Chapter 209 Dead

That red dot was already embedded between Song Xiaoxiao's eyebrows.

The sniper's finger was firmly on the trigger, waiting for the order to make her disappear from this world forever.

From inside the helicopter, a clear German voice drifted out: "Fire."

His voice was calm and emotionless, yet carried an unquestionable authority.

It was an order from a special operations team in Country D, precise and deadly.

The moment the bullet whistled through the air, Song Zhiwei's pupils constricted sharply.

She heard the sharp whistling sound and felt the breath of death rushing towards her.

Her body instinctively tried to dodge, but it was too late.

The next second, a warm hand covered her eyes.

The palm was broad and familiar, carrying a reassuring warmth.

The familiar body temperature, the familiar scent—it was Sheng Tingzhou.

He appeared behind her without her noticing, gently pulling her into his arms and shielding her from the potential spray of blood with his own body.

Her voice trembled, carrying a barely concealed fear and lingering dread, as she softly called out:

"Sheng Tingzhou."

"Yes, I'm here."

Hearing her call, he immediately turned around, his movements swift and firm, and without hesitation pulled her into his arms, his broad arms shielding her from all cruelty and noise, and whispered, "Don't look."

"Um……"

She responded with a choked sob, her fingers gripping his clothes tightly until her knuckles turned white, as if he were her only support at that moment.

Her voice was terribly hoarse, as if it had been sanded, and each word was squeezed out of her throat with difficulty:

"experiment……

Finally, it can stop.

She couldn't count how many people it had ruined.

The figures being injected with drugs in the dark room, the women who lost their minds and had empty eyes, the names that silently disappeared from the list, were like an endless nightmare, pressing down on her heart layer upon layer.

Some people went mad, some died, and some could never look at themselves in the mirror again.

Sheng Tingzhou gently stroked her back, his palms warm, his touch light yet firm, as if soothing a frightened little animal.

He whispered, "Everything will be alright."

The voice was soft, yet it carried an undeniable power, as if it could keep the wind and rain away from the two of them.

He glanced at the person sprawled on the ground, a man with unfocused eyes and slightly moving lips, but unable to utter a sound, as if his soul had been completely drained.

Sheng Tingzhou didn't give him a second glance, his eyes cold and indifferent, as if the other person was nothing more than an unidentified corpse on the roadside.

He took her hand, turned around, and boarded the plane with steady, unwavering steps.

Song Zhiwei had been tense all day, her nerves like a bowstring stretched to its limit, and finally she couldn't hold on any longer.

She leaned against the porthole, her eyelids drooping as if weighed down by an invisible weight, and she slowly slid into the dreamless darkness.

There was no struggle, no muttering, only the long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if responding to some distant echo.

By this time, the internet was already in an uproar.

Nine out of the top ten trending topics are related to the Song family.

Social media platforms are like boiling oil, with messages being forwarded, commented on, and exploded in popularity.

No one expected that Song Xiaoxiao, who was gentle and dignified and always had a smile on her face in front of the camera, was actually a fraud from beginning to end.

Her carefully crafted persona, built over a decade, crumbled in just a few hours.

She played the role of a good person for so many years, but when she finally tore off the mask and revealed her inner monstrous nature, the whole internet went crazy.

I'm stunned. Song Zhiwei is the real heiress? She's the one who was switched at birth?

[Oh my god, I always thought Song Xiaoxiao was my ideal woman, but it turns out she's a venomous snake dressed in gold and silver?]

[Chairman Song's escape was brilliant! Any later and the Song family would have become a human experimentation base, selling organs and brains!]

I heard those test subjects were all young girls? Just thinking about it sends chills down my spine...

[Yin Hang was live-streaming, and he was there too, looking like he'd been ripped from his soul.]

In the video, he sat in a dimly lit room, his face as pale as paper, emaciated, with prominent cheekbones and sunken eye sockets like two black holes.

The once high-spirited group executives are now nothing but walking corpses.

His plastic surgery, drugging Song Xiaoxiao, and manipulating women for experiments have all been exposed.

The police had a complete chain of evidence, leaving him no room for denial.

All that awaited him was a prison cell, a verdict, and decades of jail time.

But the company hasn't given up yet.

Capital has no feelings; it only cares about profits.

They wanted to recoup some of their losses through this live stream, at least to convince the public that they were also victims.

"Hello everyone, I am Yin Hang, real name Jiang Li, Song Xiaoxiao's younger brother."

He mechanically began to speak, following the script provided by the company. His voice was dry and hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

He revealed the entire background of Song Zhiwei and Song Xiaoxiao—their identities were switched at birth, they manipulated public opinion for years, and they eliminated dissidents.

If he cooperates, the company can reduce his sentence.

This was the last glimmer of hope they had promised.

But the live stream chat went crazy, filled with insults directed at him, the messages scrolling so fast that the words were barely legible.

Get out of here! You're an accomplice too!

How dare you speak like that? How many people have you personally sent to hell?

【You and Song Xiaoxiao are birds of a feather!】

Jiang Li stared at the screen, breathing rapidly, veins bulging on his forehead.

He couldn't take it anymore, he suddenly stood up, and yelled uncontrollably at the camera:

"I'm not like her! Song Xiaoxiao is the real ruthless one! Don't you all keep saying how many times Lin Qinian was stabbed? That was her doing! She deliberately pressured Song Zhiwei, plotted against her, framed her, she's more ruthless than anyone else..."

The comments section went silent for a moment, then exploded even more wildly.

Holy crap, I never expected this plot to turn out like this... So she was the mastermind behind it all?!

Wait, Lin Qinian? That genius doctor who disappeared three years ago? He was stabbed?

[It's chilling to think about. Did Song Xiaoxiao really turn on her own people just to control the experimental project?]

[Thank goodness she's dead; who knows what kind of trouble she would have caused if she were alive.]

Otherwise, the next person to be experimented on will be an ordinary person.

[She's dead? Who said that? Didn't she escape?]

Someone raised a question, which was immediately answered by countless others:

[The internet is abuzz with rumors that he was executed by firing squad after being targeted for assassination by the D country, and his body was never even left behind.]

[I heard she disguised herself as a diplomat to infiltrate the area, but was discovered and shot dead on the spot.]

Serves him right! This kind of person deserves a terrible death!

Jiang Li stared at the screen, stunned.

His fingers hovered above the keyboard, trembling, unable to utter a single word.

He thought his sister had only been arrested and would at most be sentenced, but he never expected...

Is she really dead?

The woman who raised him from childhood and taught him how to pretend and how to be cold-blooded is gone just like that?

He slowly sat back down in his chair, his eyes vacant, as if his soul had been completely shattered by those lines of bullet comments.

Song Xiaoxiao... is dead?

These words struck Jiang's mother like a thunderbolt.

Her eyes widened, almost bulging out of their sockets, and the phone in her hand fell to the ground with a "thud," the screen instantly cracking with spiderweb-like patterns.