Chapter 291: IF Scenario - Bazel: Paying Back with My Life
There was a row of canned milk powder on the table; they were all top-quality milk powder, and very expensive.
Bazel can't give the cubs much else, but the food must be the best, and it can't be too expensive.
He somewhat clumsily prepared the formula with hot water according to the instructions. Under Anuo's expectant gaze, he tasted the formula, and after finding it wasn't too hot, he handed the bottle to her.
Anno held the rather large-looking baby bottle and stared at it for a while. Under the intense hunger in her stomach, she decided to stop worrying about not being a child. Right now, her body was that of a three-year-old.
Bazel stayed by the little cub's side, watching her struggle to hold the large bottle with both hands. He helped her support the bottom of the bottle and patiently watched her drink most of it in one go before spitting out the nipple, letting out a long breath, and then burping.
Bazel couldn't help but feel sorry for him; it seemed he was really hungry.
Anno lay in the soft nest, no longer feeling cold, and continued drinking from the bottle, her eyes starting to droop.
She hadn't felt this relaxed and comfortable in a long time. Overwhelmed with sleepiness, she fell asleep while holding her baby bottle.
Looking at her adorable sleeping face with her baby bottle in her arms, Bazel's heart, which was as hard as a rock, melted into a warm spring.
He waited for a while, until the little baby had fallen into a deep sleep, before gently taking the bottle from her hand.
Bazel looked at her cheeks, flushed from the warmth of the heater, and the soft light belt nestled against her. A slight smile played on his lips as he gently touched her soft cheek with his finger.
With her by his side, his dark and hopeless life was given new hope.
After getting up, Bazel took the baby bottles, washed them, and put them in the sterilizer, he closed the door to the room and went to the factory to clean the petri dishes of the cubs, leaving no trace.
While he was dealing with the traces in the petri dish, he discovered that the control panel display was still running, with a message on the screen indicating that the data had been transferred.
That was a distress message automatically generated by the petri dish.
His heart sank, and he unplugged the power to the control panel.
However, the distress message has already been sent out, and the Northern River Federation will probably send someone to find us soon.
Just as he was thinking this, a commotion came from the factory gate.
He had already cleaned up most of the cub's traces and immediately returned to his room inside the factory. He had installed cameras inside the factory, as it would be easy to be discovered if he stayed outside; it was safer to return to the cub's side.
When Bazel returned to the room, he saw that the cub was still fast asleep, and his tense nerves relaxed a little.
He turned on the projector on his computer, brought up the camera, and checked who had entered the petri dish factory.
Several men pushed in a huge cage containing a little boy who had turned into a beast, and then they began to trade on the spot.
Bazel manipulated the camera, zooming in to examine their features.
After getting closer, he discovered that he recognized two of them; they were Blackthorn's men.
Blackthorn is a gang on Capa. He has been involved in the underworld for many years and has dealt with these people. Naturally, he knows some leaders and well-known figures.
One of the two people he knew was named Hicks, one of the leaders of the Blackthorn, a shrewd and ruthless man.
Upon seeing the imprisoned little boy, he knew what they were trading.
One of the most popular forms of entertainment in the arena is buying or adopting children, including beasts, mutants, beast-like mutants, and even corrupted species.
Used for playing animal fighting games.
He was one of them.
Bazel watched them conduct the transaction with a cold expression, and then something unexpected happened.
Hicks made a move against the seller, and after a struggle, Hicks' true identity was revealed to him.
It turned out to be an undercover agent from the Northern River Federation Security Department.
Bazel watched the scene with suspicion and disbelief. Hicks quickly apprehended the seller and sent two of his men away with the little boy.
However, the little boy was extremely agitated, and they had to give him several strong sedatives before he finally fell asleep.
Just then, Anno, who had been sleeping, suddenly woke up.
She was awakened by a very strange feeling, which she couldn't quite explain. She was just an ordinary person, without any special abilities or being a mutant.
When Bazel saw that the little cub had woken up, he quickly sat down beside her. Seeing that she still looked sleepy with her eyes half-closed, he gently patted her and coaxed her softly.
The feeling of waking Anno was fleeting. She had only been asleep for a short time and was still very sleepy when she was forcibly woken up. She fell into a deep sleep again while Bazel patted and coaxed her.
Barzel turned the camera back on once she was asleep.
