Chapter 1408
Manipting people was an art that Yates had mastered, his words carrying the weight of impending
doom. “Already?” the voice cracked with apprehension, the fear palpable.
With a nod, Yates affirmed, “If I were in their shoes, free from surveince, tracking, and the threat of
an explosion, I’d be racing back to settle scores.”
Moreover, Bernard was worried sick about Eleanor. There was no way he’d sit back, weak and passive,
dying action. Right now, they needed to prevent the enemy hacker from altering the explosive
program.
With that thought, Yates nudged aside a programmer and took his ce. His fingers danced over the
keyboard, bypassing theplex encryption with ease and rapidly reducing the countdown to
detonation.
Cedric, monitoring from anotherputer, saw his painstakingly extended timer shed. He cursed
under his breath and resumed his frantic typing, his fingers nearly cramping from the effort.
In no time at all, the timer was extended again. Yates couldn’t help but let a grin of admiration slip,
“This kid’s got skills, way beyond anyone else here.”
For the maniptors, the strength of the hacker was the least of their concerns; their escape was
paramount. “Boss, if Bernardes knocking tomorrow, do we really think a few sticks of dynamite will
do the trick?”
They had eyes on the Siren Organization’s chopper, ready to trigger the explosives from a safe
distance. But the creeping doubt remained: would it be enough to take down Siren’s crew?
While others fretted, Yates’posure never wavered. “Quintus, signal Sheldon. Have him and his
boys wait outside. Once the bombs go off, they’ll mop up the Siren Organization.”
Mr. Quintus, usually chummy with Sheldon, felt his heart drop at the order. “Boss, if we bail and leave
Sheldon to fight Siren, aren’t we sacrificing Mr. Quartus?”
Yates shot Mr. Quintus an icy nce. “Remember, without Quartus’ betrayal, Bernard would’ve never
breached the Upper Zone. Sacrificing a turncoat is only fitting.”
The maniptors concurred, their voices a chorus of agreement. “Exactly. Quartus sided with Bernard.
Letting him face Bernard is letting him off easy.”
As unity held the Siren Organization together, those in Area Opaca were disintegrating, each to their
own. Mr. Quintus couldn’t help but feel a chill, “Easy for you to say when it’s not your neck on the line.”
Yates stood, pped Quintus on the shoulder, his voice soothing. “Focus on the mission, Mr. Quintus.
We’re here to take down the ones who hurt your family, not squabble over sacrifices.”
Hearing this, Mr. Quintus nodded with resignation. “Don’t worry, boss. I won’t spill to Sheldon. Just,
maybe send him some extra backup.”
Even with close ties, Mr. Quintus prioritized the mission over friendship. In the end, vengeance trumped
all.
Yates promised reinforcements, then addressed the room with confidence. “Explosives, defense, my
granddaughter-they’re all just to reel Bernard in. Any more second thoughts?”
The maniptors, assured of an additional safety, shook their heads. They could leave early, but
they chose to stay, yearning to witness the downfall of the Siren Organization, to quell their thirst for
revenge.
When Sheldon got the call from Mr. Quintus, he knew what Yates had in mind. A shiver ran down his
spine, but he quickly decided to side with Bernard.
“Mr. Quintus, Eleanor’s trapped in Area Opaca. Can you get her out?”
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“Sorry, but Eleanor’s our trump card. No way I’m letting her go.”
Refusing to plead further after a t-out denial, Sheldon forced a grim smile.
“Don’t you think using a woman as a shield is a bit… ungentlemanly?”
“It’s ungentlemanly, sure. But in a life-or-death situation, Mr. Quartus, who gives a damn about being a
gentleman?”
Mr. Quintus urged Sheldon not to act rashly and to consider the interests of Area Opaca above all, then
hung up the phone, cutting off the signal once again.