The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 746

Chapter 746: Protocol

Meanwhile...

Tyga yawned as he stretched his arms and legs. They had been working through recordings, files, and even tracking the Church’s movements over the past few years. They were told to review Yuri’s recording, but their priority remained the Church’s traces.

"We’ve been doing this all night and day," he muttered as he reached for his mouse, checking the data about the team that left with Izu. "I guess they still haven’t reached them."

When Tyga turned to Pika, he saw the latter yawning as well. "Haha. Coffee?"

Pika didn’t answer, so Tyga shrugged and decided to make it himself. They had been running on fumes. Compared to the others, they had a lot of catching up to do.

But just as Tyga rose to his feet, Pika suddenly paused mid-typing.

"Hmm?" Tyga turned, only to see Pika slowly look at him.

Pika looked like he could collapse at any moment, yet his eyes shone with shock.

"What is it?" Tyga asked, striding to Pika’s station. "Did you uncover something?"

"The call," Pika said as Tyga stood beside him. He pointed at the screen. "We already traced where the phone call came from, but even with everyone’s input, we’re getting different locations."

Tyga nodded. "Uh-huh. So did you find where it really came from?"

"No." Pika exhaled and turned to him, dread creeping across his face. "That’s not it. I checked the voice again and found out that... it’s not her."

"What?"

"Look at this."

Pika suppressed another yawn and replayed the recorded call Hugo had received. Then he pulled up Yuri’s original voice recording and began matching them through several programs.

They sounded identical, but...

"It’s heavily engineered," Pika said, bringing up the voice-matching results. Slowly, the screen displayed an unmatched result. "I tested it through multiple programs and software. The results are consistent."

He looked up at Tyga.

"Tyga... we’ve been played."

"Damn! We need to tell Sir Allen about this—" Tyga tapped the desk and turned to leave.

But the moment he did, he stopped. His head spun violently, and he staggered back until his back hit the desk.

"What the hell?" he breathed, clutching his head. He looked at Pika, who was blinking heavily. "Pika?"

Pika held his own head. "I feel... dizzy." He smacked his temple, but it barely kept him awake. "Tyga, I—"

Before he could finish, Tyga collapsed to his knees.

Pika’s breath hitched as he saw Tyga struggling to stay conscious.

"Your nose," Tyga rasped, covering his own.

Pika instinctively covered his. Then he dropped beside Tyga, shaking him.

"Hey!" Pika called in panic. "Are you okay?"

"Get me the scissors."

"What—?"

"Just get it!"

Pika didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the scissors from the drawer and handed them over.

Tyga took a deep breath and held it. With clenched teeth, he drove the scissors into his own thigh.

Pika’s eyes widened in horror, still covering his nose.

As blood began to seep through Tyga’s pants, Tyga exhaled sharply. The pain hit like lightning, adrenaline surging through his system.

"Cover your nose," Tyga forced out as he crawled back against the desk. Sweat broke across his skin as he fought both the gas and the shock from the stab wound.

That was when he noticed the thin smoke curling through the office.

"Shit," he muttered, turning to Pika. Pika was still covering his nose, but his eyelids were drooping.

SLAP!

Ignoring the throbbing pain in his face, he worked with pure adrenaline. After a few frantic keystrokes, he slammed Enter.

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