Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1190

"Get everything ready in advance, so Juniper gets a proper show."

Shanley's eyes darkened, a slow, dangerous smile curving his thin lips. "Tell the men on the ground to be extremely careful while tracking."

"If anyone leaks a single word and compromises this rescue op..."

The hearts of all the department heads in the video call instantly leapt into their throats.

They waited in breathless silence for Mr. Schwartz to finish his sentence.

"We've still got plenty of those iridescent black fireworks sitting in the warehouse, don't we?"

Shanley tapped his fingers rhythmically against the desk, his deep eyes radiating a chilling frost. He parted his lips and spoke unhurriedly, "Whoever leaks the intel, I'll have them delivered straight to their front door."

The entire virtual conference room went dead silent.

With that, Shanley ended the video call, pulled open a drawer, and took out a painkiller.

"Boss, it's really not good for you to keep popping painkillers like this," Flint warned softly.

"Mind your business."

Shanley gave a muffled reply and swallowed the pill, shooting Flint a warning look. "Don't let Juniper find out."

"Understood."

Flint nodded quickly.

After all, he had seen firsthand the destructive power of those iridescent explosives. He wouldn't dare say a word.

With the medication kicking in, the pain dulled.

Shanley leaned back in his leather chair, staring intently at the surveillance footage on the screen.

He wondered how long it would take to catch a solid lead.

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At a secret location.

Juniper was forced to sit in the same room as Corvus, monitoring the physical and mental changes of the twenty test subjects.

These subjects came from a variety of fields.

For example, computer programming, animation design, and finance...

Fields that demanded intense mental labor on a daily basis.

After undergoing the basic gene modification, the subjects in programming and animation were the first to show changes.

"Tsk."

Seeing the smug look on his face made Juniper's stomach churn. She leaned against her chair, eating her mango.

"What are you tsk-ing at?"

Corvus hated her sarcastic attitude more than anything. His gaze instantly turned icy. "Out of twenty subjects, only five showed any improvement. Don't tell me there's an issue with your technique and research?"

"What kind of nonsense is that?!"

Juniper shot him a dirty look, shooting back coldly, "Did you even look at the absolute rejects you picked? Weak physiques, IQs barely scraping the passing line."

"The fact they improved at all proves my technique is flawless."

"Why don't you let your people try it instead?"

Corvus opened his mouth but couldn't find a single retort.

If his people could pull it off, would he really be sitting here taking her attitude?!

"Bring those five back," Juniper mumbled around a mouthful of mango. "Once we perfect the data, we'll run another round of gene modifications on them."

"The more we modify them, the faster the optimal data and methods will naturally reveal themselves."