Chapter 1564 Not Even a Hundred Lives Would Be Enough
In another room, Raymond slipped into the ventilation duct once more.
After exploring thoroughly, he confirmed what he had suspected—there were only three connecting points no matter how he searched.
With Calla watching him all day, he hadn't been able to enter the ventilation system until now.
He navigated through each section, finally discovering Clifton's location beneath him. It seemed Clifton had also infiltrated the ranks of the lower-level staff—the easiest identity to fake since they all wore thick protective suits. At the moment, Clifton had removed his protective gear.
Raymond tapped gently on the metal above. There was no exit point here, only a few slits serving as air vents, but enough for Clifton to hear him. Clifton looked up toward the sound.
"Where's Lawrence?" Raymond asked.
Had Clifton not possessed nerves of steel, he might have thought he was hearing a ghost.
During his time posing as a staff member, he'd scouted the surroundings but found no opportunity to slip away to other areas. Revealing his true identity would be dangerous—this place had countless ways of dealing with intruders.
Yet somehow Raymond had appeared above him.
"No idea. They transported us to different locations," Clifton replied, then asked with bewilderment, "How the hell did you get up there?"
Raymond memorized the location of Clifton's room and warned him, "Keep your cover."
Clifton raised an eyebrow. Of course he knew better than to blow his cover—he'd be dead a hundred times over if he did.
"I'll pass information to you when I have it," Raymond continued. "You can't access these ducts, but I'll coordinate everyone."
Clifton flashed an OK sign. He'd been anxious before, but seeing Raymond brought him a sense of relief. Both Lawrence and Raymond had that effect on people—they inspired confidence.
Tonight proved productive for Raymond. He gradually located several more of his team members, though some had unfortunately failed to maintain their disguises and had become test subjects, already sacrificed.
Before infiltrating this facility, they had all prepared for the worst. Since everyone used purchased identities that could pass security screenings, even their deaths wouldn't raise suspicion unless they confessed to being infiltrators—which these professionally trained operatives would never do.
Raymond searched nearly every location but couldn't find Lawrence. He did, however, locate Victor's suite, which housed both Zaid and Atlas.
It was now 2 AM, but Zaid remained awake, standing before a glass cabinet, staring absently at the leaves inside.
After Isolde's warning earlier in the day, he had indeed backed off, which was why Atlas was now keeping Isolde company.
Zaid had always been proud. Back in Silver Bay City, he had manipulated everyone with ease, experiencing an indescribable thrill from treating these privileged elites like mere pawns on his chessboard.
Yet now, standing before this glass cabinet, he felt an unprecedented humiliation.
It felt as though everything they had now had been purchased with Atlas's body—Atlas, his twin brother and only living relative in the world.
His mind flashed through moments when Isolde had supposedly "helped" them, but upon reflection, she had merely used them to accomplish her own agenda.
Like infiltrating the Barnes family—actually Isolde's revenge plot against those who had wronged her years ago. She had switched the real Barnes heir with Victor.
Or how she despised Octavia, who eventually disappeared under Zaid's indifference.
Isolde was using the brothers to achieve her own ends. Even now, while ostensibly offering him the chairman position, she stood to benefit once he took it, gaining another trusted ally in the organization.
Raymond, watching from the wall above, was about to leave when Zaid suddenly raised his fist and smashed it against the glass cabinet.
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