, "A sandstorm is kicking up, and the wind is getting stronger. Be alert, guys!"

The cars finally slowed down at a relatively flat ground. The sky had also brightened up by then.

I had been pretending to sleep in the car. Quinton was the one waking me up when we reached our destination. "We're here, Nella."

I got out of the car and looked around the vast wilderness blankly. It seemed even more desolate and terrifying here.

"Wake up! Now, let's play a game!" Several men sat by the campfire as they asked the eight young women to join them for a game.

"Have you guys ever played the Death Game? Have you heard about the serial murder cases that happened before this? The victims were all young and beautiful orphans," Hector said with a smile.

One of the young women looked at him in fear. "That's creepy. It's still dark out there."

"It won't be fun once the sky lights up completely." The man chuckled coldly. Some were already eagerly pulling out their hunting rifles and loading them. "It's time to hunt, ladies."

A few of the young women looked at each other. They were unaware that they were actually the prey.

A gunshot rang as Hector shot one of the young women in the leg. Her scream pierced through the dawn in the desolate area.

Someone said, "Start running, sweethearts-"

Terrified, everyone screamed and dispersed in all directions. Meanwhile, a perverse expression appeared on Quinton's face, as if he had just experienced a climax.

He was certainly a lunatic. However, it was still undetermined who was the hunter and who was the prey.