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My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 877

Chapter 877: Chapter 877 Silent Torture

"None of this is your fault..." Kisha said, her voice calm but unsure. She wasn’t exactly good at comforting others, and it showed. After a moment of awkward silence, she cleared her throat and shifted the subject.

Without another word, she turned and walked out of the study. Cole, along with Fred, Rose, and Rakan, followed closely behind her as she made her way to the barracks where the high-ranking officers were being held. When they arrived, Cole and the others remained outside while Kisha entered alone.

Moments later, she gave clear orders: separate the officers, one per room, and assign Rakan and Fred to guard them individually.

Once the arrangement was done and only the Commander General remained in the room with her, Kisha signaled for Cole and Rose to enter. They took positions behind the Commander General, silent but watchful.

Now that she had her audience, Kisha got straight to the point.

"Well, let’s start with this," she said coolly, her eyes narrowing. "Commander General, why was the Capital conducting human experiments?"

The question landed like a bomb in the room. The air grew heavy as the Commander General’s eyes widened and his lips trembled in disbelief. Cole and Rose, too, exchanged startled glances, stunned by the unexpected accusation.

"I-I don’t... I don’t know what you’re talking about..." the Commander General stammered, clearly shaken.

"Still playing dumb, are we?" Kisha’s voice was calm, almost casual, as she slowly paced around the room, her steps deliberate. She made it clear, she was in no rush. Then, she dropped the real bombshell.

"Or are you just scared?" she continued, voice dropping slightly. "Scared that the microchip implanted in your skull might detect your brain’s neural activity the moment you even think about revealing a secret, triggering an instant kill command?"

The Commander General stiffened.

"Maybe you’re more afraid it’ll stop your heart the second you say a forbidden word," Kisha added, now circling him like a predator. "You do know those chips are loaded with whole sets of protocols, right? Slip up once, and boom, your knees and shoulders are gone. You’ll be crawling before your heart finally gives out... or worse, your spinal cord explodes depending on what you revealed."

The room was dead silent. Even the seasoned officer like Rose looked disturbed.

"On top of that," she said, pausing just in front of him, "you’ve got a tracker embedded deep in your body. Nearly impossible to remove. Try tampering with it, and you’ll set off a chain reaction. Best-case scenario? You’re paralyzed. Worst case? You’re dead."

She let the silence stretch.

"But here’s the kicker, you’re lucky. The Capital’s control room? Fried. Completely offline. Which means the President doesn’t even know where you are, and your precious SOS signals?" She smiled coldly. "They’ve been bouncing into the void since the moment you got here."

The color drained from the Commander General’s face. He sat frozen, horror etched into his features. He had indeed been trying to send a distress signal, using the neural transmitter programmed into his chip. It also doubled as a leash, ensuring he’d never betray the President. But now? Now he realized just how trapped he really was.

The weight of Kisha’s words settled heavily in the room, and Cole felt it deep in his bones. ’Human experimentation.’ That phrase alone sent a chill down his spine. His entire body tensed with a mix of fear and fury. Whatever kind of experiments they were running, nothing about it could possibly be good.

Chapter 877 Silent Torture 1

Chapter 877 Silent Torture 2

"Do you think we can use the microchip signals to breach the Capital’s system?" Kisha asked 008 through their mindlink.

Chapter 877 Silent Torture 3

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