Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

"This experimental base is truly well hidden with its location right beneath a spa center, Officer Grant. Do the people up there even know that there’s a huge cryogenic chamber beneath them?" an officer said.

Another new experimental base of Genome Society was found. The cryogenic chamber was more like an auxiliary facility to an experimental base instead.

A large number of bodies of the wealthy were frozen here. According to insiders, Genome Society was working on a research aiming to reincarnate humans.

They told the wealthy that they would be able to reincarnate them as long as they preserved and froze their bodies. The annual cost to preserve and freeze bodies here was allegedly 3.5 million dollars.

Eason lit up a cigarette outside of the experimental base. He chuckled sardonically.

It was ironic how the wealthy were so afraid of death while they were still alive and would desperately want to come back to life after they died.

"There are more than one of these cryogenic chambers all around the world. How many people exactly do they want to bring back to life?" Phil said, cursing those lunatics

"They’ve managed to convince some of the wealthy by proposing this theory. That’s 3.5 million dollars each year as their freezing fees. It’s quite a sum with so many bodies here. No wonder Genome Society is so rich. Money truly drives people crazy," Eason said irritatedly as he looked around.

Phil asked, "What if they can’t manage to bring these people back to life? The wealthy are no fools!"

Eason suspected that it was the reason why Genome Society had gone quiet suddenly.

They had shifted their attention to getting their hands on Dexter because of his reincarnation project. He was also the only person who managed to reincarnate his loved one.

As long as they manage to get a hold of Dexter, Genome Society would be able to obtain the key to opening a valuable treasure vault.

Just by considering these people stored in the cryogenic chamber, reviving them was no longer just a theoretical matter with their bodies and genes still present.

It was a horrifying thought.

Suddenly, the iron lid to the cryogenic chamber was slammed shut.

Eason’s expression darkened as he looked at the entrance warily. "Be careful, guys!"

Soon after, someone tossed a homemade bomb from above. "Watch out! Take cover!"

A violent explosion echoed throughout the room. Eason shielded Phil and hid behind a freezer.

The air was thick with smoke from the explosion. Eason shook his head forcefully to clear out the ringing from his ears.

Someone yelled, "Be careful, Officer Grant! They’re planning to bomb this place!"

Some of the officers desperately tried to open the iron lid above them, but they were left with no way out with the ladder destroyed. The officers outside were likely met with a similar demise.

Both Genome Society and the Rebels deserved to die.

"Officer Grant!" Another explosion echoed, and someone was struck by falling debris.

They looked despairingly at their only exit, knowing fully well that they wouldn’t be able to make it out.

Eason was breathing heavily as he leaned against the wall.

They were completely defenseless. Whoever attacked them must have wanted them dead.

The ringing in his ears grew worse. From the wall, he glanced at Phil, who was hurt and unconscious.

Was this truly a deliberate massacre from the Rebels, just like what Sarah had said? If that was true, perhaps Eason’s life wasn’t important to Simeon at all.

He smiled bitterly, closing his eyes as he awaited his death. But there were no longer bombs falling from above.

Everyone was holding their breath as they anticipated the next explosion.

At that moment, the iron lid from above was opened. Joel coughed for a bit before peering downward.

"Eason!" he yelled.

Eason was stunned. He then glanced warily at the exit, wondering if Joel was here to rescue him or if he was the one who planned this massacre

Joel looked down and nervously called out for Eason, "Can you hear me, Eason? Please answer me!"

Eason leaned against the wall, unable to move after his leg was struck by a fallen object. He did not respond to Joel.

For some reason, he couldn’t fully trust someone like how Zion could.

"Hudson! Fuck-" Panicked, Joel cursed before jumping down from above. He started

looking around for Eason anxiously.

"Hudson!" He seemed to have come alone.

Eason leaned against the wall, wincing in pain as he looked at Joel. "What are you doing here

Relieved, Joel asked, "Did you not hear me calling for you?"

His tone was disdainful as he walked over to check on Eason’s injury. "You’re not any younger, so why are you still out on missions?"

Eason’s eyes reddened as he asked, "You’re the one behind it, right?"

Stunned, Joel looked up at him. "Are you suspecting me?"

Eason said, "You asked me last night if I was going on a mission. I said I wasn’t." Then, something happened to the team today.

"How ungrateful of you when I came all this way to rescue you." Joel felt somewhat annoyed, yet he knew this wasn’t the time to be angry at him.

"My call couldn’t get through to you, so I checked with Zion. He said that you were on a mission, and I came because I was worried," he said, carrying Eason on his back.

He continued, "I’ve already told Zion to send backup, and I’ve tied up those above already. Don’t worry."

Eason looked at Joel. "Don’t lie to me."

He was afraid that Joel might lie to him.

"I" Before Joel could continue his words, several mercenaries who were fully equipped jumped down from above. They were clearly from Genome Society.

Their leader coldly chuckled at Eason before indicating for his men to move forward.

Joel frowned and looked at them warily.

At that moment, they realized that Genome Society was here for Joel. It was too late when Eason came to his senses.

Joel couldn’t take on so many trained mercenaries alone. He was pinned to the ground and injected with something before being forcibly taken away.

"Joel!" Eason struggled to stand up, but his leg must have been broken. He stumbled onto the ground.

He realized how foolish he was then.

Eason had believed in Sarah and started to doubt Joel and the Rebels. That was why he changed the original plan and participated in the mission.

Joel would surely come if he knew that Eason was in danger. He would come alone without implicating the Rebels, as Eason was with the police. And because he came alone, Genome Society would have no difficulties taking him away.

Joel was Simeon, who had reincarnated. He was just as important as Sophia to them.

Besides, Genome Society knew that the leader of the Rebels was Carol. With him in their hands, they could exchange hostages with Carol. They wanted Dexter.

Zion barged in with backup, but Joel had already been taken away.

Eason slapped himself. He leaned against the wall without a care for his injured leg.

Zion hurried forward. "Hang in there, Eason. I’ll bring you to the hospital." "You were right," Eason said hoarsely. "I should’ve trusted him."

He should’ve unconditionally trusted his loved one, just like how Zion trusted Violette.

It was just like what Zion had said he was no longer when the fear of losing someone surpassed his other deepest fears.