novelzi Chapter 182- Foreign operations
Chapter 182- Foreign operations
Inside Sector 17, the once-bustling streets of City A fell silent as televisions flickered on in homes, cafés, and storefronts. A wave of breaking news headlines flooded every screen, capturing the attention of the masses.
Channel 7 News:
"Shocking revelations! Lin Diego, a prominent local figure, has been apprehended for murder after leaked footage surfaces! Authorities respond swiftly—more details ahead!"
Sector Spotlight Network:
"Cold-blooded crime in Sector 17! Lin Diego's shocking act caught on video—local police confirm detention. Could this be the scandal of the year?"
Pulse News 24:
"Disturbing video evidence leaked: Lin Diego seen in a fatal confrontation. Experts weigh in on potential motives as Sector 17 reels from the news."
Across the flickering screens, clips of the leaked video played on repeat—grainy footage showing a shadowy figure unmistakably identified as Lin Diego. His face, though obscured by a costume, was matched to the crime by authorities using advanced facial recognition technology provided by Croceaus.
The footage showed him striking the final, fatal blow in what appeared to be a cold and calculated act as he mercilessly penetrated the eyes and killed the boy in a gruesome way.
"NO!" Amrita's world shattered the moment the footage flashed across her screen. Her heart clenched, and her breath faltered. It was as if the world had come to an abrupt stop.
The young woman's legs buckled beneath her as she sank to the floor, her body trembling in shock.
A scream, barely a whisper, escaped her lips as the image of her brother's lifeless body filled her vision.
"No... no... no!" Amrita gasped, the words coming out in desperate, jagged breaths. Her hands gripped her head, her fingers digging into her scalp as if she could erase the pain.
Her eyes blurred with tears, but she could not tear her gaze from the haunting image, the face of the man who had done this.
Lin Diego.
The door slammed shut behind her, and the weight of grief crashed down, folding her in two. She collapsed onto the bed, the motion awkward and sluggish, as if her body had forgotten how to move properly.
Her chest heaved with sobs, but the sound felt hollow and muffled, as if her cries had no place in the world anymore.
Her brother, gone.
Taken from her by the hands of someone she had once trusted.
Knock knock.
A knock at the door jolted her back to the present. Her head snapped up, her eyes red and frantic. She froze, her breath caught in her throat.
Who...?
Another knock.
Stumbling to her feet, she wiped at her face, her fingers trembling as she wiped away the remnants of her grief.
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The camp loomed on the horizon, a cluster of vibrant tents bustling with activity. A line of villagers stretched as far as Bakari could see, their faces weary but filled with a faint hope. Vans marked with a symbol he didn't recognize—two interlocking crescents encircled by stars—stood parked at the edge of the clearing.
Bakari hesitated, the voice in his head telling him this was a waste of time. But desperation drowned out reason, and he pushed forward, weaving through the crowd until he reached a man in a white coat. The doctor turned to him, his expression calm yet attentive.
"What's wrong?" the doctor asked, his voice steady but warm.
Bakari held out the bottle. "I bought this for my mother. She's sick—fever, coughing blood. The local doctor said this would help. Can I get more of it here?"
The doctor's brows furrowed as he took the bottle, examining it closely. His frown deepened, and when he spoke, his voice carried a sharp edge.
"Who told you to give her this?" the doctor demanded. "This isn't medicine for her condition—it's poison. Giving her this would only make her worse."
Bakari's breath hitched. "Poison? But... the doctor said..."
The doctor raised a hand, cutting him off. "Let us help her. We'll need to examine her right away. Come with me."
For a moment, Bakari's instincts screamed at him to refuse. Trusting strangers in a world that had only ever taken from him felt impossible. But the thought of his mother lying helpless back home pushed him to follow.
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The van smelled of antiseptic, a stark contrast to the earthy air outside. Inside, the doctor worked quickly, asking for directions to Bakari's home. Minutes felt like hours as the vehicle rumbled across uneven terrain.
When they arrived, the doctor moved with precision. He examined Bakari's mother, taking her pulse, checking her breathing, and running tests with strange, advanced tools. Bakari hovered nearby, his heart pounding as he watched.
After what felt like an eternity, the doctor turned to him, a faint smile softening his features. "She'll be fine. She needs rest and proper care, but the fever will break soon. The medicine we've given her will work far better than what you bought."
Bakari stared at him, the relief washing over him so powerfully it left him weak. "Thank you," he whispered. "I don't know how to repay you."
The doctor chuckled lightly. "You don't have to. We're from the Croceaus Corporation of the Arinphiam Empire, working under the orders of Marquess Croceaus. We're here to help those in need. If you want to repay us, why not join us? Help us reach more patients. We'll pay you a fair salary."
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Bakari glanced at his mother, her chest rising and falling steadily, her face finally peaceful. He clenched his fists, the weight of the moment settling in.
"I'll do it," he said firmly. "I'll help."
The doctor nodded, his smile growing. "Good. Together, we can make a difference."
And as the sun set over Tumbali, Bakari felt, for the first time, that his life held a purpose far greater than survival.
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Near a camp belonging to the medical team, the doctor entered and saw a person with glasses standing there. As the doctor looked towards the CEO of the pharmaceuticals department—Mr. Freddie, who was from the processing territory—he was taken aback, prompting him to bow at a 90-degree angle. "S-sir, work is going well."
"I can see that. Now give me the report on those carrying AB plus blood group. I need to send the reports back to the territory."