Chapter 734
Nicole’s car ran over those burnt corpses, making some scalp-numbing crackling noise.
After a series of confrontations, Michel Castle opened its gate. The gate dropped on the moat, forming a
bridge. Several cars drove out from the castle, and quite a number of men wearing chemical protection
suits came down to clean the battlefield.
There had been outsidersing to the castle recently. They were either desperate small forces or
civilians infected by the Virs-18, asking for help with theirst breath.
The people from the castle never showed mercy to those seeking help. They just left them to die. Layers
andyers of rotten corpses were piling right outside of the castle, letting out a pungent smell. The bones
of those who died from Virs-18 would be corroded by germs, and even stray dogs wouldn’t go near them.
The people from the castle woulde out from time to time to clear up the corpses. They would burn
those dead and living but infected people to death.
War required ammunition supply, and they were the supplier; a gue meant a need for a cure, and they
were selling it.
They had no mercy norpassion—they would sell the cure as long as people could afford it.
Unfortunately, the leaders in Africa were too reserved and refused to pay the Michel Group the price they
offered.
They were waiting for the international organizations to pressure them into providing the cure for free.
Monsters would never speak of mercy, and they had no idea what kindness was.
All they cared about was the benefit they would get.
Nicole’s car stopped nearby. She realized that there were many infected people who came with the same
intention. They quickly went over to the people from the castle and sought help as the battlefire ceased.
Among the dozen of ulcerating infected people, Nicole was the only healthy one. Her sullen face, which
was covered in blood and dirt, was full of determination. She piggybacked Sophia as she walked in
between the group of zombie-like infected people. She felt as if she was walking to hell with a group of
walking dead, and she was extremely afraid.
The air was filled with the nauseating stench of decay.
As expected, the infected people were blocked outside. The group of men in chemical protection suits
formed a human wall to stop them and was pushing them violently. Some copsed and never got up,
while some were stepped to death by the others.
Nicole put Sophia on a rather t ground as she whispered to her, “Wait for me.”
Sophia opened her eyes slightly. Her eyes were filled with blood, and her vision was blurred. There was
a small scratch on her face, but such small scratch started ulcerting at lightning speed.
She leaned against a stone and saw a little girl next to her. The girl didn’t cry although she was infected
just like Sophia, and they shared the same helplessness and despair.
Sophia looked at her, and her tears started falling.
There were male, female, elderly, and kids among the infected. They all dressed differently and all had
different identities.
“I am a diplomatist and can speak fivenguages. Please save me! I will work for you for my entire life! I
have been infected for two days! Please!”
“I’m a businessman. I’m rich, and you can have as much money as you want!”
“I am an Academic Award Best Actress winner. Please save my friend!”
…
However, no matter what kind of power, authority, or fame they had, they were just lumps of rotting meat
in the eyes of the staff of the Michel Group. They would be cleared and turned into ashes within a day.
The people were crying and shouting in despair, but they couldn’t do anything!
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Nicole was squeezed among the group of infected people. She thought they would at least take a look at
her since she was an Academic Award winner, but they didn’t—no one cared.
At the same time, a car drove out from the castle. After it stopped, a man in a chemical protection suit
came out of the car with a group of people protecting him. He was wearing a gas mask, only exposing
his pair of eyes and blonde hair.
The wind blew, and the dust was flying around. The man stepped on the deadlynd and stepped on the
burnt corpses calmly. His ocean blue eyes showed no humanity. The desperate yell of the people didn’t
move his heart a bit. He was cold-blooded, as if there was ayer of ice covering him, isting him from
the worldpletely.
He seemed to be here to check on the battlefield. He squatted down and observed the bombednd. He
seemed to be observing the aftermath of the ammunition.
Everyone could tell that the man had status, and he must have the authority to speak, so they all shouted
for help, but the man ignored them.
Nicole was shouting at the top of her lungs, but it was useless nevertheless.
The man got up and walked toward the car after collecting the data. The people’s screams were
intensifying.
Nicole was anxious as she watched the man leaving. She stared at the man and kept shouting for help
loudly.
The man took a nce in their direction before he stepped into the car. His blue eyes were cold as he
scanned around mercilessly. He seemed to be used to seeing death, and there was no longer warmth or
mercy in his eyes.
Nicole froze when she saw that pair of cold, heartless, blue eyes.
It was so familiar, as if she’d seen it in her dream—a dream she had several years ago, on the night she
was in a film studio. He was the man she followed into darkness and to the masonry bridge.
It’s him!
It’s actually him!
Although it was just a short nce, Nicole still recognized him!
The man was already in the car. The door closed, and the noise of the engine starting overwhelmed the
desperate calls of the infected people. Nicole was shouting something in the crowd too.
Suddenly, the man who was resting in the car opened his eyes. His blue eyes that were cold and
heartless seemed to have moved.
He heard two words.
“Cooper Mitchell!”
In the crowd, among the millions of pleads in English, he heard a Cethosian voice yelling desperately.
“Cooper! Cooper!”
The man was stunned when he heard that name.
It had been twenty years, and he almost forgot that name he used to bear.
Cooper Mitchell…
Nicole saw the closed door open once again. The man walked out of the car and pointed toward her
indifferently. She soon understood that he had heard her voice, and so she immediately burst into joyful
tears.
There’s hope! There’s hope!
Someone brought Nicole to the man. Nicole rushed forward and finally confirmed that it was him!
The man named ‘Cooper Mitchell’!
“Cooper!”
Nicole called out that name.
The man named ‘Cooper’ was still emotionless, and his ocean blue eyes were still cold. “How do you
know my name?” he asked in Cethosiannguage.
“I have a friend who said you are her rtive. She is infected and is dying. Look, I have t-this…” Nicole
quickly exined.
She took out Sophia’s amulet hastily and showed it to Cooper. It has his name, so he must recognize it.
The man reached out his hands covered in the chemical protection suit and took the amulet.
It was a small amulet of the God of Mercy carved in obsidian. It still looked so familiar even after twenty
years, and he actually felt like it was just yesterday that he took it off.
He wouldn’t be mistaken. It was the amulet he had worn for twenty-nine years.
The name ‘Cooper Mitchell’, which he had used for twenty-nine years, was carved at the back of the
amulet.
Cooper didn’t expect to see someone with his amulet appearing before him at such a moment.
Is it someone from the Mitchell family?
Too bad I’d bid farewell to my past.
Just as Nicole thought that Sophia would be saved, Cooper held the amulet and turned around to leave.
“Leave,” he uttered indifferently.