Emmy did not answer immediately. Memories from her past life were surging through her mind. She remembered very clearly that in the coming years, countless wars would break out overseas as nations fought ruthlessly over energy resources. The global political climate would reach a boiling point, and the international landscape would become incredibly volatile. In that extremely dangerous environment, Dean had made fixed, quarterly business trips abroad.
Sometimes, he would take her along to let her relax on a private island. But other times, he traveled alone, and his whereabouts were highly secretive. Yet, every single time he went alone, Emmy had been able to track his real time location on her phone. She had not planted a physical tracker on him, but rather secretly installed a tracking software on his device. And every single time Dean traveled to a destination he wanted to hide from her, his route passed straight through those three specific countries. Those three war torn nations that the international news constantly depicted as a living hell on earth.
Emmy turned her head, locking eyes with James. "Where do you think the United Nations would most likely overlook when conducting a transnational investigation?"
James narrowed his eyes, offering a steady response. "Impoverished, underdeveloped countries. Those nations usually lack the systemic infrastructure for scientific research and cannot even maintain basic laboratory equipment."
Emmy shook her head. "Not just those. War zones." She pushed her phone in front of him, pointing at the news report on the screen. "Hubby, these three countries are actively at war. Do you think it is possible that the real underground bio labs are not hidden in the bustling cities of developed nations, but right here?"
James's gaze landed on the screen, his expression sharpening instantly.
Emmy's words spilled out faster and faster. "What if they are using the development of biochemical weapons as a cover to conduct inhumane, live experiments in these lawless territories? In places like this, there is zero oversight no matter what twisted things they create. The area is rich in natural resources, meaning money can buy absolutely anything. If they need advanced equipment, they can easily smuggle it across the borders through established arms trafficking routes." She took a deep breath before delivering her final point. "The most terrifying part is that in places like this, human lives are the cheapest, most expendable resource."
Emmy smiled helplessly to herself. She was not brilliant. She was merely relying on the advantage of having lived an extra life, retaining a vague impression of those three war torn nations. In her previous life, she had never understood why Dean always avoided her to visit those hellish places. But now, stringing all the clues together, the terrifying truth became clear.
In this life, whether it was injecting himself with memory blocking drugs or seamlessly altering his identity to become Abis, Dean had done it all far too easily and flawlessly. Such maneuvers could not be achieved overnight. It proved that Dean had established deep, highly profitable ties with those overseas bio labs a long time ago.
Taking a deep breath, Emmy forced away the nauseating thoughts and leaned back against the sofa to continue reading the news. A short while later, her phone buzzed with an incoming call from Abriella. Emmy swiped to answer and brought it to her ear.

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