Chapter 17 — After Understanding Dog Voices, I Became the Most Wanted Person in the High Society

A black hood was pulled straight over my head. Both hands were tied behind the back. I was pushed hard into a car. Outside the villa. Gunfire and fighting rang out continuously. Tran Sieu's bodyguards are fighting back with all their lives. But I know. They cannot stop it. These guys are professional mercenaries. Their only goal. The car sped away into the night. I don't know where they plan to take me. I can only force myself to calm down. The brain works at full capacity. I can't sit around waiting to die. Right at that moment. My pant leg was suddenly rubbed gently by a soft object. It actually sneaked up here! When kidnapped. I'm wearing a loose nightgown. Chocolate hides inside. Those people didn't notice at all. 【Don't be afraid, An Nhien!】 【I followed you here!】 【I secretly bit the pants leg of an evil guy!】 【Conveniently took away his phone!】 【I hid it under the car seat!】 A ray of hope immediately flared up in my heart. Phone! Just need a phone. I still have a chance to ask for help! I silently groped with my feet under the chair. The toe touches a cold, hard object. It's a real phone. I tried to use my foot to pull it closer. Then use all your strength. Twisting is difficult. Clamp the phone between your thighs. It's an extremely difficult move to do. But I have to do it. I fumbled with my hands tied behind me. Rely on memory. Press each number on the screen. Tran Sieu's phone number. The call connected successfully. I don't dare to speak up. Can only hope. You'll recognize something through the noises on the other end of the line. The car continued to jolt. Chocolate whispered softly. 【Miss An Nhien!】 【Looks like we're reaching the harbor!】 【I smell the smell of sea water!】 【There's also the smell of fish!】 That information immediately made my eyes light up. I put my strength into it. Kick the car door hard. Three hours in a row. That was the signal for help that Tran Sieu and I used to joke about. I don't know if you understand. But that's my last hope. After you're done. I was almost exhausted. Lean back in your chair. The rest. We can only leave it to fate. I don't know how much time has passed. The car finally stopped. I was pulled out of the car. The hood was yanked off. The bright lights made my eyes hurt. It took me a few seconds to see my surroundings clearly. This is an abandoned container port. The sea breeze blows. Brings a salty taste and the smell of rust. In front of me. Is a blond-haired white man. He was wearing a neat suit. Wear gold-rimmed glasses. The outside looks very elegant. But his eyes were cold like a poisonous snake.

“Miss An Nhien Watson.”

“We finally meet.”

He smiled. Reach out to me.

“Self-introduction.”

“I'm Smith.”

“From Noah's Ark Genetic Technology Corporation.”

Noah's Ark? This name... I seem to have heard it somewhere.

“My parents.”

“Did he really go missing because of an accident?”

I looked straight at him. asked coldly. Smith laughed.

“Of course not.”

“They discovered the company's secrets.”

“A secret that could change the world order.”

“They want to take you with them.”

“Take this living proof and run away.”

“Unfortunately…”

“They failed.”

He walked closer step by step. Eyes full of passion and greed.

“And now.”

“It's your turn Miss."

“Just have you.”

“Decoded your genes.”

“We will be able to copy that ability.”

“We will create a whole new species.”

“A superhuman that can dominate the entire animal world.”

“And you…”

He spread his arms wide. As if declaring something great.

“Will become the Mother of the new age.”

I looked at him. Just feel nauseous. That's why they were looking for me. In their eyes. I'm not human. Just an experimental item. A fertility tool.

“If I die, I won't let you achieve your goal.”

I gritted my teeth. Every word is cold. Smith smiled even more happily.

“No no no.”

“How could we let you die?”

“We just made you—”

“Living is not as good as dying.”

He snapped his fingers. Two subordinates immediately carried a giant iron cage. It's a pure black Pitbull dog. Massive body. Eyes red as blood. Drool continued to drip from the corners of his mouth. A terrifying growl emitted from his throat. Its entire body was covered with scars. The most horrible thing is... I don't hear any sound from it. Absolutely none. It's like a machine whose soul has been drained. Only the killing instinct remains. Smith looked at the monster in the cage. Eyes full of pride.

“This is the result of our latest research.”

“Codename: Cerberus.”

“Hell Dog.”

“Through medicine and surgery.”

“We cut out all the emotional excess of it.”

“Retains only the most primitive instinct to attack.”

“It doesn't understand orders.”

“Can't feel pain.”

“Its sole mission.”

“It is to tear apart every living creature in sight.”

He turned to look at me. Show a cruel smile.

“An Nhien Watson.”

“Can't you communicate with animals?”

“Then try communicating with it.”

“Let me see.”

“Your divine power is stronger.”

“Or my technology is stronger.”

He threw open the cage door. The Hell Dog roared madly. Like a black tornado. Rush straight towards me!