Chapter 1418


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    d for a momeilt, some choosing to stay, others opting to leave.


    to stay most of them held a deep–seated grudge against the Siren Organization.


    left were just in it for the money so naturally, they wouldn’t get involved.


    Sail the folks in the control room had cleared out, leaving the rest on standby.


    what’s our y now?”


    Yates nced at the operators who stayed and knew his strategy of retreat to lure them in had paid off.


    He finished hisst cigarette, lifted his eyes, now brimming with murderous intent, and surveyed the


    room.


    Head back to your zones. Wherever the Siren Organization pops up, that’s where you activate the kill


    switch!”


    Roger that?


    The operators scattered from the room, each to their stations.


    Meanwhile, Yates rose and made his way to the biozone, flipping open the console to tamper with the


    chip detonation system.


    Surrounded by electronic gear, Cedric saw someone speeding up the countdown and quickly raised his


    hand, fingers flying over


    the controls.


    The two were locked in a fierce virtual battle, while outside, Bernard, having entered District A with his


    Siren Organization crew, made a beeline for the upper levels.


    The operator ready to trigger the kill switch saw the man on the monitors, cracking the vault door open,


    then suddenly retreating with his team. He was puzzled.


    “What’s he ying at?”


    “Did he figure out we’ve got a kill switch and got cold feet?”


    The operators in charge of District A were befuddled, exchanging nces.


    “Doesn’t matter if he’s scared or not, we take them down!”


    The moment Mr. Sextus from Group 1 spoke, the operators at the consoles immediately adjusted their


    targeting range.


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    But s–Bernard with the air of death about him gave them no time to adjust, simply lifting his long


    finger and pressing forward. “Group 1, the front corridor, upper left, ten o’clock, fire!”


    At Bernard’smand, several Siren members with grenades in hand stepped forward, aimed at ten


    o’clock, pulled the pins, and hurled with all their might.


    Boom-”


    The explosion shook the earth, obliterating the hidden kill switch behind the white walls. Bernard’s cool


    voice rang out again. “Group 2, the front corridor, upper right, three o’clock, fire!”


    As Group 1 retreated, Group 2 moved up swiftly. The two teams practically brushed past each other


    mid–stride, yet their coordination was seamless.


    After Group 2 threw their bombs, Group 3 took their ce. After several rounds of bombardment, the


    winding corridors of the upper levels copsed, even affecting the surveince.


    The monitors for the District A corridor went dark, the operators seeing nothing, stunned into silence,


    while Mr. Sextus quickly recalibrated their battle n.


    “Blind fire! Do it now!”


    At Mr. Sextus‘ urgentmand, the operators mmed the kill switch.


    “Get that st sequence going!”


    They were shooting blind, lobbing explosives in chaos, while on Bernard’s end, the bombs kept flying.


    If a copsed wall blocked their way, they’d st through it, all the way to the control room if necessary.


    When Bernard and his Siren team broke through, the District A operators had already fled into the


    escape tunnels.


    ming shut, Bernard’s gun sted through the control panel of the escape route


    deafening gunshots destroyed the console, and the escape door ground to a


    escape turnel was open. With or without a door the operators and their henchmen had a way out


    Everyone in District A, without a second thought, took off down the escape route–running for their lives.