Chapter 156

Chapter 156

"General."

An hour later.

A soldier knocked on Jack's door.

"They're here."

Jack gave a slight nod.

After the soldier left.

Robyn walked into the living room, eyeing Jack with curiosity.

"Who exactly are you, and why are you living on a military base?"

"Take a look at these first."

Jack didn't answer.

He gestured toward a computer on the nearby table.

Robyn walked over suspiciously, her gaze falling on the screen glowing with an eerie blue light.

On the screen was the content Jack had copied.

As Robyn scrolled, classified file after classified file unfolded before her eyes.

There were no lengthy texts—only shocking data tables, dense physiological indicators, and photo after photo of faces pixelated yet still visibly contorted in agony.

Robyn's breathing grew rapid. Her hands gripped the edge of the table, knuckles turning white from the pressure.

"Memory transfer..." She murmured the words from the file header, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

She continued scrolling. When she reached the column labeled "Test Subject ID," her pupils constricted sharply.

001, 002, 003... extending all the way to 3847.

Each number was followed by detailed physiological parameters...

"These are... people..." Robyn's head snapped up, her eyes instantly reddening. She stared at Jack, her voice cracking from shock and fury. "They actually used living people for experiments?"

Jack didn't respond, only watched her quietly.

"Thousands of people..." Robyn's voice carried a barely suppressed sob. She slammed her hand on the table, shouting in outrage, "This is illegal! This is a crime against humanity! To complete this so-called memory transfer, they treated living, breathing people like disposable materials?!"

She pointed at the cold data on the screen, her finger trembling. "Look at these numbers—these people had memory chips forcibly implanted into their cerebral cortex. The rejection reactions caused full-body convulsions... They didn't even use anesthesia before cutting open their skulls! Thousands of lives—what are they to these people? Just data points?!"

Tears finally spilled from Robyn's eyes. She bit down hard, her voice filled with despair and rage. "It's too cruel... How could they be so cruel..."

Jack walked over and handed her a tissue.

"This is Fidelity Tower Technologies' real core business." His voice was low and cold. "They're not developing technology—they're researching ways for the wealthy and powerful to transfer memories, achieving a form of immortality. And those 'test subjects' stripped of their identities? They're all society's outcasts—homeless people, orphans, even victims of human trafficking."

Robyn took the tissue but didn't wipe her tears. She stared at the data on the screen.

Her hands clenched into tight fists.

Robyn had studied biotechnology.

And she was one of the best in her field.

But she'd pursued this field with the intention of using technology to benefit humanity.

Now, those gene sequences and neural synapses she'd studied countless times in classrooms and explored with reverence in laboratories had become a butcher's knife in the hands of these monsters.

"These demons!" Robyn's voice was low and hoarse.

She couldn't forgive this—sacrificing so many innocent lives just so a small group of wealthy, powerful people could achieve their so-called rebirth.

She whipped around to face Jack, her eyes blazing with fury. "What gives them the right?! What gives those people at the top the right to trample on others' lives, building their happiness on others' suffering?!"

Jack didn't answer immediately. He simply watched her quietly.

Robyn took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

She knew anger wouldn't solve anything.

She turned her attention back to the screen. This time, her gaze held not just anger and despair, but the calm focus of a scientist.

She moved the mouse and clicked open a chart labeled "Memory Integration Rate."

"Based on this data, the experiments have reached their final stage. They're trying to eliminate the rejection reactions now."

"Once they accomplish that..."

Robyn's voice trembled with deep despair. "Once they break through the rejection reaction bottleneck, they'll be able to legitimately steal other people's bodies and achieve their so-called 'immortality.' When that happens, there will be no more law, no more morality—only endless exploitation."

Jack listened quietly, the screen's blue glow reflecting in his deep eyes.

"That's why we have to completely destroy all of this before they succeed." Jack's voice was low and resolute, like the only source of light in the darkness.

Robyn took a deep breath, forcing back the tears in her eyes.

"Yes!"

As a human being—as someone who studied biotechnology—Robyn's conscience wouldn't allow something like this to happen.

"Can these be used as evidence?"

Jack asked Robyn.

He wasn't an expert in this area.

If he wanted to take action against Fidelity Tower Technologies, Jack needed legitimate grounds.

Otherwise.

Since they were a publicly traded company.

Even as the commander of the armed forces, Jack couldn't move against them lightly.

"Yes!"

Robyn said with burning intensity in her gaze. "This data is enough to prove they're conducting human experiments—and not just one or two, but thousands."

"Good."

Jack nodded at her words.

As long as there was evidence, this would be manageable!

After Robyn left.

Jack's phone rang again.

"Hello."

Jack answered.

Victoria's voice came through. "Jack."

"I think there's something you'll want to know."

"You asked me to investigate Fidelity Tower Technologies. They've suddenly started transferring assets on a massive scale, and it looks like they're about to file for bankruptcy."

Jack's eyes instantly turned cold.

Trying to run?

They must have learned that Lucia had woken up.

They knew Jack might have evidence of their crimes.

So they were planning to escape.

However.

Jack wouldn't let them get their wish.

"Understood."

After finishing his call with Victoria.

Joseph came to report.

The female nurse had confessed.

Jack looked at her statement.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

He hadn't expected the person who'd ordered her to act to be him.

"Are you certain?"

Jack asked Joseph.

"Confirmed!"

"Good."

Jack's eyes turned ice-cold.

"Pass on my orders!"

"Assemble the troops!"

"Yes!" Joseph's eyes flashed with excitement before he nodded respectfully.