Modern World Warlock-Chapter 112: Alice and Camille

Inside an abandoned factory on the outskirts of Novis, the demon Nihilor walked along the decaying, dark hallways.

Detective Alice was hanging by her feet from the monster's tail, unconscious as her head dripped blood on the ground, leaving a trail behind.

Two hooded men came out of a room at the end of the hallway to greet the demon, bowing down with reverence without saying a word.

"How are my carriers?" Nihilor asked.

"They are developing just as planned, my lord," one of the men said, gazing inside the room beside him.

It was an ample space where dozens of women were lying naked on the cold, hard ground, and all of them had one feature in common—a black protuberance that was swelling from their stomachs like a pregnant belly.

Some of the women were wholly unconscious, and the ones who were awake had blank expressions without any glimmer in their eyes.

"Good. I've brought a stronger specimen, so make sure this one's life is siphoned for a few days… We wouldn't want her body to reject me," Nihilor said, his command slightly intimidating.

As the demon dropped Alice on the ground like a sack of potatoes, the hooded men carried her to an adjacent room, where more women were crucified to the wall. However, none of them had the dark and unsettling swelling on their bellies that the women in the other room had.

*Tink, tink, tink!* "Ngh!" Alice grunted as she felt a sharp pain in her hand, weakly opening her eyes to see the hooded man nailing her palm to the wall with a hammer.

The detective was too weak to say anything, gritting her teeth while enduring the pain when one of the men noticed.

"She's awake…" the man muttered.

"Hmm? No matter… She'll go to sleep again soon," the other replied, extending Alice's other arm.

*Tink, tink, tink!* "Ngh!" A second large nail went through the detective's palm, leaving her body hanging from the wall.

Alice couldn't utter a word and had her eyes half-open, scanning the area around her and looking at the women in the room who were sharing her fate.

'What is this…?' The detective thought.

Suddenly, one of the men forcefully opened her mouth and used a syringe to spray a dark red liquid inside, making Alice choke and swallow.

Trying to maintain consciousness, the detective squinted and detailed the faces of the hooded man before her body gave out.

'I hope June is doing okay…' she thought.

'Cami… I'm sorry,' the detective continued.

As Alice slowly lost consciousness, she reminisced about her time with Camille when they were younger.

After 16-year-old Alice was saved from a pack of sexual predators by Camille and her men, they became close friends as the two admired each other.

It wasn't a secret that the two girls were close. They lived together for a few years and would do almost any activity together.

Ever since Alice was a little kid living in the poor district of Dewmore, she wished to become a police detective so that she could catch all the bad guys in her district.

Of course, her objective was on the complete opposite end of where Camille was headed, as her friend was meant to become the next handler for the Winter family.

Alice had seen the Winter family working with the Jade Dragons during the years she lived with Camille, so she was aware of the good deeds that they did for the city.

Nevertheless, Alice wanted to follow her dreams, and even after she spoke to Camille about her ambitions, her friend was supportive and understanding.

"Alice, it doesn't matter to me if you become a cop, a secret agent, or even the goddamn prime minister—know that you can always count on me," a young Camille said to Alice.

After a few years, Alice graduated from the police academy and became one of the youngest rookie detectives in the country.

Captain Slacks, who saw her potential, put her as a partner of a senior detective called Lenny, and her career as a detective officially began.

One year later, Alice and her partner Lenny were cornered by a criminal gang, shooting the senior detective in the head right in front of Alice's face.

However, before the criminals could execute Alice, Camille and her men arrived at the scene and cleared the area, saving the young detective once again. Even though she never asked Camille for help, she still managed to arrive to protect her.

In the detective's mind, she had been lucky she was saved the first time when she was sixteen. The second time was an even luckier moment, so she believed that there would never be a third.

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From that point forward, Detective Alice worked alone and became an efficient officer, not wanting to rely on Camille's help, thinking that her luck streak with the handler was over.

"Cami…" Alice muttered with one last breath before falling wholly unconscious.

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As dusk started to settle in the city of Novis, Dante and June were riding in the backseat of the SUV driven by Neil.

"Hah, not a single day's rest, huh?" Neil said in a friendly tone.

"As far as I know, you aren't getting any either, right Mister Neil?" Dante commented, making the man chuckle.

"I guess you are right. It is what it is, you know?" the man continued.

June was nervously fiddling her fingers as the men had a friendly conversation, pondering how the warlock could be so calm.

It had been two nights and three days since Alice's kidnapping, and the rookie detective was fearing the worst outcome.

Dante could feel the woman's uncertainty flowing from the umbra in her body. Still, he decided not to talk about it since he believed it was a natural response.

When June started to attach a silencer to her pistol and sub-machine gun, Dante curiously watched the woman prepare.

"Those are silencers, right?" Dante asked.

"Yeah…" replied June, diligently putting the attachments on her guns.

"Nice. It's like that one movie with the secret spy guy…" Dante casually said.

"What?"

"Oh, you haven't watched it? It was pretty fun," he continued, making small talk that made the detective forget about her worries for a few seconds.