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Chapter_265
This wasn’t just any martial artist—he was above the level of a grandmaster.
The man in the suit swept a cold, scornful gaze over the group. His voice, low and menacing, sent a chill down their spines.
“I’m in a good mood today. I don’t want to kill anyone…”
With that, he disappeared like a wisp of smoke, vanishing into the night beyond the villa.
Moments later, flashing lights appeared outside. A patrol car pulled up, and Felicity stepped out, followed by Angelica.
Xeno blinked in surprise. That was fast. Too fast.
Felicity strode up, straight to the point. “Where is Yvonne Mare?”
“They… went out to eat,” Xeno replied, then quickly gestured back toward the villa. “But a thief just ran out of here! You’ve got to catch him!”
Angelica furrowed her brows. “A thief? In Royal Bay?”
Felicity’s sharp eyes fell on Logan, who lay unconscious on the ground—his tongue lolling out, eyes rolled back. She narrowed her gaze. “He wasn’t after valuables. He came for Yvonne.”
Angelica’s expression changed. “Did he… take anything?”
Just an hour earlier, the National Security Department had sent a confidential alert:
Yvonne Mare and James Jude had returned from overseas with a rare bacterial strain that showed unprecedented effectiveness in destroying HIV.
When word reached foreign bio-labs, chaos erupted. Covert agents hidden across Drakonia were immediately activated to retrieve it.
Now, Felicity’s worst fear was being realized.
“We have to find that bacteria before they do,” the directive had said.
Back in the present, Felicity asked Maria quickly, “Did the thief take anything from Yvonne’s belongings?”
Maria nodded hesitantly, still trembling. “He opened her suitcase and… and he said, ‘Found it!’ before grabbing a box and running off.”
Felicity’s face darkened. “So we were too late.”
She took out her phone and reported the incident.
“We believe the foreign agent has obtained the FS bacteria. Requesting immediate tracking support.”
A stern voice replied on the other end.
“That bacteria must be retrieved at all costs.”
“Yes, Sir!” Felicity answered crisply before hanging up and making follow-up calls to mobilize the Security Department’s operatives.
At that moment, Nash and the others were speeding toward Royal Bay.
“Hera… faster!” James urged, tension lining his face.
Since Nash had had a few drinks, he sat soberly in the passenger seat, letting Hera take the wheel. James and Yvonne sat in the back, unease thick in the air.
The speed limit was 40, but Hera clenched the steering wheel and pressed harder on the gas. The car shot forward at 100 km/h.
Yvonne hugged her stuffed bear tightly, whispering, “We don’t really have to rush, do we?”
James looked at her gravely. “If that thing ends up in the wrong hands… the consequences would be unimaginable.”
Hera glanced at him in the rearview mirror. “Uncle James, what exactly is that thing?”
She knew James wasn’t the panicky type. He’d grown up in Capiton, trained in martial arts since childhood, worked for a foreign security firm, and had dealt with foreign royals. If he was rattled, it had to be serious.
James inhaled slowly, then spoke:
“Your Uncle Lincoln is an explorer—and a biologist. Five years ago, during an expedition to a frigid region of the Moliga Empire, he discovered a strain of bacteria he named FS Microbacteria. It’s astonishingly resilient—able to survive extreme environments, adapt rapidly, and reproduce like nothing we’ve ever seen.
“After years of study, Lincoln found that FS could completely eradicate HIV cells in the body. Clinical trials confirmed it—it’s possibly the cure the world has been waiting for.
“But there’s a dark side. When FS merges with other infectious viruses, it doesn’t just adapt—it enhances them. It can multiply their infectiousness and lethality by tenfold.
“In the wrong hands, it could be turned into a biological weapon of mass destruction.”
Yvonne gasped softly, her grip on the plush bear tightening.
James continued grimly:
“The lab in Moliga wanted to weaponize FS—treat the rich and arm the powerful. Your third uncle objected fiercely. He was isolated, and later, detained.
“I snuck into the lab to rescue him. Nearly got myself killed. But a friend helped me track him down.
“Before we escaped, your Uncle Lincoln told me something chilling. The lab had the offspring cells—but the mother cells of FS were still hidden. He had stashed them inside a crystal ball… hidden in your room, Hera.”
Hera’s knuckles turned white on the steering wheel.
She had no idea the quiet crystal ornament in her room held something so dangerous—so powerful.
And now, someone had taken it.