Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle

Chapter 3191 No Turning Back

Gerald understood what Phil meant. Even though he was worried, he had no choice.

He followed Amur and left.

As he passed by the men on the first floor, Gerald heard their conversation.

"Is he seriously bringing this useless guy along for the mission?"

"If it were up to me, I'd take care of him and tell Boss he failed the mission."

Since a few of them knew what mission he was carrying out, they started discussing it. 1

As Gerald thought about the things he might have to do later that he had never done before, his mind was in turmoil. He did not even know how he ended up getting into Amur's car.

"What's your code?" Amur's question jolted Gerald out of his daze, bringing him back to reality. "I'm 091," answered Gerald.

He used to be proud of having that code, but now, he was filled with fear and hatred. How could he have been so foolish as to join this terrorist organization?

There was no turning back now. He could only steel himself and do things he did not want to do.

Amur remained silent.

Carefully, Gerald asked again, "What's your code?"

He thought everyone on the Island of Despair had a code and dared not ask for names, only their codes. "| don't have one." Amur's voice was cold.

Gerald looked at him incredulously, "How is that possible..."

"| don't."

Gerald had no choice but to ask again, "Then what should | call you?"

"Amur." Amur told him his name. It was not his full name, but it did not matter.

Gerald found it strange how foreign their names were.

When he thought about what might happen later, he asked, "This is my first tdoing something like this. What should | do?"

"It's two hours before dinnertime. You'll pretend to be the person reporting the incident. Go to the police, then find the kitchen, and pour the potion into the salad. As long as you do all that, the mission will be over."

"Is it that simple?" Gerald could not believe it. His eyes widened as he subconsciously recalled what Amur said. Wait!

He was supposed to drug the two targets, but he was drugging the food in the kitchen! He was not targeting Jacob but someone from the police station!

"Aren't we supposed to deal with Jacob and the others?" Gerald was afraid.

He did not want to be involved in so much. If he killed people from the police station, even if Abel did not do anything to him, other police officers would.

Gerald did not think he could be a match for the police of A City. "The potion only affects you guys." Amur did not explain in detail. The

potion he held was effective for those who had taken the poison. If they took the potion, they would experience shortness of breath and then go into shock within two hours.

Most accidents would be attributed to allergies without a detailed examination.

However, ordinary people who had not taken the poison would not exhibit such symptoms.

Gerald was not reassured and asked again, "What will happen if others eat it?”

"They'll have diarrhea." Amur's words remained simple.

After Gerald heard that, he nodded and continued to replay every word he had just heard.

"So, you mean to say that as long as it's someone from the Island of Despair who takes this potion, they'll... die?" “Are you a member of the Island of Despair?" questioned Amur.

Gerald nodded and then shook his head.

He used to think he was a member of the Island of Despair, that the code belonged to him as part of their structure. Now, he suddenly realized he did not belong to the Island of Despair at all. He was one of those dispensable people. If the base was gone one day, they would not know where to go for the antidote.

With no antidote, they could only wait to die...

Gerald said, "At least you guys know where the Island of Despair's headquarters is, but we have no idea. So, we don't really belong to the Island of Despair. We're just paid to do their dirty work, but..."

He sighed, stating the reality he had cto realize. "The Island of Despair doesn't see US as humans at all. We're just a bunch of dispensable codes they can discard at any time."

Amur listened to him without any expression on his face.

"So, this potion doesn't target people not from the Island of Despair. It targets those who have taken the poison, right... But if the police officers all get diarrhea after eating the salad, it'll definitely raise suspicion. When they check the surveillance..."

"This is the simplest method," Amur interjected. Finding the kitchen and adding the potion to the salad was the simplest way.

Amur did not expect Gerald to do as he did, deliberately committing a crand getting himself locked up, then finding a way to give the potion to the other two by communicating with them through tapping.

Gerald could not do that. Hence, Amur could only think of the simplest method. “But there are so many surveillance cameras in the police station." Gerald hesitated.

"The places with the most surveillance in the police station are the ones where they keep people. Do you want to go in there?" asked Amur.

Go in there?

When Gerald used to be a thug, he had been inside before. Those places were definitely not where people belonged. He quickly shook his head. "| don't want to.”

Amur fell silent.

Gerald suddenly realized that despite the wide implications of Amur's plan, it was indeed the simplest.

He did not have the capability to confront Jacob face to face.

"Take off the bandages on your body. Then, tell them you got attacked while you were walking on the street," instructed Amur. "Okay," replied Gerald. He started to remove it.

He had taken the injection and the medication, so he did not feel any pain now.

"What's next?" Gerald asked after removing the bandage.

Amur parked the car in front of the police station and handed over a bottle of potion, ‘What happens iniext isu tolyoW Mr not going in. Don't think you can fool your way through. If no one inside dies today, it'll be you who dies." The content is on Drama.Org! Read the latest chapter there!

Gerald pursed his lips. He took the bottle of potion but hesitated to get out of the car. Amur reminded him, "You only have four hours. After four hours, the medication's side effects will kick in.” Gerald took a deep breath and immediately got out of the car.

Amur waited in the car, watching Gerald as he pretended to limp \y\ toward the seeurity bdoth of the pblice station. A hint of coldness flashed across his eyes. The content is on Drama.Org! Read the latest chapter there!

This man was not exactly stupid.

Yet, he had made the wrong choice.

If he had not followed Abel in the first place, he would not be in this situation today.

Amur thought it over, still believing that Gerald was foolish, otherwise, why would he choose the Island of Despair?

He sat in the car, not really concerned about the police station's affairs.

An hour later, Gerald got back into the car with a defeated expression.

"Done?" asked Amur as he shot a glance at the police station where the officers at the entrance were still scanning the area. They did not chase after him, so he reckoned that Gerald was not noticed by the police.

"Yeah," replied Gerald, recalling the scene of himself adding the potion to the salad.

He was worried that Jacob and the others might not eat the sa ad, ggyne added gto ae eerisas on the coking table. He even added some to a pot of soup that was cooking. The content is on Drama.Org! Read the latest chapter there!

He added a few drops of potion into everything, hoping Jacob and the others would eat sof it...

“What about the remaining?" asked Amur.