Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )

Chapter 645

All of us were injected before being loaded onto the vehicle. It was probably some drug meant to induce unconsciousness.

I slowly drifted unconscious, hoping for Steven to intercept us soon.

We couldn't risk anything now-we had to commit fully to this act.

I woke up to the jostling of the vehicle after being unconscious for some time. Everyone around me was still out cold. We were dumped into the vehicle as if we were some cargo.

The vehicle was stopped for inspection. But as the vehicle opened up, we could only hear noises from the outside but not within.

At that moment I realized that there was a hidden compartment in the vehicle. All of us were trapped within the hidden compartment over three feet wide, casually thrown in as if we were discarded bodies.

I took a deep breath and started pounding on the metal compartment, hoping that someone might hear me from the outside.

But it seemed like the person inspecting couldn't hear me. I wasn't sure if it was intentional or not.

The vehicle drove on for some time before stopping once again. I realized that someone must have heard my pounding earlier when someone came to open the compartment door. They were here to deal with me.

I lay on the ground, feigning unconsciousness while listening to the sounds from the outside.

Someone walked in and glanced around at us while holding a syringe.

"Is everyone still unconscious? Why did I hear someone pounding on the compartment earlier, then?' the man muttered.

Just as he was about to leave, I swiftly got up to grab his syringe before stabbing it into his neck. The man fell unconscious soon enough.

I put on the man's jacket before stepping out of the car to check my surroundings. We were still in the desolated area but on a highway.

While the accomplice in the passenger seat was still asleep, I got into the car and took the extra syringe. I then gave him a shot and rendered him unconscious before driving away to the nearest police station.

Zion had left his men there.

Dennis rushed over in a hurry as soon as I arrived at the police station. He handed his phone over to me and urged, "Hurry and take the call, Stephany. Officer Landon said that Steven has gone mad from being unable to locate you!"

I took a sharp breath and quickly took the call. "Steven. I'm here, Steven. I'm fine. I got those men handled. We're now at the police station.'

I could hear Steven's anxious voice quietening down from the other end of the call. 'Stephie!'

His voice choked up with a hint of anguish.

I replied, 'I'm at the police station."

"I'll be there soon," Steven whispered.

They came over soon enough, but Maya wasn't with them.

"Where's Maya?" I asked Steven.

Steven strode over and hugged me tightly without a word.

"The original owner of this laboratory died on the cruise. Genome Society then chose a trustworthy person to take over the new laboratory. Do you know who the new owner is?" Eason said, resigned.

"Who is it?" Who could have passed Genome Society's scrutiny and even gain control of the laboratory?

"It's Jimmy," Eason said with a shrug. His expression was one of bewilderment.

"Jimmy went through a lot of effort in order to gain Genome Society's approval. Now, he wants to work with us. But I feel that he's not trustworthy," Joel whispered in my ear.

"Why would you still leave Maya with him then?" I asked in surprise.

Zion said, "There's no helping it. Even though Jimmy holds control of the laboratory, the entire network and surveillance are still under the high-ups. Since Maya was labeled as qualified, we had to follow the procedure, or we'd risk exposing everyone."

He sighed before continuing, "Jimmy said he could keep Maya safe for now."