A Second Chance at Forever ( Eleanor Shultz )
A Second Chance at Forever Chapter 1332

Chapter 1332

Two men, shrouded in full-face masks and protective suits, pushed open the door to the server room, only to replace Bernard, sitting on the couch like a king, unmoving as a mountain.

Blood was oozing from every part of his body, even his slightly turned face was smeared with blood. Only his eyes, cold as ashes, held a defiant glint.

A surgical knife was stuck in his side, its silvery light reflecting onto the men’s faces, making them look like demons from hell.

Anyone else who had come face-to-face with 1-1 and 1-3 would have been terrified, yet Bernard, sitting on the couch, didn’t even bat an eyelid.

His stubbornness and indomitable spirit were somewhat admirable to the two founders, but…

“If you weren’t the head of Siren Organization, I would have been thoroughly impressed by your audacity to infiltrate the upper district single-handedly,” said 1-1 with a tone that was steady and wise as if aged by time.

“What brings you to Area Opaca?”

As if catching up with an old friend, 1-1 pulled up a chair in front of Bernard, sat down without any hint of caution, and lit a cigarette, offering one to Bernard.

Bernard, who hadn’t uttered a word till now, took the cigarette with his slender fingers.

He watched the burning cigarette silently for a while before putting it in his mouth and taking a deep puff.

He had relied on cigarettes to survive the years she wasn’t around. When she returned, he had quit smoking. But now that she was gone, he saw no reason to abstain any longer.

Sitting there, leisurely puffing his cigarette, Bernard’s face, beautiful yet stained with blood, was obscured by the smoke, giving away no hint of his emotions.

1-1 watched him for a while before lighting up a cigarette for himself. He didn’t inhale, just twirled it in his fingers thoughtfully.

“If you won’t talk, we’ll have to follow Area Opaca’s protocols and send you to the bio-chem district.”

Bernard took a drag on his cigarette, glanced at 1-1 and said, ‘Take off the mask.”

Before 1-1 could respond, 1-3, who had been leaning against the door with his arms crossed, laughed, “So, you infiltrated Area Opaca to uncover our identities.”

His voice was distorted, clearly an attempt to hide his true identity.

“Is there any other reason?” Bernard removed the cigarette from his mouth, and exhaled a thin stream of smoke.

To 1-3, this act seemed provocative, “Aren’t you afraid of dying?”

Bernard’s gaze moved past 1-3 to Kermit standing next to him, “Don’t you care about his life?”

Kermit, struggling against the pain, looked towards 1-1’s silhouette.

1-1 had entrusted him with the management of Area Opaca, but he had failed to protect it and had instead been overpowered by Bernard.

Did 1-1 still care about the life of his partner now that the head of Siren Organization was right in front of him?

“Yes.” Just one word from 1-1 caused Kermit to heave a sigh of relief. But before he could express his gratitude, he was shot in the head by 1-3.

At the sound of the gunshot, the men in black waiting outside were stunned. Kermit, lying on the floor, watched 1-3 in disbelief, “Why…”

1-3 blew away the smoke from his gun, “This way, we are no longer threatened.”

He put down the gun, crouched down, and patted Kermit’s pale face, “You died in the line of duty. So I’ll hang a flag in your honor in the control room for future generations to admire.” Kermit probably didn’t expect to be killed by his junior after dedicating his life to Area Opaca.

He looked towards 1-1 who had been silent throughout, “Did you decide to abandon me the moment you knew I was under control?”

1-1 turned around, his face hidden behind the cold mask, “Kermit, I’ll avenge the deaths of your father and your daughter for you.”

With a single promise, he gave Kermit peace. True to his nature, 1-1 was ruthless and didn’t hesitate to abandon his partner when their interests clashed.

Kermit had helped 1-1 establish Area Opaca only to meet such a tragic end. With regret and resentment, he coughed up blood a few times before closing his eyes for good.

Without showing any remorse, 1-1 ordered his men to remove Kermit’s body.

After Kermit was taken away, 1-1 turned to Bernard who had been watching all along.

“Did you guess that I would kill him?”

“If I were you, I would have killed him too.”

This answer pleased 1-1. If it weren’t for their conflicting interests, Bernard would have been the man he admired the most, “Why did you use the chip to torture him if you knew I would kill

Kermit?”

“To replace someone.”

He wanted to use Kermit’s authority to locate the Ratliff Group. As for keeping 1-1 in check…

If he could, he would. If not, it didn’t matter. The result would be the same either way.