Chapter 625
Barnaby chuckled, a hint of steely resolve behind his humor. "I choose to have the chip removed even
if it means I have to be conscious during the process.”
No matter the pain, she refused to let someone else dictate the course of her life!
"The chip is currently lodged in your brain, and I''ll be performing the surgery with my mom. We''ll keep
chatting with you throughout, and you''ll even hear and feel us poking around in your noggin, so brace
yourself."
It sounded simple enough, but only those who have been through it knew the agony was beyond any
normal threshold of endurance.
It was akin to the trauma Arabe suffered after Brody and Vivienne had nted and then diffused a
bomb inside her. The psychological scars were likely still unhealed.
Not that she had much time for healing.
Barnaby nodded in agreement. "Alright, let''s get on with it."
Time was of the essence. The chip could travel through her bloodstream to any part of her body.
Noah had met his end when a simr chip had migrated near his heart. Barnaby was luckier; the chip
was near her stomach when Karen intervened, sparing her life.
But now the chip had moved to his brain, and if F-Poison struck again, it would be toote.
Soon, Barnaby was wheeled back into the OR, with Karen and Vivienne scrubbing in together.
Throughout the procedure, Barnaby''s eyes remained open. She could feel the drill and other surgical
instruments stirring inside her skull, each nerve echoing the whine of the drill, her nds vibrating with
every movement.
The sensation was indescribable.
If she had tobel it, ''terrifying'' would be a vast understatement.
"When was this chip put in? Can it track our location?" Barnaby inquired, curious despite the
circumstances.
"No idea, but it was after Belle was captured. Belle, Scott, Rowan, and Ismene don''t have chips, or
they''d be dead by now," Vivienne said, her gaze fixed on the screen disying Barnaby''s brain scan.
Karen, manipting the scalpel, added, "The chip can track and explode inside the body, undetectable
even to thetest scanners. Think back to when you might have lost consciousness and had it
imnted."
Barnaby pondered for a moment, then said, "I can''t recall anything. Maybe we ingested it without
realizing."
"That''s a possibility," Karen agreed, nodding at the theory.
"But how could we swallow a chip without noticing?" Vivienne questioned, skeptical.
"Of course." Karen had just pried open another part of the skull and switched instruments to dig deeper.
"The chip could dissolve upon entry and then slowly assemble its particles inside the body."
Pausing, Karen mused, "That’s a promising lead. We should engineer something simr. Imagine being
able to track your little protégé''s runaway dog anytime."
"Yeah, with the pet market booming, who could resist a device that pinpoints your pet’s location? We
could even link it to the pet''s retina, offering a pet''s-eye view of the world," Vivienne rambled on,
already hearing the cash register in her head.
Barnaby had not expected her casual question to spark such a lucrative brainstorm between mother
and daughter.
True to form, they were quite the pair—money-minded through and through!
"Mom! I see it!" Vivienne suddenly eximed.
Three hourster, Karen and Vivienne sessfully extracted the chip from Barnaby''s brain.
Post-surgery, Barnaby slipped into unconsciousness.
"Madam, is my sister going to be okay?" Caspian asked, concern evident.
Vivienne nodded her head reassuringly. "She''ll be fine. She just needs some sleep, and my mom
ensured she won''t remember any of the surgery to prevent any trauma. Don''t worry."
"Thank you, Madam, thank you, former captain. I''m in your debt," Caspian said, bowing repeatedly.
Barnaby was his only family left. After years apart, it was only thanks to Vivienne and her team that
they could reunite.
Vivienne waved off the thanks. "If you''re truly grateful, go do something worthwhile."
Wiping his tears, Caspian was eager. "Anything you need, just say the word."
Meanwhile, Karen had connected the chip to Vivienne''sptop, fingers flying across the keyboard.
Soon, a satellite map appeared on the screen, dotted with numerous red points marking individual
locations.
Vivienne printed the map and handed it to Caspian. "Take this to yourmander. It''s time to
dismantle GTO''s stronghold!"
The realization sank in for Caspian. Those red dots were the whereabouts of every member of GTO!
"Yes, right away!"
This was not just a task; it was an opportunity to make a difference!
With the map in hand, Thomas, Leopold, Soren, and their squads arrested every marked individual,
using a jamming device developed by Karen and Vivienne to block the chips'' signals.
In other words, even if F-Poison wanted to kill them now, there was no way to do so!
Except for F-Poison, who remained atrge, all GTO members were captured.
It was Vanguard Agency''s first major victory since the "Destruction n," earning Thomas, Leopold,
Soren, and even Anna medals of honor.
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Annaid her medal at Daphne''s grave. After years, she could finally give her mother a proper
memorial.
Everyone rejoiced except for Percival and Vivienne, who could not quite muster a smile.
Barnaby had awoken, and Vivienne, toting a fruit basket befitting a hospital visit, came to see her.
Barnaby picked up an apple but hesitated to bite into it directly, instead meticulously cutting it into bite-
sized pieces with a paring knife.
A side effect of having your skull cracked open is that certain things be moreplicated.
"You''vee all the way here, and now you''re trying to push me into Vanguard Agency?" Barnaby
knew all too well that Vivienne''s visit was a recruitment pitch.
With a click of her fingers, Vivienne dangled the bait. "How about a sry of a million a month? Are you
in?"
Of course, Barnaby was in!
That was a monthly paycheck, and not just any paycheck—a million! Reаd at NovelDrama.Org
That was more than Caspian could make in a lifetime at Vanguard Agency!
Vivienne sure had deep pockets!
"Boss, from now on, I''m your woman in life and your ghost in death. I''ll move mountains for you, and
the only thing I ask is that you never skimp on my payday!"
Vivienne nodded in approval, a satisfied grin on her face. Indeed, a mercenary heart was essential for
her recruits.
"Deal. Pick a code name for yourself, something to keep it smooth in the underworld," Vivienne said,
casually taking a bite from an apple.
After a moment''s thought, Barnaby replied, "Armadillo!"
Vivienne nearly choked on her apple. Apparently,ing up with a cool code name was not Barnaby''s
forte!