My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 876

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Chapter 876 -876 Lieutenant Colonel, Cole Jorgensen

“Like I said, they were bugged,” Kisha stated flatly. “Three of the soldiers who claimed they’d follow you had microchips embedded at the base of their necks. I figured out pretty quickly that they weren’t loyal, they were just smart enough not to fight the tide. Instead, they chose to go with the flow, pretending to submit so they could spy on us and sabotage everything we planned.”

As she spoke, her eyes flicked subtly around the room, scanning data only she could see, thanks to the discreet reports sent by 008. The young officer watching her couldn’t see anything visible, only the occasional shift of her gaze. Still, he asked no questions. He was a soldier to his core, disciplined, obedient, and he knew better than to pry into things beyond his clearance.

But the unease gnawed at him.

‘How did she find out all of this?’ he wondered silently. ‘And how were the soldiers bugged without anyone knowing? Was it even voluntary?’

A darker thought crept in.

‘What if they didn’t have a choice? What if even they didn’t know they’d been compromised?’

He wasn’t sure if Kisha’s suspicion was true, that the three soldiers had only feigned loyalty to survive. But it was also possible. After all, the rest of the troops who resisted had been killed, and the high-ranking officers were all imprisoned.

Now, his mind was a mess. Doubts clouded his thoughts, questions he couldn’t even begin to form. Kisha noticed the silence, the stiff posture, the way his jaw clenched. She could tell he was on the verge of a breakdown. And truthfully, she had just as many questions herself. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

“Why don’t you come with me?” she said calmly, her tone both firm and patient. “Let’s find out the truth, directly from your Commander General.”

Then, with a slight smirk, she added, “But before that… tell me what you know.”

Kisha’s eyes remained fixed on the younger officer. She had just finished reviewing the bulk of the data and was now waiting for 008 to complete the microchip analysis. It seemed 008 had to examine each chip individually to determine its exact purpose, and that would take time.

The young officer didn’t hesitate. He saluted Kisha, then began.

“My name is Cole Jorgensen, Lieutenant Colonel. I was originally slated for transfer under Major General or also known as Commander Aston McMillan, but then the apocalypse hit. We got trapped in a city near the Capital, and soon after, the President recalled us to help establish a secure base and rescue as many civilians as possible.”

“In the early days, most of us were focused on protecting the base while simultaneously carrying out rescue operations in nearby areas. The survivors we brought back were assigned tasks, mainly helping to build the perimeter walls and assisting with logistics. We, the soldiers, were stretched thin trying to secure supplies and save lives.”

“At first, nothing seemed off. But over time, more and more civilians started dying from hunger. The anxiety in the ranks grew. We assumed the issue was just a lack of supplies; we thought the rapid influx of people had outpaced our resources. So for an entire month, we pushed harder: civilians built the walls, and we kept rescuing, kept gathering, kept moving.”

“During that time, we also evacuated a team of researchers and professors from City D. The President ordered it himself, saying they were needed to study the virus and develop a cure. We believed him. We truly thought that once they figured it out, this nightmare would end.”

“At least… that’s what we were told.”