Pitbabe S2, Chapter 35 pg 8
Pitbabe S2, Chapter 35 pg 8
Luckily, Chris had Khun Pete backing him up, whether with funds or connections. Our work flowed smoothly thanks to Beyond Group’s influence. On my end, I had Kenta, who acted like a remote support unit. That guy refused to admit we were on the same boat, always claiming he “just happened to know” something and passed it along. So stubborn, that one.
And the stuff Kenta “happened to know” was usually incredibly useful, especially details about Tony’s sense-enhancing drug project called The One. This intel became the cornerstone of our final plan.
The completed drug is the Sense Stimulant, a drug injected into people who already have senses to strengthen them further. The drug they’re still trying to perfect is the Sense Creator, aimed at turning ordinary people into those with senses.
Just hearing this, it’s clear this isn’t something Kenta overheard in casual gossip. He must have gone to great lengths to investigate and bring this to us, because it sounds too detailed, and he comes back with new scars every time he delivers news.
“At first, Tony believed Charlie had information that could help them develop the Sense Creator formula, so he tried to steal data from Charlie’s lab. But now, Tony’s researchers have a new hypothesis: if there’s someone in this world with senses who can absorb others’ senses, that person must have something that allows them to receive and adapt to others’ energy. So, if they can study that person, they’d likely develop the Sense Creator formula faster and more accurately than fumbling around on their own.”
“And that person is Charlie.”
When I learned about Tony’s experimental plans, I’ll admit I lost it. I was so furious I wanted to storm Tony’s mansion right then. All our plans vanished from my mind. At that moment, I only thought of killing him with my own hands to quench my rage. Luckily, Chris and Kenta held me back with all their strength and calmed me down, so our plan didn’t collapse before it could succeed.
“So, Tony’s current goal is to capture Charlie for his researchers to study. I’m not sure what methods they’ll use, but one thing’s certain: they’ll need his blood. Another is testing a new Sense Stimulant on Charlie. They believe that if they rapidly intensify his senses beyond what his body can handle, the senses will become unstable and can be extracted more easily. This would make Tony’s job easier, because there’s a kid in their program with senses similar to Charlie’s, but still young and not great at controlling them. They think if they inject a stronger stimulant into Charlie, that kid might be able to pull all of Charlie’s senses out.”
From everything Kenta gathered, if the researchers’ hypothesis is correct, there’s a high chance they’ll succeed in creating the Sense Creator. Charlie’s senses would be transferred to Tony’s kid, who’d obviously be used for his benefit. Worst of all, I’d lose Charlie to their filthy scheme.
No one knows what experiments they’ll run on Charlie, and no one can guarantee that new stimulant is safe. I’ll never let them take the one precious thing in my life.
Not long after, Tony ordered Charlie’s capture. Of course, he didn’t assign just one team. One group, led by Winner and his gang of racers, was tasked with it. Another group, led by me with a support team (more like overseers, really), was made up of Tony’s people, since he didn’t trust me enough to let me handle it alone or use my own team.
Tony planned to capture Charlie in one go to minimize risks, using my team and Winner’s as bait and backup for each other. If Winner failed, I’d be there to cover. If I failed, Winner would close the job. They tried to plug every gap, because if this failed, Charlie would strike back hard the next morning. Tony didn’t want any damage now, so a chaotic night unfolded.
The truth we all had to accept was that capturing Charlie wasn’t easy. One of his senses, which he called the most useless—his intuition—was always spot-on in situations like this. Sooner or later, he’d sense it and prepare a countermeasure. In the actual situation, Charlie chose to flee alone to lure those he thought were enemies away from his lab. Winner’s gang, who went out first, ran into Charlie and got lured far away. That gave me the chance to head straight to the lab and wait.
I had to order Tony’s men to rough up Charlie’s researchers a bit, just enough to make it look convincing. They made a show of searching the lab and rooms, even though they knew there was barely anything real here. It was all props, carefully set up just for us. That’s why Chris suddenly convinced Charlie to move the operation’s location, using safety as an excuse.
And yes, Chris was the one who opened the lab door for me to steal the drug samples myself. He deliberately used this incident to make Charlie suspect me, and he was cunning enough to dodge getting caught in his lies. Of course, Charlie would try to uncover the truth using his lie-detector instincts. When it all came to light, everything would go as Chris planned: Charlie would agree to move the base and fully believe I was completely on Tony’s side.
My worst mistake was missing my shot. The scene where Chris and I were supposed to clash was his idea, thinking it would show Tony’s men my loyalty. The plan was to make it look like we were shooting at each other but missing. Chris was brilliant at missing his shots perfectly, even though he’s actually a crack shot. Me? I’m not that accurate, so my bullet ended up grazing his shoulder, as you saw.
Another thing that went off-script was when I put the gun to my own head. Originally, Chris said just hurting Charlie’s researchers would be enough to make him cave. But when it came down to it, I couldn’t do it. To make matters worse, something else went wrong: Jeff happened to be staying at the lab. I was almost at a loss. Even one of Tony’s men smacking Jeff while I wasn’t looking was already a huge screw-up. If I had to hurt Jeff in front of Charlie, I was terrified I’d break down crying out of fear of Charlie’s anger.
So, I made myself the hostage instead. It was the easiest way, and it worked surprisingly well.
Another tough part about hurting Charlie’s people was having to hurt Charlie himself. Deep down, I figured (on my own) that Charlie would be angrier about me hurting his important people than hurting him directly. So, I managed to steel myself to do it. At the very least, I was confident that the spot where I hit him with the gun’s handle would only knock him out, not kill him. I learned that technique straight from the doc, after all.
The vehicle used to take Charlie to the big house was a van from the Chen family. One of the men drove, another sat beside him. I sat in the first row with Charlie, who was still out cold, her head limp. The rest of the men were in the back. About halfway there, I started noticing movement from the person next to me. Charlie’s brows furrowed, his eyelids twitched slightly, and then he opened his eyes.
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