Transmigrated Into The True Heiress-Chapter 78: Coalesced

Elmira stood in front of the full-body mirror, her movements swift and precise as she secured her weapons. The form-fitting black bodysuit she wore clung to her frame. Her slim-fit pants, equipped with multiple adjustable belts and metallic zippers, shimmered faintly under the fluorescent lights. The thick, multi-buckled belt at her waist carried holsters for her daggers and guns, which she slipped into place with practiced ease. Small knives and other tools disappeared into the straps on her thighs and calves.

"Is he on the move yet?" Elmira asked.

At the center of the room, one of her subordinates sat hunched over a laptop on a large, steel table cluttered with an arsenal of weapons and high-tech devices. The glow of the screen reflected on his face as he typed rapidly.

"Not yet," he replied without looking up. "Still at the mansion." Then he glanced at his watch. "The attack will be happening in forty minutes from now.

You just have to be there around that time.

Elmira adjusted her fingerless gloves and picked up a slim, breathable mask from the table. She slid it over her face, the material molding to her features. Flexing her fingers, she tested her grip before reaching for a compact black case resting on the edge of the table.

"Alright. I have to go," she said, her voice muffled but firm.

The room was dimly lit, save for the soft illumination of the shelves lined with weapons and the flicker of computer monitors. Elmira’s boots clicked softly against the concrete floor as she exited, the sound fading into the shadows of the long, narrow corridor. The dark walls seemed to absorb her presence, her silhouette barely discernible under the faint glow of overhead lights.

Outside, the cold night air greeted her. She strode confidently to her sleek black car parked by the pavement, her case in hand. The vehicle’s polished surface gleamed under the dim streetlights, a shadow among shadows. Opening the passenger-side door, she placed the case on the seat before circling to the driver’s side.

Sliding in, Elmira gripped the wheel with one hand and started the engine. The low hum of the car filled the silence as she pressed a finger to the small device in her ear.

"Where is he now?" she asked, her tone clipped but calm. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

The reply crackled in her ear. "He’s still at the mansion. Don’t worry, I’ll let you know the moment he moves."

"Alright," Elmira replied, her gaze focused on the road ahead.

The car pulled away from the curb, its sleek frame gliding smoothly into the night.

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André exited the mansion flanked by men in tailored suits on either side. His striking ensemble—a crimson shirt and matching black pants adorned with gleaming rings on his fingers and a gold chain resting on his chest contrasted with the surroundings. His black hair was slicked back, and his polished black shoes caught the light of the night sky with every step.

He moved briskly toward the line of luxury cars waiting in the expansive courtyard. A bodyguard promptly opened the door of the vehicle at the center of the convoy. André slipped inside without a word, accepting the laptop handed to him as he settled into the car.

"Tell the others to start moving. We’re wasting time," he ordered curtly, his tone brooking no argument. He gestured dismissively, signaling the man to close the door.

With a soft thud, the door shut, and within moments, the convoy of three high-end vehicles was in motion. The cars glided out of the compound and onto the dimly lit streets, heading toward the California highway.

Inside the car, André took out a small box from his pants pocket and tapped the circular button on it. Like a puzzle box, it shifted and opened to reveal a small drive. André removed it, carried the laptop, and placed it on his lap. He opened it, turned it on, and plugged the flash drive into it.

The screen turned black, and then a silver line appeared, moving across the screen. After almost a minute, a password interface popped up. André inputted the password: [EXP E47–109].

After he inputted the password, the screen went black again, this time for longer. Despite his impatience, André was more intrigued to see the drive’s content. After almost two minutes, a series of words appeared on the screen:

{The following content may be disturbing to viewers, but it serves a greater purpose. Embrace the sight with relish.}

The screen flashed in rapid black-and-white pulses before stabilizing, revealing a high-resolution video that felt eerily immersive. To the viewer, it was as if they were physically present in the scene—an unsettling sensation that André experienced immediately.

The video depicted a young, naked boy lying motionless on a metal table, a white cloth draped modestly from his waist to his legs. Behind his head stood a woman clad in a sterile blue surgical gown, gloves, a mask, and a matching cap. The room’s sterile ambiance was a chilling hybrid of a surgical operating theater and a high-tech laboratory.

The boy remained unconscious as the woman meticulously made an incision in his scalp, peeling back the skin to expose his skull. With practiced precision, she removed a section of the bone, revealing the delicate contours of his brain. From a tray of instruments beside her, she retrieved a small, intricate chip and carefully implanted it into the exposed tissue.

Once the procedure was complete, she stepped back, moving to a console lined with monitors displaying streams of complex data. Her gloved fingers tapped on the controls, triggering an analysis that filled the screen with rapidly shifting graphs and figures.

Her gaze scanned the results intently before she reached for a nearby recording device and spoke into it:

"The replica of 109 has been successfully coalesced into the brain of the host. This is the fifth trial, and the second step has been reached. Next is the third step."

After that, the video stopped, and the screen went dark. André, who had been watching, had to blink himself back to reality as it felt as though he had been there, witnessing everything firsthand.

Breathing in, his lips curved into a smile as he closed the laptop and removed the drive, tucking it into his tightened fist. He leaned back and closed his eyes.

Time passed, and just as André was about to take a nap, another car hit his car hard. It slid across the road, with the left-side tires on the ground and the other side in the air, throwing André and the driver to one side of the car. The car slid for a while before hitting the ground again, bouncing a few more times before stabilizing.

The occupants of the car, especially André, had scrapes on their bodies. The most serious wound, however, was on André’s head, which had hit the roof of the car because he wasn’t wearing a seatbelt.

(A/N: Remember to always wear your seatbelt.)

André’s vision blurred as the world spun around him. The impact had jolted him violently, and his head throbbed with a relentless ache. He struggled to regain his bearings as pain lanced through his body.

"Sir! Sir, are you alright?" the concerned voice of his guard echoed. But before André could respond, the unmistakable sound of bullets ricocheted around the car. Glass shattered, and sparks flew from the twisted metal as bullets struck the vehicle’s frame.

The guards outside had drawn their weapons, engaging in a fierce firefight with unseen assailants. André struggled to focus, his vision swimming as he tried to make sense of the chaos. Blood trickled down his forehead, blurring his sight, but he could make out the shapes of men in black combat gear approaching rapidly.