Chapter 1996

"Boss, I brought them just like you asked. Can't you just destroy my chip-clone and let me go? Please, don't hurt me."

"Yeah, boss. We went through hell to get them here for you."

The head of Country M's research facility just smirked, cold and dismissive. He shot the two a look of pure disdain, then signaled to his men. In a flash, the pair were dragged away.

They realized too late that something was wrong. No matter how hard they struggled, it didn't matter. A few harsh gunshots echoed through the room, and just like that, it was over-their bodies dropped to the floor.

The director turned his attention to Jackson and Fiona, his expression shifting to something almost reverent, as if he'd just discovered rare jewels.

"You two are perfect. I've been waiting a long time for this," he said, obsessed, his eyes lingering on Fiona in a way that made her stomach turn.

"Your genes are extraordinary. If I can replicate my chip-clones using your DNA, my research will hit a whole new level."

Then-bang. A single shot.

Jackson didn't hesitate. He pulled the trigger and the director dropped instantly, blood blooming on his chest. Everyone else in the room froze. They'd all assumed the director was just another chip-clone until they saw real blood soaking through his shirt. Now, panic finally set in.

"How dare you kill someone here? Do you even know where you are?" someone shouted.

"Yeah! This is the Country M Research Facility! You think you can get away with this? You'll never make it out alive!"

But by the time anyone realized what had happened, Jackson and Fiona were already gone, slipping into the dim, winding corridor. The shadows swallowed them up; no one could spot them in the darkness.

"Get in touch with the monitoring room! Find them! I want them alive-break their arms and legs if you have to, just don't let them die!" someone barked.

Suddenly, another "director" stepped This text is hosted at ⓝovelFind.net

out of the shadows behind them. It hit everyone at once-this whole mess was orchestrated by the chip-cones The real director must have been under their controball along. No wonder everything had gone off the rails. s

No one dared ask questions. They just followed orders, chaos breaking loose as everyone scrambled to carry them out.

Down the endless corridor, the shootout exploded—gunfire echoing off the walls.

Outside, it was just as wild. The guards at the doors didn't stand a chance against Jackson and Fiona's backup, who swept in, moving with precision.

"Find them don't care if you have

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to burn this place to the ground just bring them back alive!” the chip clone in the director's body shouted, his voice nearly unhinged, eyes burning with fanatic energy. s

"Mr. Jackson! Mrs. Jackson! Are you alright?" their reinforcements called out, already taking down the last of the outside guards. With the path cleared, handling the test inside was almost too easy. s

Jackson and Fiona headed back in, leading their team into the thick of the fight. The corridor was pitch-black, gunshots flying in every direction as both sides fired blindly into the dark.

Then Fiona tossed a fireball down the hall, lighting up the corridor in an instant. In the sudden brightness, they quickly finished off the last of their enemies, clearing the way forward.