At this point, Hicks was the only one left in the factory.
Logically, he should have left after dealing with the human traffickers, but instead he began to look around the factory, his nose still catching the scent of the air.
Bazel's heart tightened again; he had already cleaned up the traces of the cubs very thoroughly.
Is Hicks's dog nose really that good?
Bazel knew he would have to leave with the cubs soon, but he couldn't be discovered at this time.
Hicks walked around the factory, constantly sniffing the air.
He felt he smelled a very familiar scent, but it was very faint, almost imperceptible, floating in the air.
This petri dish factory looks like it's been abandoned for a long time. Could it be that he smelled something wrong?
"Boss, we have to go. You'll have to go back to Blackthorn's place later."
Apa called to him from the gate.
"They're here."
Hicks glanced around the vast factory, then turned and walked out the door with Apa.
Barzel breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Hicks leave.
There's not much time left. The distress message from the spark has just been sent out. Hicks is an undercover agent for the Federal Security Service, so the Federation will definitely look for him immediately. He'll be back soon.
Bazel quickly packed the cub's things. He couldn't bring too much with her, only some emergency supplies.
There's no time to deal with these supplies. The Left and Right Federation has already discovered the fire, and they will definitely find out. It doesn't matter whether they deal with it or not. Now he has to figure out how to get rid of the Federation's search with the cub.
He has no relatives left. He struggled to grow up in darkness from childhood, unlike others who had a normal adoptive family and no siblings.
I do have some friends, but aside from those with mutual interests, there's only one person I can truly trust.
However, if that's the case, he'll have to drag him down with him.
Bazel looked at the profile picture of the famous "29" on the communication screen, his finger hovering over the dial option.
Number 29 was someone he fought alongside in the arena. Like him, they didn't have any friends or family. When they first met, they weren't considered strong in the arena, and they survived by helping each other.
He now has a cub, but Number 29 has no ties. Number 29's current strength is enough for him to live a good life from now on.
If Number 29 helps him, it's equivalent to committing the most serious law in the North River system together with him. Once they are investigated, their genetic code will be permanently blacklisted, and they will be imprisoned in a space prison for life.
But if he were alone, he wouldn't be able to go far with the cubs, and the cubs would suffer.
He absolutely could not hand over the little cub to the Northern River Federation and turn her into a tool as well.
After much deliberation, looking at the peacefully sleeping cub, Bazel pressed the 29th communication button.
A few seconds later, the communication was connected, and a handsome face appeared on the screen.
"Bazaar, where have you been lately? It's been almost half a year since I heard from you."
Number 29 looked to be in his early twenties, with clean chestnut short hair, sharp eyebrows and eyes and an unruly expression. Several faint scars on his cheeks made him seem unapproachable.
Barzel didn't bother with pleasantries and went straight to the point: "29, I need your help. I'll repay this favor with my life."
Upon hearing what Bazell said, Number 29 immediately became serious.
Should I repay his favor with my life?
When they were fighting tooth and nail in the arena, Bazel never said such a thing; helping each other out was just a trivial matter.
Their lives improved somewhat afterward, but due to various factors, they went their separate ways, occasionally keeping in touch. Bazel never asked him for help.
He asked, "What exactly happened?"
Bazel turned the camera to the cubs.
On the 29th, when he saw the sleeping cub, his eyes widened in surprise. At first glance, he thought it was a beast cub that Bazel had picked up somewhere or rescued from the arena.
But Bazel's personality doesn't seem like that of someone who would do such a thing. They've walked a dangerous path, seen too much darkness, and can only try to protect themselves.
On the second glance, Number 29 knew why Bazeel was using that tone to ask for his help.
It was a sparkling offspring.
He had seen fire before and knew its characteristics.
No wonder Bazel raised a fire-breeding cub.
"Send me your location, and I'll come meet you."
Number 29 didn't waste any time asking questions. They had worked together before and had a certain understanding that this sparkling cub was definitely of unknown origin. Bazel was in a hurry to take the sparkling cub away.
Barzel briefly explained the situation to Number 29, sent him his location, and then quickly packed his things.
Meanwhile, Hicks, who had just left, received a hidden message from the Federation headquarters.
Upon seeing the message, he was astonished. Thinking of the faint, familiar smell he had caught in the petri dish factory, he realized that this might actually be true.
"Ava, turn back!"
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