Chapter 1486
“Only three types of people are allowed on Project Zero-Transit p>
Serena’s gaze flickered. “Which three p>
Dr. Grant slowly revealed the answer. “The Buyers, The Cargo, and The Hunters p>
As the three terms fell from his lips, the atmosphere in the medical suite grew noticeably heavier.
“Dr. Grant, could you be more specific?” Serena asked.
He nodded. “The Buyers are the approved trading parties on Project Zero-Transit p>
“They could be arms dealers, black market pharmaceutical buyers, or proxies for illegal organizations, syndicates, and rogue laboratories p>
“As long as you have the money, the right connections, and The Raven-Plume Pass, you can board as a Buyer p>
“The trades that happen on Project Zero-Transit are extremely diverse p>
“Weapons, narcotics, illicit experimental data, neural chips, rare biological samples, and even human lives p>
Dr. Grant’s voice dropped. “Sometimes, what the buyers are purchasing isn’t an object. It’s a person, or perhaps a life p>
Black Jack frowned. “What about The Cargo p>
Dr. Grant looked at her, a profound sadness settling in his eyes. “The Cargo refers
to whatever is being sold on the ship p>
“Sometimes it’s experimental samples, sometimes it’s classified data, and sometimes p>
He swallowed hard. “It’s people p>
A cold gleam slowly crept into Serena’s eyes.
Dr. Grant let out a bitter laugh. “A portion of The Black Sun’s Obsidian Augments were transported precisely as ‘Cargo p>
“They are packed into specialized cryo-pods or neural-stasis units. On the surface, they’re labeled as hazardous biological specimens or high-risk medical materials p>
“But in reality, those pods are filled with living, breathing human beings p>
“Bastards,” Jasper muttered under his breath.
The word was laced with barely contained fury.
Dr. Grant’s eyes reddened.
He had seen far too much in the underground base over the years.
Perfectly healthy people pushed into labs, injected, surgically altered, and branded with a string of numbers.
In the end, even their names were stripped away.
They became samples.
They became The Cargo.
They became nothing more than a line of cold data on The Black Sun’s experiment schedule.
Julian pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “And what about The Hunters?” “The Hunters are the ones who board to collect a bounty,” Dr. Grant explained. “Project Zero-Transit does not forbid killings p>
“On the contrary, it silently encourages the rule p>
“As long as you don’t disrupt the core trading operations or target untouchable Vies, nobody cares if a Hunter kills someone on the ship p>
“Some buyers bring Hunters for protection, while others board solely for the lucrative bounties p>
Julian spoke slowly. “So, once you’re on the ship, whether your identity is real or fake doesn’t actually matter p>
Dr. Grant met his gaze and nodded. “Exactly. They don’t care if your credentials are forged p>
“As long
board you earn the right to
board, the only thing that matters is
whether you have the capability to
defend the identity you cla
“If you say you’re a Buyer, you better have the funds and the presence to command
the room p>
“If you say you’re a Hunter, you better know how to kill and how to survive p>
“If you fail to uphold your role, you’re very likely to become The Cargo p>
Dr. Grant paused, a heavy weight hanging on his words. “Once become The Cargo, your life is
entirely in someone else’s met
The corner of Serena’s lips curled up into a faint, chilling smile. “That sounds exactly
like the rules of Whitecliffe Harbor p>