Reborn with Nothing but My Farm and Vengeance in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 552

Chapter 552: Chapter 552: The Coming Turmoil

What Robert Lancaster said next completely defied Melody Summers’s expectations.

According to Robert Lancaster’s account, the epidemic that followed the torrential rains might not have been a natural disaster, but a man-made one.

Shortly after Sylvia Lancaster produced the water that controlled the epidemic, and after the Lancaster family received a government commendation, Robert Lancaster and Elaine Hughes were targeted in an assassination attempt.

Luckily, they had brought plenty of bodyguards, who performed their duties diligently, and the assassins failed to succeed.

Robert Lancaster had initially assumed these people saw the Lancaster family on the rise again and were planning a kidnapping for ransom. But he later found out that he had been far too naive...

A few days later, government officials found Robert Lancaster. They alerted him that the assassination attempt on his family might be connected to the current epidemic.

The officials told Robert Lancaster that based on their recent investigation, they suspected the epidemic was man-made. A group of criminals had been researching a new type of virus, and this was what led to the catastrophe.

Because the Lancaster family had produced the water that controlled the epidemic, thwarting the criminals’ plans, the group now saw them as a thorn in their side and wanted to eliminate them as quickly as possible.

By this point, Melody Summers was already dead, so she was unaware of these events.

As Melody Summers listened to Robert Lancaster’s halting description, her frown deepened. She never expected this turn of events.

’This epidemic was actually man-made?’

’Someone was researching a new type of virus?’

’This is just too absurd!’

’It’s hard enough just to survive after three years of natural disasters, and someone still has the nerve to pull something like this?!’

Melody Summers frowned at Robert Lancaster and asked in a low voice, "Is everything you’re saying true? Or are you just making up stories to save your own neck?"

Robert Lancaster hurriedly shook his head and swore, "I-It’s... all... true... I s-swear..."

Seeing that Robert Lancaster’s expression didn’t look fake, Melody Summers asked again, "Then tell me, what else do you know about this new virus and the people who were researching it?"

Upon hearing her question, Robert Lancaster’s eyes darted about, and he hesitated without speaking.

Just as Melody Summers was growing impatient, Robert Lancaster finally answered, "...I... I can’t... say... right now... unless you p-promise... not to kill me..."

Melody Summers scoffed. "Can’t say? I bet you don’t actually know."

Melody Summers knew Robert Lancaster. If he truly knew the inside story of this epidemic, he certainly wouldn’t have come to her now. He would have laid low, waited for the epidemic to break out, and then used his foreknowledge to secure benefits for himself.

He might have even waited until the situation spiraled out of control before making a move. After all, the more dire things became, the more valuable his information would be and the more he could gain from it.

The only reason he would risk seeking her out was that he was truly at the end of his rope.

He probably knew the epidemic was man-made but was ignorant of any further details.

Melody Summers watched Robert Lancaster with a cold smirk, saying nothing. Seeing this, he continued to bluff, "I... I know... J-just... don’t kill me... I’ll... I’ll tell you... bit by bit... later..."

"I’m... your father... I’ll help... help you... We can... we can team up, father and daughter..."

Robert Lancaster was trying with all his might to persuade Melody Summers, but she couldn’t be bothered to waste any more words on him.

Melody Summers would find out the truth behind the epidemic on her own. Robert Lancaster knew too much, and his intentions were malicious. No matter what, he could not be allowed to live.

Melody Summers pulled the knockout drug—the one that induced a 24-hour sleep—from her space and, with a flick of her wrist, sprinkled it on Robert Lancaster.

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