Chapter 1555


    Ian was rolling with the real deal, a crew of ace yers who breezed through the talent screening like it


    was child''s y.


    Before long, fourteen of the bunch had made the cut and were herded into a spacious van, told they


    were headed off for some intensive training.


    Gazing out the window, Ian overheard the chatter inside.


    "Man, I can''t believe I made it. Gonna rake in some serious dough this time."


    "If I bag three hundred bucks, I''m set for life. Mom and Dad would feel proud."


    "Dude, imagine rolling up in your own ride. We''re talking about Wall Street, the glitziest joint on the


    Ian leaned back, his eyes growing dark. Not the glitziest, more like the most terrifying hellhole


    imaginable.


    The van kept pushing on, and besides Ian and hispanions, no one had a clue where this so-called


    intensive training was taking ce.


    After a solid four-hour drive, they came to a halt deep in the mountain ranges.


    The driver hopped out for a quick pow-wow, and then barked at everyone with dialect to disembark and


    line up.


    Ian could catch the drift of the local lingo but the specifics of the driver''s dialect eluded him. The


    message was clear though: someone wasing to lead them, and they''d better put on a good show.


    Fourteen were chosen this time, and fourteen arrived to take charge - one guide per recruit. The others


    were buzzing with excitement, mistaking their guides for mentors ready to prep them for the big


    leagues on Wall Street, to earn more cash.


    Ian kept quiet, trailing along with the group. His people weren''t by his side; they were scattered.


    They trudged to a secluded cliffside where staff began roll call, and those named stepped forward.


    After a headcount confirmed everyone''s presence, they were waved through.


    Ian caught on instantly; this was no research hub''s epicenter but a remote appendage, undoubtedly


    linked to the mainplex.


    Without a word, he followed down the entrance into a lobby, then through to a private room. Some said


    a mandatory health check was a must, which included an injection of some kind.


    Ian followed a figure in a hazmat suit into a room until they brandished a syringe. If that needle


    punctured his skin, he''d never leave this ce alive.


    As the needle came at him, Ian grabbed the wrist, flipped the syringe, and plunged it into the man''s


    flesh. The man panicked instantly, mouth opening to scream, but consciousness suddenly fled him.


    Ian swapped clothes with the unconscious man, then stepped out to find more hazmat-d workers


    dragging away the fainted. A worker approached, saw the downed man in Ian''s room, and quickly


    hauled him off.


    Ian''s gaze met another worker emerging from the next room, and in that single nce, he knew this


    was one of his own. Without a word exchanged, they both slipped into the throng of workers silently.


    These low-tier workers were plentiful and restricted to this zone, barred from wandering elsewhere.


    In just an hour, Ian deduced the strictpartmentalization of the research base, something akin to an


    upgraded version of Forbidden Ind.


    Forbidden Ind might let you buy your way from Outer to Inner, but here, money was worthless.


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    Worse than worthless, it could spell your doom.


    Philip stood outside the ss facade, contemting the living weapon they''d bred. The weapon was


    just eighteen or so, wildly ferocious, subdued daily with a custom tranquilizer. Read at


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    "Philip, interested?"