"Everyone, you'll need to go through interviews, and once you clear them, you can finally leave," one of the officers explained.
I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing the ordeal was almost over. I'd already talked to my mob who gave me the inside scoop on the interview questions and how to answer them, making it seem like I'd truly been affected by that low-budget version of my Suggestion power.
They called us in for interviews one by one, and I use a bit of my power to convince them not to check my identity on their computer. Finally, they let us all go, and they even offered to give us a ride home. But I use my suggestion to convince them and slip away to find a hotel to stay in.
By the time I got to the hotel, it was already 1:00 am, and I crashed into bed without a second thought. I was utterly exhausted and just needed some sleep. I knew I'd learned a lot today, but I decided to save deeper thinking for after a good rest.
Right now, sleep was my top priority.
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Kanon cruised down the dark road, her tiredness evident in the sigh that escaped her lips. She glanced at the peaceful, sleeping city that surrounded her.
"It's finally done," Kanon spoke, feeling exhausted after a long day.
She had come to understand just how challenging it was to work on Cerebrum. She had wanted to voice her concerns about their lack of actions, but Michael had simply ignored her.
Well, at least she had managed to save her friend Yumi from having her memories altered.
"What happened back there, Kanon?"Yumi leaned on the passenger seat beside Kanon and asked,
Hesitation gripped her; she didn't want to further disturb her friend's life. While Michael had proposed the idea of recruiting Yumi, Kanon was firmly against it.
This was only her first case, and the death toll had already reached dozens. Yet, the members of Cerebrum acted as if it were a minor incident. From this, she could already sense how perilous the other Gifted individuals could be.
"They are a danger to society," was the initial thought that raced through her mind.
Suddenly, he snapped his head up, his attention grabbed by the collective sound of dozens of people rushing toward him. They emerged clad in combat military gear, their high-powered rifles pointed exactly in his direction.
The place was so cramped that dodging a bullet, even with the best effort, seemed impossible. Now, a multiple guns were pointed directly at him.
"ZED, you have to stop this, we had a deal!" pleaded the 50-year-old man in his black formal coat.
"Deal?" Zed chuckled, as if he had just heard a laughable joke. His voice turned cold as ice.
"The deal was off after what you did to my daughter." He added
"It was an accident," the 50-year-old man explained desperately.
"There's no such thing as an accident in this world," Zed sneered in contempt.
"I will hunt down and kill every one responsible for my daughter's misfortune. All must pay with their lives."
*BANG! *BANG! *BANG! *BANG! *BANG!
A barrage of bullets thundered in the close confines of the metal hall, all aimed directly at him.
But instead of cowering in fear, the bullets stopped mid-air, suspended by an unseen force. It was as if time itself had frozen in that harrowing moment.
Zed slowly raised his hands, palms open, as a sinister smile curled on his lips. His words dripped with malevolence as he uttered.
"You Ungifted people don't deserve to live."
With a chilling words, he closed his palm, and an oppressive force filled the air. It was as if an invisible weight, a gravity of unimaginable power, crushed down upon them.
One by one, they crumpled like discarded soda cans, their bodies contorted and broken by the tremendous force, their lives extinguished in an instant, their screams for help silenced before they could even escape their lips.
"All of you will regret messing with my family,"