Reborn From Oblivion (Nellie and Cameron) novel Chapter 748

Prison.

Officer Baldwin wheeled Inmate No. 13 into the computer room. As soon as No. 13 looked up, he noticed the 360-degree surveillance cameras overhead, a sly, almost mysterious grin forming on his lips.

Feeling a bit awkward, Officer Baldwin said, “Hey, don’t take it the wrong way. My colleagues aren’t trying to be nosy; they’re just really fascinated by how a genius like you operates.”

No. 13 let out a dismissive snort, “Hypocrites.”

Officer Baldwin felt a twinge of embarrassment and wondered why he’d even bothered to explain. No. 13 wasn’t just brainy; he had this uncanny ability to see right through people, almost like he could read minds.

Word around was that he’d come up with his own psychological theories, enabling him to figure out someone’s personality just by looking at their facial expressions, with an accuracy that was almost spooky—like ninety-nine percent.

While Baldwin was lost in his thoughts, No. 13 had already maneuvered his wheelchair to the computer. His long, nimble fingers danced across the keyboard at an incredible speed, making it impossible to keep up with what he was doing.

Yet, the computer’s response was something to behold, bursting to life with a display of endless lines of code.

“Wow, how’d you pull that off?” Officer Baldwin asked, genuinely impressed.

No. 13 shrugged, “I’m not a fan of cameras watching me.”

Officer Baldwin blinked, confused, “What do you mean?”

Just then, a shout came from the next room, “Hey, what the heck, the cameras are all down!”

Officer Baldwin gaped at No. 13, “Did you just hack our surveillance system?”

No. 13 casually switched screens, “Don’t worry, it’ll fix itself in a few minutes.”

Baldwin was flustered, “You know this could get you into big trouble, right?”

“For someone doing life, does it really matter?” No. 13 replied, unfazed.

“Don’t you want to get out someday?”

“Sure, but I’m not gonna live to see that day.”

Before Baldwin could respond, a map suddenly appeared on the screen, showing a spot crowded with blinking red dots.

The winter sky was biting cold.

But where the sun peeked through, it was bright and warm, casting a golden glow. In the shadows, though, it was chillingly cold and eerie.

No. 13 gazed out at the shifting light and shadows, memories of the last thirteen years flooding back.

Everyone called him a genius, almost otherworldly, but if only they knew the truth.

They only saw the bright, shiny results, not the years he spent hidden in the dark, worn down by his relentless hunt for those traffickers.

Finally, those vile traffickers were about to be caught.

“Nathalie. Just like you wanted,” he thought, closing his eyes.

The Ruins.

Officer Baldwin, taking them by surprise, led his team in quickly surrounding the ruins, catching the criminals completely off guard.