Chapter 1539 The Best Proof of Bloodline
She gazed toward Vistalia, though the city lay thousands of miles away.
An explosion had ripped through Manuel's neighborhood. When the surrounding instruments detected it, he and K were already airborne in a helicopter, heading toward headquarters.
Richard and Walter sat in a car two thousand feet away, watching red dots scatter across their computer screen. These were IP addresses intercepted from the area—likely BK operatives.
The BK organization had appeared in Vistalia before. Unlike the research facility, it wasn't completely shrouded in mystery; a select few had even heard of it.
Through Clifton and Walter's intelligence network, pinpointing K's location wasn't difficult. After all, K had exposed himself by appearing outside Mystic Prison. They simply needed to track him from there.
But K was too cunning to return to BK headquarters. Instead, he came to this city—the retirement home of Efrain and Donny, where Manuel also resided. BK had scattered forces here, primarily to protect Efrain and Donny.
Walter's men had bombed the area, destroying Manuel's residence along with Efrain and Donny's homes. Donny had already been evacuated by Manuel. Now they were flying to BK headquarters while sending forces to ambush Walter's team.
K sat in the helicopter, a smile playing at his lips. "Seems they found us. I thought with Raymond in Vesperia, this city would be safe."
Manuel remained silent, his face bearing its usual gentle smile that never reached his eyes.
They both knew Raymond had gone to Vesperia—deliberately leaked information from the research facility designed to attract interested parties.
The recent epidemic was the research facility's handiwork. Every few years, Arcturus suffered devastating outbreaks that decimated half its population.
The international community believed these outbreaks were caused by poor sanitation and inadequate healthcare infrastructure in Arcturus's more remote regions—places where viruses could easily thrive.
But Manuel knew better. These were the research facility's experiments, using people as pawns and collecting data during each outbreak.
Manuel leaned back, his tone gentle. "It's unfortunate. Now that he's gone there, he won't be coming back."
He turned to K, wondering who from the research facility backed him. Someone must have supported K for him to consolidate power within BK at such a young age. But the facility's rules prohibited inquiring about identities.
He looked away, gazing quietly into the distance.
"Where is Octavia?" K asked. "Still at Mystic Prison?"
After that night's explosion with so few survivors, if she had been there, she likely perished.
K had unresolved issues with Octavia. Only by finding her could he move forward. He couldn't understand why Manuel and Octavia had become enemies when they once shared a close relationship.
Was it love turned to hatred? But how could someone as ruthless as Manuel feel love for anyone?
"Octavia?" Manuel's eyes softened with feigned tenderness. "She's alive, of course. I couldn't bear to let her die."
K fell silent, his gaze turning cold.
He contacted BK operatives, who quickly arrived to ensure their safety. Upon returning to headquarters, Manuel's first action was to enter his surveillance room.
Every place he lived had one, and his first step when retreating was always to destroy it, leaving no trace for others.
Zaid received a message from the research facility—his mentor wanted both him and Atlas to visit.
"Should we go, Zaid?" Atlas was like his shadow, always by his side.
Zaid stared toward Vistalia. The distance was too great; nothing was visible except the blue sky.
"Are you still thinking about Octavia?" Atlas understood Zaid's fixation.
They had both been deliberately cultivated from childhood, with Zaid intentionally placed in Octavia's path. Octavia had taken Zaid to her organization until he was five, when Atlas finally made contact with him.
No words were needed—their faces were proof enough of their blood connection.
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