Chapter 1372
Serena smiled faintly, allowing the old man to look at her and find fragments of his memories of her grandmother. She didn’t rush him.
Once Dr. Grant finally managed to compose himself, Serena asked, “You were imprisoned in that underground facility for five or six years. During that time, did you ever hear these terms: Whitecliffe Harbor, Project Zero-Transit, or The Raven p>
Given the desperate assassination attempt, she knew Dr. Grant held information that terrified the Obsidian Sun. He might just hold the key to deciphering the cryptic warning left by Special Envoy Mordecai.
At the mention of those three names, Dr. Grant’s pupils violently contracted.
His frail fingers gripped the bedsheets as if he had just recalled a living nightmare.
“I’ve heard them,” he rasped, his voice trembling. “During my years in the facility, the Special Envoy overseeing our sector would occasionally communicate with The Overlord in the adjacent secure room. I heard them mention those names p>
Serena’s eyes darkened. “Do you know what they mean p>
Dr. Grant took a shuddering breath, his face pale and grave. “Project Zero-Transit… It isn’t a shipping route or a logistics network. It’s a ship. The Ghost Ship of the High Seas. It has no registered nationality, no fixed coordinates, and it answers to no government. The Obsidian Sun uses it to transport their most critical research, biological samples, and human specimens p>
Serena’s gaze turned predatory.
Dr. Grant swallowed hard and continued. “As for Whitecliffe
Harbor… It’s not a normal port, and it isn’t located in Severia. It’s a lawless port hidden deep within the Gray Zone. It’s a sanctuary for the world’s most dangerous fugitives, arms dealers, and cartels. It makes the rest of the underground look like a playground. There are zero laws there Pirates, mercenaries, and legal syndicates run the territory.” You can only board Project Zero-Transit if you secure a highly exclusive pass through Whitecliffe Harbor’s black market p>
“Both Project Zero-Transit and Whitecliffe Harbor are absolutely crucial hubs for the Obsidian Sun p>
Serena listened in silence, letting him speak without interruption. When she noticed his breathing growing labored, she quickly tapped a pressure point on his wrist to ease his physical strain.
Dr. Grant took a deep breath before finishing. “And The Raven… I never saw his face, but the Special Envoy talked about him constantly. He seemed to be the Envoy’s superior, holding a terrifying amount of power within the organization. But they despised each other. I heard them arguing violently over resource allocations more than once. The Special Envoy was terrified of The Overlord, but he openly resented The Raven. Yet, in the end, The Raven always put him in his place p>
As Dr. Grant spoke, the scattered puzzle pieces in Serena’s mind finally clicked together into a terrifyingly clear picture.
The ghost ship hiding in international waters was one of the Obsidian Sun’s true, mobile headquarters.
Serena lowered her eyes, a lethal smirk curving her lips. “Perfect. Then we start by sinking that ship p>
She stood up and looked warmly at
the old man. “Dr. Grant, the
information you just gave us is the breakthrough we needed to destroy them Rest now, Recover you strength leaving Jerrick operatives to guard you. No one gets within ten feet of this room without my direct authorization p>