Chapter 153 Return to Position

Gore sat on the sofa, surrounded by control panels that could make anyone's eyes pop out, with medicine boxes and empty bottles scattered around his feet. He suddenly felt like a new era "anti-drug pioneer"—if you can't resist the temptation, then join in completely, test drugs on yourself, and be impeccable.

The celebration banquet for successfully preventing a nuclear bombing was in full swing, with almost everyone in the Eoubs circle participating. Although Dongxia had basically contributed nothing this time, and their ace operative had disappeared, the higher-ups said it was a success, so it was a success.

They didn't even cause them any trouble. They were probably secretly pleased when they saw the Americas in complete chaos. After all, alcohol and hallucinogens were in unlimited supply, so the consumables could just enjoy themselves.

He sat alone in the control room for a while, then took out another bottle of wine.

From his position, he could see the brightly lit banquet hall in area C27, where many people were celebrating, saying they absolutely had to meet the big star who had been promoted from D05 to B05, their expressions as excited as if they were going to meet the creator of mankind.

This group of people are used to currying favor with the powerful and naturally accept the flattery of those of lower status, but Gore never does that—his plan failed, and he has no interest in getting involved.

Well, it can't be called a complete failure. At least several powerful figures died within the American Congress, and it split up, so it can be considered a minor success. But people always have to learn from past mistakes.

At first, things were going well; everything was under control, and all the partners were obedient, whether it was Sergio, Stanford, or Sheen. The latter was also quite obedient at the moment, but if I hadn't released that person, he might have rebelled too. I'll inform Yingzhou later; overall, things are going smoothly.

But the "smooth sailing" of light and shadow was very short-lived, and things quickly turned into a nightmare.

After Sergio died, Gore was completely drunk and had no idea what he was thinking or what he was supposed to do. However, he could still remember what he needed to accomplish in the final stage, otherwise he would be forced to retire by the American authorities after his failed rebellion attempt, just like a few years ago. This was not the kind of retirement where you are sent home to live a normal life. Don't get your hopes up too high.

Thinking about this made him feel nauseous, and he tried to pull himself together. This feeling of encouragement made him feel even more disgusted with himself, and he decided to avoid meeting any high-ranking personnel as much as possible from now on. Since they were both working in the same organization, they were bound to run into each other, but it didn't matter. He would pretend to be dead.

Recalling his trial at the American branch, when he was being transported to Dongxia, a powerful figure recognized him and insisted that he was just a replica, and that the real one had died in a shredder and been turned into meat products. He said that if he wanted some, he could ask them for it.

Gore didn't know if the guy thought he really hadn't seen clearly, or if he thought Gore had suffered too much trauma and had a mental breakdown. He didn't care; he didn't care at all.

Because he simply didn't want to have any contact with these people, he preferred to pretend he was dead, even if he had no real power, nothing to hold him back, no lowly love and hate, and ideally, no one to have any connection with him.

In their line of work, you'll see countless faces coming and going around you, so it's best not to get to know other people, otherwise some of them will take root in your mind, appearing in your nightmares from time to time, and never leaving.

He no longer needs any more tedious plans.

When Roy received the email that had already been retracted, the outcome was already decided—although he still doesn't understand who resent it, there's nothing he can do about it.

Therefore, Gore felt that this person was too much of a show-off. That guy's life was a terrible movie that no audience would want to watch—the kind of heroism that makes you wish every member of Eoubs was a great benefactor who was willing to sacrifice himself for the great cause of mankind. But come on, don't be ridiculous.

He felt a sense of desolation. What was there to regret? Everyone was rotten to the core these days. No matter how much you pretended, you couldn't completely avoid collapsing.

Finally, Gore stopped thinking about it and instead pulled up the contact information of the person in charge of the Yingzhou branch, preparing to fulfill the promise he had made to Sheen.

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At 3 p.m. that day, Yu Yun went to the transplant experimental center in area A022 to pick up Yu Jianchu and take her to the promotion banquet.

The people in the salon gave a direct notice—in a tone that implied you absolutely had to go, and that a bunch of observers would be following behind to monitor the situation, lest the sisters do something outrageous again.

When she arrived at the meeting hall, researchers from other branches were also gathered there, all there to check the physical condition of new recruits or to perform transplant surgeries. Of course, there were also people like her who had come to pick up new people.

"What a coincidence."

Merlink, holding his drawing board, leaned against the wall, clearly not having had enough sleep. He was also one of the guests at the promotion banquet and was waiting for Carlos to come out of the laboratory.

"Okay, see you later." Yu Yu nodded politely, then walked straight inside.

"Okay, another one without any color on its body."

The "heroes" survived the hellish ordeal and returned to the world of men, but once the ordeal was over, they were to continue the torture.

When Yu Yu entered the room, Yu Jianchu had already come out of the suppression pod. She was soaking wet, as if she had just taken a shower, and was wearing a medical gown. But for some reason, she had also put on a thick thermal blanket with the official Eoubs logo printed on it. The heating was on, but she still chose to wrap herself up tightly.

In front of Yu Jianchu was a cup of instant coffee, the brand she used to drink, and in her hand she held a bottle of candy—a repackaged new pill, supposedly with excellent effects, and most of it was already gone.

It took her a while to notice Yu Yu. She looked up at him, her expression somewhat blank, her hair casually draped over her shoulders, looking quite disheveled.

"Sister?" the other person said.

The person didn't react for a moment. The researcher next to her smiled kindly and whispered to Yu Yu that the second implantation surgery was like this. There might be some unusual reactions and emotional fluctuations, but they were all within a controllable range. When she was sent to the suppression chamber, she was in a very bad state. After all, those forbidden substances were peeled off while she was alive. She would feel uncomfortable for a while afterward, but it wouldn't last long.

Yu Yu moved closer and noticed that she was talking to herself.

"Sister?" she said again.

Yu Jianchu finally came to his senses and replied, "You're not dead either."

The tone was very familiar, it was definitely the same person.

"Just a little bit off." She smiled, crouched down, and continued looking at her, saying, "Do you remember what happened?"

That haggard face stared at her for a long time before breaking into a smile that was so radiant it didn't look like someone who had died several times.

"Of course I remember everything," Yu Jianchu said, his voice low, hoarse, and sinister.

“I remember being put on the rack, it fucking hurt, my dear sister.”

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