Novel Full Chapter 141 - He Talk....
"Send me the core section of the Basic Universal Language Translator to my workbench." He stood and went to the side of the room where an electric flat two inches pen board was placed. He picked the pen and murmured.
"Let's begin."
The golden ray of light rises from the horizon gradually, illuminating the somewhat quiet Vulture. Squeaks and creaking of insects began to echo from the dark alley welcoming the new day. The cold gentle breeze blew and rustled everything on its path, dew falling from the rooftop. Drunkard catworking with lose balance, trying to find their way back home while those coming from the night shift looked haggard and had big eye bags under their eyes. Window creaks, curtains spread open, those inside welcome the new day with a smile on their face. For people of Vulture, it is a normal new day, however, they would realize this was not just a normal new day… But a new beginning. A new era.
Two people… no to be precise three people were on their hill throughout the night. Vulture, Renata, and Mora. Renata and Mora joined the party early in the morning while Vulture didn't get a shred of sleep, completing every order given to him.
'Good morning my lovely people of Vulture. Welcome to the news at 7. There are many headlines but we receive a major headline….. Two powerful organizations no longer exist in our lovely city. These organizations are Happy House and Havilda Corporation. Yesterday, our correspondent found the headquarters of both organizations in a pool of blood…. As the voice of vulture, we never relax until we unveil the truth. And behold we have the truth. The leading man of Vulture City, Mr. Vulture had shared light on this incident. According to him, these two organizations frame the newly arising organization CommandIntel, kidnapping and closing their office which brought the wrath of the powerful men behind CommandIntel.
Don't underestimate a new company. Hmm. Hmm. According to Mr. Vulture, every resource belonging to this organization will be controlled by the Vulture people. Also, the slandering against CommandIntel was all false. This company is legitimate and trying to find the mystery behind the deaths of thousands of people in district 18. This was the secret Havilda and Happy House did not want to come to light. But the new company insists the truth will come to light on God's App. This led us to believe the two organizations had something to do with the death of our people in district 18.
CommandIntel will resume its operation in Vulture with a new update to their app. Please check their homepage for more. Should we rejoice for the death of the two or what….. I'll let the people decide in the comment section. I'll be right back after the short break. Stay tuned.' The mesmerizing voice of the news anchor echoed on every device listening to the news.
Everywhere was quiet for a couple of seconds before the bolt was loose. Arguments and rumours spread like wide fire amid the people and on the net. The netizen did not take it easy. The hard-core fans of God's App began a word of attack with those that relate to Happy House and Havilda corporation were in a tug of war. Just when the people were still digesting the huge news. CommandIntel released a statement of them having a discount on each of their subscriptions. With this, the burning fire among the netizens increased, every news station in vulture picked the news.
Just like that, the people began to forget the death of the hegemony of Vulture. Days come and wisp by. Before the people knew it, 3 days had gone by. Three days may not be long but in Vulture, these three days were full of major changes. However, Thango will always be Thango. People did not care that much, everyone mind their fucking business.
But a set of people were working their butt off. Those were the research facility of Starlight Genesis. A group of scientists dressed in white long overalls, at their chest was three stars color. Black, White, and Blue. Everyone was looking at a man inside a white room through the transparent glass. Every scientist had pensive looks, they didn't dart an eye from the man while a medium rectangular size device was beside the transparent glass, showing the readings of the pulse from the man inside the glass.
A middle-aged woman with a round glass placed on her nose looked at the young woman beside her and whispered. "Ma, this would be the 50th test. We are not making any progress. Don't you think we should think of another way?"
The young woman didn't bother to look at the middle-aged woman. She was lost in thought about some redundant question. After a couple, the man inside the transparent room began to have a visible change. Veins began to pop out from his skin. His muscles began to harden. But he doesn't seem to be in any sort of pain. Seeing this, the look of the scientists glinted with hope. The process of the man didn't stop, however, it picked up speed. The muscles began to push out at a visible rate. His hair grew longer, eyes became sharper, nails grew longer. Then…
Ah!
The man held his head, falling to his knees. Blood flowing from his eyes. His eyes turned red, looking hideous. "Ma. His heartbeat increased. With the speed of his heart, he wouldn't survive long." A voice replied.
"It doesn't matter. Let's see how long he's going to last." A dejected voice echoed amid the scientist. The voice belongs to Jimena. Instead of feeling dejected, down. She was motivated to push more forward. Though it was tiring, this won't stop her from achieving her goal.
The man grew taller whilst his muscles did not stop increasing. The white cloth on him had long been torn into pieces. The cleanroom was filled with blood. However, the blood did not seem to stop flowing from the source. Po! Something broke,
Ah!!!!
The man wriggled on the floor. He looked at the transparent with his red eyes. "P-P-l-e-a-s-e " Every vein in his body began to break one after the other. After a couple of seconds, the sound of bones cracking filled the room. But the scientist didn't have pity or whatnot. But otherwise. Their jaws dropped with wide eyes.
"-M-a.. He… talks."