Chapter 682:
Allison’s breaths grew shallow as she struggled to stay silent, her focus entirely locked on Verruckt’s back. She was desperately plotting the quickest way to escape when, to her surprise, Verruckt casually peeled off his black shirt. In the dim, flickering light, the shape of his muscular back came into sharp relief.
Verruckt was a vision of raw power — broad shoulders, a lean waist, and a body chiseled with muscle that seemed to ripple with every subtle movement. Unlike Kellan, who carried an air of detached reserve, Verruckt exuded an aura of lethal unpredictability, like a predator ready to pounce at any second. He was truly someone who danced on the razor’s edge between life and death, every inch of him radiating danger.
As he changed clothes, his phone buzzed, and he answered the call.
“What’s the status on the investigation into that incident on the deserted island in Ontdale?”
Allison froze, her heart skipping a beat. Ontdale. What could he possibly know about that? But the phone’s volume was too low for her to catch the full conversation. All she could see was Verruckt’s lips curving into a cold, almost mocking smile.noveldrama
“Yeah, you’re right, all those test subjects died back then.”
He paused, his voice turning darker.
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“All those test subjects perished back then. I was the sole survivor, turning into the monster they all dread.”
The words sent a shockwave through Allison. A chilling suspicion took root in her mind.
Then, her attention was drawn to the scar beneath his right rib. The long, jagged scar stretched across his back, adding a fierce, almost feral touch to his otherwise imposing physique. Its distinct shape and position were all too familiar to Allison. She could recognize it anywhere.
It was her mark, the scar she had inflicted on subject 005 during a brutal battle years ago. That scar had been seared into her memory.
Back then, she had been tasked with fighting subject 005, proving herself as the superior force. She had left him with that deep, gaping wound, fully convinced that he wouldn’t survive.
But here he was, not only alive but having risen to power, transforming into the very mastermind controlling the laboratory’s darkest experiments.
“Allison, are you alright?” Gordon’s voice crackled softly through her earpiece.
From his surveillance feed, he could see Verruckt entering the dimly lit conference room, and a surge of worry pulsed through him—Allison was too close. If she made the smallest sound, her cover could be blown.
But Allison didn’t respond—she couldn’t.
She was transfixed, her gaze locked on Verruckt’s back, emotions churning in ways she hadn’t anticipated.
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