Chapter 167 - The Base

A few minutes later, Emily opened the door and walked in. The room was dark and the furnace was lit. The room was dry and scorching. She sweated the moment she entered.

He arrived at the bedside. Vincent was covered with a quilt and was breathing heavily. Occasionally, he would smash his fist against the wall and create a deafening sound.

Emily turned on the light and saw Vincent sweating massively under the quilt due to the heat and pain. She took a few steps forward and heard Vincent panting heavily. "Get out!"

Emily shook her head, "I won't."

The man's eyes were bloodshot. He stared at her, gritted his teeth and shouted at the door, "Rex."

No one answered.

Emily stepped forward to wipe the sweat off his forehead and pressed her hand on his arm which had bulging veins on it. Then, she bent down and kissed his lips. She drank wine, and there was a smell of alcohol in her mouth.

Vincent suddenly grabbed her back, but he didn't push her. Instead, he took her into his arms and bit her lips crazily.

"Mr. Vincent has taken sleeping pills, but when the pain is unbearable, sleeping pills will be useless." Rex's voice sounded in Emily's mind. "As long as he is calmed down, he may fall asleep, although it is unlikely."

Emily stretched out her hand to stroke Vincent's hair and comforted him. She did not notice that her lips were bleeding from his bite...

Rex and the guards waited for more than ten minutes at the door. They were a little worried and wanted to go in. Christy came out with a mask, followed by the little robot.

"Where's Emily?" Christy was in a hurry. She stopped and asked Rex, "Tell her that I will be out for some time."

Without waiting for Rex's response, she had reached the stairs and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Rex was speechless.

She was really fast.

Christy took a taxi to her secret base-an Internet cafe in an alley. When she got off the taxi, she discovered that the little robot was following her. It was stuck to her bag. She sighed and then put the little thing into the bag and patted it. She warned it, "Don't run around."

The place where she got off was a distance away from her destination. When she arrived, she was soaked by rain, and her hair was stuck against her forehead. She run her hand through her hair and regretted not wearing a hoodie.

After entering the Internet cafe, the cashier did not raise his head and asked, "ID card?"

Christy tapped on the table. The cashier looked up and saw her. He smiled, "Christy! Would you like bubble tea or orange juice? I'll get it for you."

Christy walked to the private room on the second floor. "A glass of water is fine."

The first floor was shrouded in smoke. Even if there was a no-smoking sign, there were still people violating the rules. But this place was remote and there would be no business if smokers were chased away. Everyone just endured it.

There was a black iron door on the second floor. There was a lock on the door. Anyone who was accidentally here would turn around and leave when he saw the lock. However, Christy walked forward and opened the door.

Apart from sofa, there were about forty to fifty chairs on the second floor. At this moment, they were all taken and everyone present lowered their heads and did not make a sound. The atmosphere was weird. Noah was standing by the window, smoking.

Christy walked over and greeted some people she knew, but none of them looked good and they did not respond.

Christy walked to the window and patted Noah on the shoulder. "What's going on?"

"Do you remember them?" Noah extinguished the cigarette, closed the window and turned around. One of his hands was wetted by the rain. He took a piece of handkerchief from the table and wiped it. He pouted and signaled Christy to look at the sofa.

"Yeah." Christy looked at the people on the sofa. There were four middle-aged men and a middle-aged woman. They were the family members of the children saved.

"The children are dead." Noah threw the handkerchief into the bust bin and said indifferently, "The night before yesterday, they all died."

"What?" Christy thought she was hallucinating. She opened her eyes wide in surprise and looked at the people sitting on the sofa. She said in a daze, "How...?"

Noah faced the window. He had black circles, so it was obvious that he did not rest well these past days. Also, he had stubble around his lips. His clothes seemed to be the same one he wore the day before yesterday. He didn't change it. He had always lived a meticulous life. However, his sloppy appearance did not attract Christy's attention.

"Then they..." Her mind was still in a mess, and she couldn't accept what she heard just now.

"Don't you understand?" Noah stared at her with a cruel smile. "All of them."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, someone in the hall stood up.

"Mr. Noah, I regret joining you!" A man pounded his chest and said, "If we hadn't joined you, our child would be alive."

Someone immediately echoed.

"That's right."

"Now that the children are dead, who will give us an explanation?"

"The police took no actions. The murderer is in prison, so who killed my child?" A middle-aged woman said with a sharp voice.

Christy walked over and tried to placate her, "Don't be anxious."

"Don't be anxious? My child is dead! She's dead!" The middle-aged woman shouted with a shrill voice, "You saved her, but she's still dead!"

One after another, people stood up. They all had worried and frightened faces. "I don't want to look for my child anymore. I want her to live well, not..."

"It's so painful. Have you ever felt the feeling of regaining what you lost but then seeing your child die in front of you?" Someone cried.

The middle-aged woman cried bitterly, "My child disappeared for a year. I found her and stayed with her for less than a week before she died in her room. She was writing a diary at that time and she said that she missed us very much..."

All of a sudden, the hall was filled with crying. A middle-aged man walked up to Christy and asked, "I came here just to quit. Can you cross my name off?"

Christy's eyes turned red, but she didn't say anything. Noah walked up to the front and expressionlessly said, "Yeah."

Christy looked at him and burst into tears.

For five years, they had worked hard for these people, and all their efforts were in vain because they wanted to quit.

"I'll leave it to you." Noah handed her a handkerchief and patted her on the shoulder. "Why you crying? We have a long way to go."

Christy took the handkerchief and wiped away her tears, "Alright."

Noah walked in the rain all the way. He didn't know where to go. He couldn't go to the villa. He took money from someone and gave it to Emily as a favor. At this moment, he was on guard against the owner and didn't dare to go near the villa.

His suit was soaked by the rain. He remembered that he hadn't eaten for two days, so he decided to find a place to eat. However, when he looked up and saw the food in the advertisements, the delicate cuisines turned into bloody corpses.

He hugged his head, then raised it and shouted in the rain.

What did they get?

Over the past five years, he risked his life to save those children, but the result was that they all died overnight.

Were they wrong?

Noah lay on the ground and grinned. He couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears. His eyes were as red as blood as if someone had stabbed him.

Screeches sounded one after another, mixed with the sound of curses. Such sounds added a touch of restlessness to the bad weather.

"Holy shit! How can there be a madman lying on the damn ground?!"

"Are you blind?! Get out of the way!"

"Screw you!"

It was probably the last curse that aroused Noah's unpleasant memories. He got up from the ground, opened the door of the car that was parked behind him, and dragged the driver out. One after another, he punched the driver on the face until he was badly mutilated...

The surrounding people replaced their curse with fear.

"Oh my God! Someone's killing!"