Chapter 947: Chapter 923: Capturing Doctor X (Part 2)

"Old man, you have no right to negotiate with me!"

"Tyrant!"

...

In the northwest corner of Death Island, beneath the lush camphor tree, lies a small grave mound.

The grave mound is overgrown with weeds, and if you don’t look carefully, you might think it’s just a small dirt pile.

The tall camphor tree emits a fragrant aroma, gently swaying with the sea breeze.

Although the rain had stopped, the sky remained gloomy, and the air was heavy with the scent of blood.

"Laura, I’ve come to see you."

When he came, he placed a large bunch of unnamed wildflowers in front of Laura’s grave.

In fact, Laura’s favorite flowers were tulips.

"Your grandfather knows you’re dead, he’s very sad..."

"..."

"I also told him where you hid your wine. I drank that bottle too, it tasted great."

"..."

"Laura, I’m soon to be a father again... If you were still alive, you would get married too, and have your own children..." Adrian hesitated, suddenly unable to continue.

"Night Owl is dead, rest in peace!"

Adrian cleared away the weeds around the grave and used his hands to pack more soil onto it, turning what was once a small mound into a large one.

"Bill, I knew you’d be here."

Adrian didn’t even turn his head, continuing to tidy Laura’s grave. It was the last time he intended to visit her; he would never return.

With Night Owl dead, he would never set foot on Death Island again.

"I didn’t see you earlier; I thought you hadn’t participated in this operation."

"..."

"So it turns out, you came to see Laura."

Alice, dressed in tight black clothing that accentuated her alluring figure, with striking makeup and a bewitching aura.

She placed a bouquet of tulips in front of Laura’s grave. "Laura, I’ve come to see you," she said.

"..."

"Please forgive me."

She squatted down as well, with her fair hand scooping up dirt to place on the grave. Her hand deliberately brushed against Adrian’s, but he expressionlessly withdrew his hand, patting the grave to pack the soil firmer.

"Bill, I beg you to forgive me!... I was mentally deranged back then."

Adrian stood up, staring intensely at the grave mound, as if saying something in his heart.

After a silent five or six minutes, Adrian turned and strode away.

"Bill, where are you going?"

Alice couldn’t keep Bill then, and she couldn’t keep him now.

Looking at Laura’s grave, Alice smiled coldly, "Laura, if I had known Bill would one day fall for a woman named Sienna Johnson, I wouldn’t have killed you."

"..."

"Tell me, if you were still alive, would Bill continue to love you, or would he fall for someone else?"

In a gloating tone, Alice said, "Laura, I regret killing you."

"..."

"You don’t know how well Bill treats that woman; you’d be just as jealous as I was of you back then."

...

Adrian took his men to the frontline of Death Island. Through his binoculars, he saw many familiar faces—Abraham, Noah, Joanna...

The base personnel, witnessing the assassins of Death Island kill, came to grasp the true meaning of the term "human weapons."

They were merely weapons, knives, guns...

Weapons only kill; they have no sense of morality or pain.

The beach was littered with corpses. As the waves rolled in, what got washed ashore wasn’t foam but bodies turned pale by the seawater.

The deep blue sea had turned rose-colored—the hue of blood mingled with seawater.

"This is hell on earth!" Marion remarked.

"Hmm, too tragic," Sabrina Conner agreed.

"Marion, go check if the surgery is done. Once it’s done, inform everyone to withdraw," Adrian ordered.

"Sixth Master, are we just leaving like this?" Sabrina showed a face of regret.

"What else do you want to do?"

"We’ve come all this way, why not join the action... I’d like to spar with those human weapons..." Sabrina said eagerly, clenching her wrist.

"If you want to go, go ahead."

"What about you guys?"

"Withdraw!"

"Why?"

"The mission is complete, so we’re withdrawing."

Adrian wasn’t as battle-hungry as Sabrina, and he wasn’t about to let unnecessary casualties occur from a moment’s bravado.

The base invested immense resources in training someone; he wasn’t going to let them sacrifice themselves in vain.

Barnes Smythe, clutching an injured arm, approached, prompting Sabrina to ask, "Mila, how did you get hurt? Who injured you? I’ll avenge you."

"Uh, a little boy."

Sabrina was dumbfounded, "Mila, since when did you become so ineffective, injured by a little boy?"

Looking at Adrian, Barnes said, "Sixth Master, I found a lot of children. What should we do with them? Kill them all?"

"..."

Barnes continued, "Those children aren’t ordinary; they’re..." Barnes hesitated, "miniature human weapons."

Calculating as always, Marion asked, "Sixth Master, shouldn’t we bring those kids to the base? Training them from an early age would save us a great deal of effort."

Adrian refused to take them in, "I don’t want human weapons! If I needed human weapons, I could train them myself."

"..."

"Look for their parents. If you find them, return the children home. If not, send them to the Orphanage."

Jule also had designs on the children, but hearing Adrian’s words, he felt a sense of loss, "It’s a pity, those kids have impressive combat skills."

"Jule, Marion, you two go handle this. Don’t let the kids fall into the wrong hands."