Pulp Fiction Dead Storage の小説・ストーリー

"It's done. Everything's gone. Four thousand files. All backups. All redundancies. Completely destroyed." Marcus pulled me away from the hatch. "It's over. Really over." "Is it?" "Morrison's dead. The files are gone. The switch is deactivated. Yes. It's over." I leaned against him. Suddenly exhausted. All the tension leaving at once. Leaving nothing but emptiness and fatigue. Rodriguez came up from below. Face tired. Relieved. "Analysts will verify complete deletion. But preliminary confirmation shows total wipe. Nothing recoverable." "And Morrison's full confession? Before he collapsed?"

“Arlo got the pictures but something is wrong. I think he was either made or someone is on his trail.” “Damn.” Patrick sounded more awake. “We haven’t got the video yet. There are a few frames but you can’t make out who is what. It is incredibly blurry. Not to mention that it was in the deleted files from forever go. Whoever deleted it, must not be familiar with how the internet works and backup systems. “How much longer do you need?” I asked, looking down at the beauty that was in my arms. “At this point, I think we should count this a dead-end.” Patrick sighed.

“Is something wrong?” Officer Hale exchanged a quick glance with his partner before replying. “We’ve located the remaining perpetrators from the pawn shop incident.” The breath I’d been holding released in a rush. Relief flooded me. Finally, Those monsters had been caught. “That’s… that’s good, are they in custody?” The officers’ expressions didn’t change. “No,” Officer Renna said quietly. “They were found dead. Alongside the shop attendant.” I blinked, my mind struggling to catch up. “Dead?” I echoed.

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

Before I could say anything, she grabbed General Zod by the collar of his suit and disappeared out of sight. The jungle is now as silent as a graveyard. No sounds were heard except for some soldiers that were groaning in pain. I examine the place once again, and the dead bodies are littered all around the jungle floor. The processor did a lot of damage to them. Without wasting another second, I sauntered toward the multi-coloured door-looking portal and different thoughts were clouding my mind.

After a thorough investigation by the production team, the details of my past were quickly uncovered. They also confirmed with the relevant authorities that I had, in fact, already passed away. "Three years ago, Nicolas Soros died on a snowy night—frozen to death because he couldn't afford hospitalization. "It wasn't until the autopsy that the coroner discovered that what looked like a thick down jacket… didn't even contain real padding. And that was already the most expensive piece of clothing his mother had ever bought for him. With discounts, it cost less than five dollars.

And there was no turning back. “We’ve got a location on him,” Viktor said, breaking the silence. He pointed to the map spread across the table, tapping his finger against a red circle. “Lower East Side, an old warehouse that used to belong to the DeLuca family. He’s been spotted there twice in the last week.” “Do we know how many men he has with him?” I asked, leaning over the table. “A few,” Viktor replied. “He’s moving carefully, staying under the radar. We can’t risk an all-out assault, he’ll disappear before we even step foot inside.”

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

I glance at it, then at him, before flipping it open. Gruesome photographs hit me first. Unrecognizable faces of a naked man, his arm ripped, a woman, and two children. Blood everywhere. My stomach tightens. I turn to the next photo and freeze. “Phil Dustin?” “Yes, Alpha. We found him dead.” “How? Why? What did he do?” Sadness washes over me. Sadness for the agony they must have endured before dying in cold blood. I remember his desperation to do business with me. Was he already in trouble back then?

I only smiled bitterly as I knew that would be my end. Brandon would only say ‘no’ to all my requests. Every police officer was put on the same case. The resources were pulled to investigate this drug dealer. They finally spotted the drug dealers’ whereabouts on a boat that was planning to leave the country. They had managed to capture ten drug dealers. Brandon had already almost gone insane. After the truth was revealed, Olivia had disappeared with Jack. Lucy could not accept the fact that I was dead. She got an aneurysm from being too upset about it and was admitted to the ICU.