Chapter 624
"Sir, would you mind sharing the story with us in more detail?" Vivienne inquired.
The old man nodded, "Of course. That year left a deep impression on us. Elliot was the beacon of hope
for our entire family. Even our distant rtives had high hopes for him. After all, for a low-ie family
like ours, having a kid in high school was already a big deal.
Elliot''s grades, though, were average at best. He was not exactly a standout student and didn’t have
many friends. He was a bit of a loner.
But ever since the kidnapping, it was as if he had be a different person. He was much more
outgoing. Even got scolded by me for dating a girl from school. Truth be told, I thought the boy who
came back was a lot better off. A young man shouldn''t be so withdrawn."
Vivienne exchanged a nce with Percival.
Most people would be crushed by such traumatic memories and not emerge more cheerful and
sociable.
How could this Elliot have possibly transformed so positively?
The father continued, "Elliot didn’t let us down, though. He got into Elite University, and after
graduating, he went abroad for further studies."
At the mention of going abroad, the silent mother let out a stifled sob, tears streaming down her face.
Vivienne silently passed her a tissue, "Did something happen?"
The man sighed, his expression growing somber. "We were originally against the idea of him going
abroad, but Elliot was determined. He worked his way through, not needing a dime from us.
Reluctantly, his mother and I agreed. But once he left, he never returned."
The woman began to cry louder. "If I had known I''d never see my boy again, I would have never let him
go abroad for his studies!"
"What happened to Elliot overseas?" Percival asked.
The man wiped away tears. "Elliot did well in school and work, consistently earning schrships. But
he rarely contacted us;munication was difficult back then, and we couldn’t go abroad. Thankfully,
he sent photos home, so at least I could see his face from time to time.
After Elliot graduated and got a job at the university, we knew he wouldn’te back. We thought
about moving abroad to be with him since he was settled. But then... there was a shooting at his
school. Many students and teachers died, and Elliot was among them!"
The woman, ovee with grief, buried her face in her hands. "My poor son... I didn’t even get to see
him onest time. How could he have left before us?"
Vivienne could only offer her condolences for the woman''s loss.
Perhaps she did not realize that her son had died the day he was kidnapped.
The child they raised was the enemy in their midst!
Once the woman had calmed down, Percival asked, "Would it be too much to ask to see some photos
of Elliot? Especially the ones he sent from abroad."
"Sure, there aren''t many, especially after the kidnapping, and even fewer from his years abroad, less
than ten in total, but they''re all here," the father said as he handed over the photo album to Percival.
Percival flipped through the album, noticing pictures of Elliot in graduation robes, on casual outings,
and working at a diner.
These photos painted a picture of a simple life, mostly spent on campus.
"What did Elliot study abroad?" Vivienne inquired.
"Medicine. He wouldn’t have gone overseas otherwise," the father replied.
Percival''s hands paused as he turned the pages, aplex look in his eyes.
Noticing the change, Vivienne leaned in and was equally surprised.
There, in the corner of one of Elliot''s photos, was Flynn!
The truth of the matter was bing apparent.
This person named Elliot was indeed the elusive F-Poison, who had used the art of disguise to hide in
Elliot''s home, taking his ce and living on before using his time abroad to continue his sinister deeds.
During his studies, he had met Flynn and passed on his despicable skills.
Percival closed the album and said, "Thank you. We''ve got what we need. Someone will be by shortly
to take you to the airport."
"It''s no trouble at all. We haven''t had anyone to talk to about Elliot for a long time. Thank you for
remembering our son," the father said, bowing to Vivienne and Percival, his eyes glistening with tears.
Percival and Vivienne offered aforting smile before departing.
Copies of the photos were quickly delivered to Percival.
As he looked at Flynn''s face on the printout, Percival''s fingertips tensed slightly.
Thomas, noticing Percival''s expression, asked, "Do you want me to go and ask Flynn?"
"No need. Even if we asked him, he wouldn’t say anything. We''d be better off figuring out how F-Poison
managed to impersonate a high school student!"
Vivienne''s expression darkened. "F-Poison would have been middle-aged by then. It''s hard to believe
he could pass for a high school student, let alone blend in and eventually study abroad."
Vivienne had a hunch that the secrets F-Poison carried were tied to the final virus experiment GTO was
researching.
Her phone rang; it was Karen. "Come to the hospital. Your undercover girl has woken up."
Quincy!
Since being critically injured in the ambush on Noah, Quincy had been in aa at the hospital.
Karen had treated her, managing to save her life.
And now, she had finally awoken.
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Quincy should now be called by her real name, Barnaby.
She hadpletely severed ties with GTO, and the code name Quincy no longer represented her.
Lying on the hospital bed, her usually vibrant face now pallid and drawn, Barnaby had taken on an
almost girl-next-door appearance.
"Deputy Director," Caspian greeted Percival as he walked in, automatically offering a salute out of
habit.
Percival waved a dismissive hand. "From now on, just call me Mr. Ellington, or you can just call me
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"Yes, Percival, Madam, Ex-Captain," Caspian said, turning towards Percival and Vivienne, as well as
Karen, and gave a deep bow. "Thank you for saving my sister."
"There''s no need for formalities, Caspian. Barnaby has been a great help to us," Vivienne said as she
took a seat.
The chip had integrated so seamlessly with Barnaby''s body that it would have gone unnoticed if not for
her present condition.
Vivienne had been pondering over what means GTO used to control their people, never suspecting the
existence of such chips.
But clearly, Barnaby was unaware, as were probably all the members of GTO.
"So, has the chip been removed?" Barnaby inquired.