Chapter 713 Why Can't They See It?

Chapter 713 Why Can't They See It?

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In one of the largest hospitals under WHA's management, tucked away in a private VIP suite, Lenny stirred awake, his eyes flickering open like those of a man clawing his way back from the dead. With a grunt, he pulled himself up, mind groggy—until memories hit him like a fist to the gut.

Hellbringer. The bony and scorching hand around his neck. The nightmare he was forced to endure, a hell he couldn't escape.

His fists clenched, his lips curled back in a furious roar, and he yanked the IV from his hand, swinging his legs off the bed. But as his feet hit the floor, a sickly green web of veins pulsed beneath his skin, creeping across his face and arms. He gasped, staggering to his knees, a cold wave of nausea and pain overwhelming him.

The door burst open as several doctors rushed inside. The head doctor gasped, "Sir! Help him up, quick!"

Two assistants scrambled to his side, grabbing his arms and helping him back onto the bed as they reattached the IV. The head doctor's voice quivered, "Sir, please. You can't remove the IV—it's the only thing keeping you stable until we can find a solution to your... ailment."

"Ailment?" Lenny growled, his voice ragged, his eyes hollow. "Are you saying I'm sick? I'm not sick, damn it... I just need my dose..."

"Dose?" The head doctor echoed, a look of confusion spreading across his face.

But before he could press further, the door slammed open again, and a team of officers in thick, heavy armor stormed in, their presence immediately filling the room with an oppressive weight. The doctors stumbled back in shock, exchanging nervous glances as the officers moved into position, forming a line in front of Lenny's bed.

Lenny's eyes narrowed as he pointed at them, fury mounting, "Who the hell are you bastards? Can't you see I'm sick? Get out of my sight!"

A middle-aged man stepped forward from behind the officers, wearing a crisp, formal suit and flashing his ID with calm authority, "Mr. Lenny, I'm John, from the Global Surveillance Bureau. We're placing you under arrest for child trafficking, illegal experimentation, and a list of other charges you don't want to hear. To put it simply, you're coming with us, and things will proceed more smoothly if you cooperate."

"E-Excuse me?" Lenny staggered to his feet, his face contorting in disbelief, "Did you just say you're arresting me, the Supreme Commander of WHA?"

John's face remained impassive, "I believe I was quite clear. You have two minutes to cooperate before we use alternate methods."

Lenny snarled, grabbing John by the collar and pulling him close, "Listen, you neat bastard. I'm not going anywhere. I can end your career with one call, you hear me?"

But his bravado faltered as he saw the officers behind John silently raise their glowing guns, each one infused with a radiant yellow energy that sent a sharp chill down Lenny's spine.

Hart's brows furrowed, his tone skeptical, "Then that means someone from within tampered with the teleportation chamber. So, tell me, who had access to it that day?"

Jim hesitated, casting a quick glance at Derek's back, "Only the usual tech team and assistants. We've mind-scanned all of them, and they're clear. And then there was the um..." His voice trailed off as he hesitantly added, "...the president's wife, who did a routine check. Beyond that, we don't know who could have compromised the chamber."

Hart cleared his throat at the mention of Derek's wife. He rose from the sofa and said, "Alright. You can go, Jim. We'll contact you if we need anything further."

Jim nodded, visibly relieved. He glanced once more at Derek, then quickly left the room, closing the door softly behind him.

Hart sighed as he turned back to Derek. "I know this sounds strange, but with Lenny's arrest and the teleportation chamber compromised at one of the most secure sites in the world, I'm beginning to think—"

*Click*

But his words were cut short as the door opened, revealing an elderly, bald man with a white beard and piercing green eyes, his impassive expression framed by a neat brown suit.

"Father?" Hart's surprise was evident, not expecting Albert Hart's sudden appearance.

Albert's gaze remained steady. "Son, give Derek and me a few minutes alone. There's something we need to discuss privately."

Hart stiffly glanced at Derek's back, nodding as he left the room without further question, the weight of his father's request clear in his eyes.

As the door closed, Albert approached Derek, standing quietly behind him before resting a hand on Derek's shoulder, subtly noticing the tremble beneath, "It's alright, Derek," Albert said, his voice low and even, "We always knew this could happen—that you might be betrayed by those closest to you. I just hoped we'd be wrong, and I'm sorry you had to find out this way. But it's clear now: only your daughter could have handed Lenny over, and only your wife could have compromised the teleportation chamber. You set the traps, hoping they'd never jump in. But they did."

Derek's fists tightened as he slowly turned to face Albert, his face a mask of cold anger, pain, and betrayal, "I gave up everything for them...my soul, my heart... And yet my wife, my daughter..." His voice cracked with disbelief and bitterness, "How could they do this to me? I wanted to build a new, better world for them. Why can't they see it?"

Albert's eyes held a steady, cold gleam as he replied, "Because they're blinded by mortal ideologies, Derek. They're incapable of comprehending what lies beyond. They cling to trivial values, bound by their own weakness. I know you wanted them with you, thought they would be your legacy. But once a man leaves behind his mortality...he won't need anyone. A true legacy is born from greatness, not dependence. Once we reach our goal, none of this will matter."

Derek closed his eye, his breathing slowing as Albert's words sank in, filling the hollow space within him. He exhaled slowly, his voice a low murmur, "You're right... I shouldn't need anyone." Opening his eye, it held a hardened light, "But I had hoped... I believed they'd see reason, understand my vision. Now I see they've been corrupted. And I know precisely who is responsible for that corruption." His voice grew dark, a deadly glint flashing in his eyes.

Albert gave a nod of approval, his voice smooth as silk, "Isn't it time you dealt with that person once and for all?