Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )

Chapter 640

I took cover behind the car. We were all waiting for the right time.

"You're a spy from the police aren't you, girlie?' Quinton cursed, gritting his teeth.

I did not answer him but glanced at the time. I only relaxed when the distant sound of a honk was heard and a convoy of police cars arrived. Some officers got out of the car with their guns.

Zion and his colleagues pinned the men to the ground and handcuffed them.

I walked over and stepped on Quinton's leg before crouching down. "All of you deserve to die."

He glared angrily at me, yet he was sporting a smile. 'I'll catch you someday and make you suffer a slow death!

As soon as he was done talking, Steven punched him and shoved his head into the sand.

Zion was about to interfere but was stopped by his fierce gaze. 'He deserves to die here!" Zion dared not say anything else.

Steven pulled me into his embrace once he was done beating Quinton up.

"I'm not hurt," I comforted him softly.

Steven hummed in reply and looked at the vast desert.

"They wanted to sacrifice two women,' I whispered.

"Who's the one sending the sacrifices to Genome Society?' I walked over to Hector and asked.

He refused to answer me. I then stepped on his injured legs. 'Still not going to talk? Your legs might really end up ruined if that's the case."

Steven retrieved an axe from the car just as I was done speaking. He was about to swing it at his legs.

Hector's face turned white as a sheet. 'Are you police officers?"

Steven chuckled coldly. "I'm not."

"We're in the desert here. No one would know if I killed you now.' I grinned. Wasn't this their standard line? Hector trembled, yet he refused to speak. Steven swung his axe down onto the legs of the man beside him. His screams filled the air.

Hector was terrified by Steven. He stuttered, "It's... It's always been Quinton."

"How many people have you sent all these years?" I asked again.

Hector cried out, "Only three of the goods passed the examination. They're extremely strict with their comprehensive examinations. They would only take those who are fully qualified. Those who are not would be sent back and destroyed."

They were treating human lives as if they were worthless.

All of us took in sharp breaths. All these years, there were only three who were fully qualified and were sent to Genome Society. The rest were then destroyed.

"Where did you send them to?" I asked, looking at Hector threateningly.

He replied, "Only Quinton knows the location!"

We turned to look at Quinton, yet he started laughing maniacally. It was as if he was enjoying the pain.

"I'm not telling you anything. You don't have the guts to kill us, and I'd never reveal Genome Society's delivery location!" Quinton's laugh was borderline manic.

"Is that so?" I chuckled before crouching by his side. "Do you think you're invulnerable?"

Quinton sneered and replied, "Try me."

It was as if he was unafraid of pain.

"Oh? We'll have your lackeys to look at this, then I indicated for Zion to get the others to look over. I then reached out to unzip Quinton's pants.

He was taken aback and looked at me in fear. "What the hell are you trying to do?"

Steven's face fell. He reached out to pull me over before wiping my hands with alcohol wipes. "Don't dirty yourself."

After that, he turned to look at Joel. 'You take it off."

Joel sighed. "Fine, I'll take care of it since your wife is precious."

Quinton was already panicking as he struggled in fear. He cursed, 'Fuck off! Don't touch me!"

It seemed like I was right. His body was his weakness. His physical deformities had likely led to his twisted mentality.

He didn't fear pain. In fact, he enjoyed it. Yet, he was afraid of others, especially his lackeys, finding out his secret of being impotent. He would rather die than have them know about it.

"Fine! I'll talk!" Quinton yelled angrily.

I chuckled coldly. Here I thought that he would last a little longer.