Chapter 415: Chapter 416

Chapter 415 In the prison.

Sir Harris pushed No. 13 and arrived at the computer room.

No. 13 looked up and caught sight of the 360–degree surveillance cameras above, with their seductive and enticing. corners of the lips.

Sir Harris was quite embarrassed and said, “Don’t take it personally. My colleagues have no ill intentions towards you, they are just very curious about how a genius like you works.”

No. 13 sneered coldly, “Hypocrite.”

Sir Harris buried his head in shame. He silently reproached himself for going overboard. No. 13 was not only blessed with a genius–like brain, but also possessed eyes that could be considered as mind–reading abilities.

It is said that he created a set of psychological theories that could determine a person’s personality traits through their facial expressions. The accuracy rate was almost above 99 percent.

Just as Sir Harris was daydreaming, No. 13 had already driven his wheelchair and sat in front of the computer. His slender and fair fingers were tapping on the keyboard, so fast that it made one’s head spin, and it was impossible to see the specific steps he was taking.

However, the response of the computer screen was particularly astonishing, as soon as it was turned on t displayed a screen filled with countless lines of code.

Sir Harris let out an astonishing exclamation, “How did you do it?”

No. 13 said, “I didn’t like the camera pointing at me.”

Sir Harris was dumbfounded, “What does that mean?”

Not long after, I heard my colleague’s voice coming from next door, saying, “Damn it, how come all the cameras are broken.”

Sir Harris stared in astonishment at No. 13, “Did you hack our surveillance system?”

No. 13 had switched screens, “It will automatically restore in a few minutes.”

Sir Harris stamped his foot in frustration and exclaimed, “You...you...you will be severely reprimanded for doing this.”

“Does it make a difference for someone who is sentenced to life imprisonment?” he replied indifferently.

“Don’t you really want to go out?”

“I wanted to. But I wouldn’t live until the day I went out.”

Sir Harris was still chattering away when suddenly a map appeared on the screen. The map displayed a dense cluster of glowing red dots at a certain point.

No. 13 pointed at the ruins displayed on the map and said, “Your daughter is here.”

Sir Harris’s breath caught in his throat...

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Chapter 415 209 (ouchers There is a saying that goes, “It’s hard to find something even when you wear out your iron shoes.” It refers to the feeling of being pleasantly surprised without any effort.

“So fast?” Sir Harris exclaimed.

“If it weren’t for you disturbing me, it would have been faster.””

Sir Harris was dumbfounded.

No. 13 turned off the computer, and the webcam returned to normal.

“Go and save people quickly. The longer your daughter stays, the more dangerous it becomes.”

Sir Harris was excited and said, “No. 13, if I could successfully rescue my daughter, I would definitely thank you sincerely.”

Sir Harris ordered someone to send No. 13 back, while he gathered his colleagues to go on duty.

The winter sky was exceptionally bone–chillingly cold.

But as the warm sun rose, the place where the sunlight shone was warm and golden. The places where the warm.sun couldn’t reach, however, were gloomy and bone–chillingly cold.

No. 13 looked out at the scenery where light and shadows intertwined, and suddenly remembered the thirteen years of his own life.

Others praised him as a genius with exceptional talent, which truly overwhelmed him.

They only saw the magnificent and dazzling results, but they .

Chapter 415 couldn’t see the hardships he endured in the thirteen years of lurking in the dark. In order to capture this group of human traffickers, thirteen years of searching, investigating, and straining his body and eyes.

Those despicable human traffickers should have been caught today.

“Thea. As you wish,” he closed his eyes and silently said in his heart.

Ruins.

Sir Harris caught the criminals off guard and swiftly surrounded the ruins with his colleagues, leaving the thugs in a panic.

“Damn it, how did the cops come? Who the hell leaked the news?”

“Brothers, we have hidden ourselves well for so many years, and the police cannot uncover our identities. As long as we all stick to our story and refuse to confess, they won’t be able to harm us, right?”

“Everyone quickly disguises the scene. Hurry up and move the goods that haven’t been dealt with yet to the basement.”

When Sir Harris and his men burst in, they only saw a group of dirty–faced migrant workers, toiling away diligently around the machinery. Upon seeing the police, each of them revealed an innocent expression.

“Officer, what happened? We are law–abiding citizens and would never do anything harmful or unreasonable.”

46.915 Chapter 415 Sir Harris’s gaze swept over the simple faces of the hostages, and for a moment, he wondered if No. 13 could have made a mistake, These people didn’t look like bad people at all.

But suddenly, I remembered the warning from No. 13, “Not everyone in prison is completely bad. Not everyone outside of prison follows the rules. It is those wolves in sheep’s clothing who are truly ruthless.”

“Go, search carefully,” ordered Sir Harris.

The police officers then began a thorough search.

For a long time, but gained nothing.

Someone came back to report to Sir Harris, “Boss, there was no discovery.”

Sir Harris glanced at the “workers” in the room, their bewildered and vacant expressions. They resembled ignorant masses.

He had a moment of confusion: Could it be that No. 13 was playing a trick on him, deliberately providing false information?

But how could someone like him, who didn’t even bother to fight for freedom or life, have the leisure to joke with him?

“Keep searching. Check more hidden passages, secret rooms, and the like. I refuse to believe that we can’t find anyone.”

When Sir Harris said these words, it was evident that a “worker” with poor mental resilience showed signs of fear.

62.615 Chapter 415 1788 Vouchers Sir Harris smiled triumphantly, “Even if I have to dig three feet underground, I will find them.”

“Yes.”

After a long search, a brave and meticulous police officer finally discovered a secret passage leading to the basement. Soon, they rescued over a dozen children who were being held captive inside.

Those children, one by one, had fearful expressions, wearing tattered clothes, with their skin almost entirely covered in bruises and abrasions.

Some children even thought they had encountered something terrifying and were so scared that they wet themselves.

Sir Harris saw them and his heart was torn apart.

He gently told them, “We are the police, don’t be afraid, we will take you home.”

These children were immersed in those sugar–coated bullets every day, and had lost their basic ability to distinguish between truth and lies. Therefore, they remained bewildered and hopeless towards Sir Harris‘ so–called rescue.

Sir Harris couldn’t help but burst into tears.

He couldn’t imagine that his daughter was also one of them.

If she also became filled with despair towards this world, then what would be the meaning of his saving this world?

When the last few children came out, Sir Harris finally saw his daughter as he had wished. Her dirty little face, a pair of eyes filled with fear... Even when she saw him, she remained silent without any reaction.

Sir Harris’s eyes welled up with tears in an instant.

He realized that his daughter was sick.

It was a disease that was even more debilitating than organic lesions – post–traumatic stress disorder.

He was going to spend a long, perhaps even a lifetime, to treat her.

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