CEO loves me with all his soul. - Chapter 135
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End Game P-2 The chamber’s door hissed open.
Lucas stumbled out, collapsing into Chief Argo’s arms.
His breaths were ragged, sweat-soaked hair plastered to his pale forehead.
His vision blurred around the edges.
“Help me,” he croaked.
Argo reacted instantly, scooping Lucas into his arms and signaling sharply for his team to follow.
Two officers helped clear the corridor.
Argo barked into his comm: “Send staff, now.
Diana, Yuin-get him to the medics!” Diana and Yuin-tempered, capable professionals-hustled forward, gently easing Lucas onto a gurney.
“Just hold on,” Diana whispered, slipping Lucas’s limp arm through the IV strap.
Lucas’s eyes flickered open briefly.
“The signal-sent…” His voice dwindled.
Yuin nodded.
“It went through.
They know where we are.” Argo closed his eyes for a moment, steadying himself.
“Copy.
Commencing primary operation: take Naehr-now.” Lucas on the couch with IV thought of how he saw Isaac and tears flowed done his eyes, If he hadn’t seen him…if he wasn’t guilty for Isaac he would have willingly sacrificed himself for the country.
But he is waiting for him…
– Half a level above, in the command center, dozens of police operatives gathered.
Screens jumped between thermal scans and seismic readouts.
The building’s outer doors groaned as tactical teams broke through in coordinated waves.
Argo stood rigid, finger still on the trigger.
The task force swept through corridors, clearing labs, patient wards, and genetic engineering suites.
The air thrummed with dreadful tension.
They reached the central control room.
There, Doctor Naehr stood waiting-hands folded behind his back, his lab coat pristine, silver hair untouched.
Behind his glass-rimmed glasses, black eyes glinted with a calmness that was almost serene.
“Dr.
Naehr,” Argo commanded.
“Step away from the console.
You are under arrest.” “Arrest?” Naehr said, voice soft, as if disappointed.
He glanced at the monitors behind him showing live feed of tactical teams breaching outer labs.
“Or am I simply arriving at the culmination of something greater?” Argo didn’t flinch.
“You’re done.
We’ll shut this facility down.
This ends tonight.” Naehr smiled thinly, a cold expression that drained the color from the room.
Argo watched him closely.
“Why are you smiling?” Naehr moved slowly toward the screens.
The glow reflected off his face like someone watching a movie they’d directed.
“In this storm,” he said, voice low, “with rain pouring everywhere… can you imagine what happens when water meets my formula?” Argo’s stomach twisted.
“What do you mean?” Each tactical officer took a step back, senses pushing them toward caution.
“Water is a vector,” Naehr continued.
“Rain dissolves the aerosolized particles.
They seep into reservoirs.
Rivers.
Soil.
Food crops.” Argo’s head snapped toward his team.
“Find the water treatment room-check containment!” Naehr chuckled-maniacally, quietly, and so distinctly that it echoed off the lab walls like a warning.
“Oh, I already planted it.
Months ago.”He turned completely, facing everyone.
“When the rain washes over this place… and anyone interferes… the lab won’t be the only casualty.
This country-the one you all call home-will collapse.” Laughter rumbled out of his chest.
Low and terrifying.
The laughter reverberated through the control room.
It fractured the tense air.
Argo raised his voice to be heard over it.
“You’re not going anywhere.” At that moment, officers approached from behind Naehr and clipped cuffs on him.
He didn’t resist.
—- Diana and Yuin rushed Lucas into the sprawling medical wing-bright, antiseptic, humming with equipment.
Diana knelt at his side.
“Lucas, can you hear me?” His eyelids fluttered.
“Thirsty.” Yuin started an IV drip.
“Stay with us.” Argo entered, face drawn.
“What’s his status?” Diana glanced up.
“The oxygen chamber left him dehydrated-disoriented, shallow breathing.
He’s metabolizing the distress chip.
That signal gave us the lead-and it’s working.
We have the location of the hidden base.” Argo exhaled, relief mixing with dread.
“Contain that signal-the other three bases may have it.
I want teams securing pipelines, reservoirs… everything.” Diana nodded.
“Under control.” Argo approached Lucas’s bedside.
“Thank you Hero.
Thanks alot.” — Back in the command center, monitors flickered.
Tracking data streamed: the emergency shutdown of pipelines, alert flags rising from water treatment facilities.
Engineers screamed into phones.
Naehr’s words were already taking shape-if the raid hadn’t come quickly, the poison would have found its way into municipal systems.
The signal Lucas sent saved them.
Naehr sat in a bland white room.
The cuffs were off, but a tracer kept him bound to the table.
A loaded feeling remained in the air.
Argo entered, flanked by two officers.
“What do you want to do with him?” one guard whispered.
Argo didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he stood in front of Naehr’s chair.
Naehr looked up with a thoughtful frown.
“Justified vengeance?” Anger flared in Argo’s eyes.
“We’re not going to play your game.” Naehr frowned again.
“I gave you a gift.
A challenge.” Argo leaned in.
“You leave us no choice.” Naehr lay his head back.
“Then you will pick up the pieces of that challenge.
And when you do… you’ll find it doesn’t end with me.” Argo’s fist clenched.
He turned and left.
— Rain thundered against the building.
Tactical teams scurried, sealing vents and pipelines, handing out forensic samples.
Outdoor crews were already monitoring the flow of water.
In the Medbay Lucas slowly woke, the IV and oxygen tubes feeling like ties to reality.
He blinked and saw Argo standing over him.
“You okay?” Argo asked.
Lucas’s voice was weak, raspy.
“We got him?” Argo nodded.
“Yes.
And we shut down the water feeds.” Lucas closed his eyes.
“He knows.” Argo set a gloved hand over his shoulder.
“He sounded… proud of it.” Lucas’s eyes opened slowly.
“He’s not done.” Argo stayed silent.
Diana and Yuin watched the lab shutdown map.
“Location is confirmed,” Diana said.
“Hidden ocean base.
Requires naval assets-time estimate three hours.” Yuin hammered keys.
“I’m sending coordinates to Navy-also Isotope Division ready to monitor.” They shared a tight look.
Naehr’s maniacal laughter still echoed in Argo’s mind.
He sat in the lab still, rain pounding overhead.
On screens: scrolling lines of code, sensor data fed in by Diana’s teams.
Pipes sealed; contaminated areas fenced off.
A signal on the console beeped-a code flagged as high priority.
Argo touched it.
Navy assets activated.
Engineers monitored dozens of wells.
At a nearby hospital, Lucas’s vitals steadied.
In the darkness, Naehr sat in his cell, lips teased upward in a slow smile.
Fail or success-it would be too late.
Because in the rain, Naehr’s poison was already flowing outward.
