Chapter 223 He Owes Me a Favor
Adam had barely hit the ground when Joe's car screeched to a halt. The driver saw three bodies sprawled out and slammed on the brakes.
Joe rolled down the window, stuck his head out, and under the bright headlights, he recognized Adam.
"Is Adam dead?" Bishop asked, shocked.
Joe hesitated for a second, then waved his hand. "Don't stop, keep going! Hurry!"
The driver snapped out of it, floored the gas, and sped off down the road.
A few minutes later, Eric and his team arrived, panting. They immediately saw the three bodies.
Eric took a moment, then stepped forward to identify them. He recognized Adam, brutally murdered.
"Who did this?" the young guy with Eric asked, stunned. "Wasn't someone supposed to pick him up?"
Eric looked grim. "Too many people wanted him dead."
He grabbed his walkie-talkie and turned away. "Robert, Adam's dead."
"What? Dead?" Robert's voice crackled back. "Why'd you kill him? Alexander needed him alive."
"It wasn't me..." Eric muttered, standing by the roadside.
A few minutes later, a roaring engine announced a modified pickup truck's return. Eric frowned and thumbed the safety off his handgun.
The door popped open, and Joe, with his hair in a small braid, jumped out. "The people who were supposed to pick him up killed him. They only had one car."
Eric stared at Joe. "I think I've seen you in River State."
Joe sniffed. "Different matter, not related."
Eric stayed silent.
"In River State, we had our own thing," Joe said, checking Adam's body. "But this time, we're on the same side."
Eric re-engaged the safety on his gun. "You didn't catch up?"
"Look at my tires," Joe said.
Eric glanced at the pickup and saw both front tires were flat.
"This was planned," Joe said, standing up. "There were tire spikes. My run-flats got punctured, and I couldn't catch up."
"Just one car?" Eric asked.
"Yeah," Joe nodded. "Someone didn't want Adam to make it to Pine City for trial."
"Figured," Eric cursed. "We just missed it."
"Missed by a lot," Joe shot back. "If they could kill him here, they could've done it anywhere. They probably kept him alive to use him against us."
Eric thought for a moment and nodded. "You're right."
Joe scooped up some snow, rubbing his hands. "More people are coming. I can't stay. Tell Alexander he owes me."
"Owes you for what?" Eric asked, confused.
"Alexander's been trying to catch me, but I've been feeding him evidence," Joe said with a cold smile. "Without me, would he have gotten the dirt on Adam's family's gun trafficking so easily? He owes me."
Eric snapped out of it. "I'll tell him."
"Help us change the tires," Joe called out.
Eric hesitated, then shouted to men beside him, "Come help him."
Ten minutes later, Robert arrived, pale-faced, looking at Adam's body. "Damn, he's dead. How are we gonna explain this?"
"Adam's own people wanted him dead. Who could've stopped that?" Eric frowned. "We did our best. We'll just have to explain it as it is."
Robert wiped his face, looking defeated. "Alright, stop staring and get him out of here."
Eric stepped forward. "Where's Milton?"
"He got away," Robert said, frowning. "The roads in the residential area are a mess, and he had people with him. I chased him for a couple of miles but couldn't catch him."
"Adam's dead, so Milton probably won't last long either," Eric said nonchalantly. "Forget it, it's too chaotic here. Let's get out of here."
"Come on, pack up," Robert clapped his hands and shouted to the others.
Around three in the morning.
In the military hospital, the lights in several emergency rooms were all on. Nurses were pushing equipment and medications, running back and forth.
In the first-floor lobby.
Samuel, leading Alexander who was on crutches, and others, walked briskly towards the stairs. They had just arrived in Longridge, traveling on a coal train because there were no passenger trains running at that time.
At the stairwell, a soldier saw Samuel and came down to meet him. "Are you Samuel?"
"Yes," Samuel replied urgently. "Where's my nephew?"
"The sixth floor," the soldier replied.
"How is he?" Samuel asked, his voice trembling.
"The doctor hasn't come out yet, so I'm not sure," the soldier replied softly. "But I heard from the nurse that he was brought in pretty quickly. We dispatched a helicopter to bring him back, and he got a blood transfusion on the way. So he should be able to make it."
Hearing this, Samuel sighed in relief and gratefully grabbed the soldier's wrist. "Thank you."
"Of course. Mr. Kelly's word is enough for our leaders to defy orders," the soldier smiled and gestured. "This way."
"Alright." Samuel nodded and followed the soldier upstairs.
Ten minutes later, outside the emergency room.
Samuel was pacing anxiously in the hallway when his personal assistant approached. "A sheriff from Peaceful District is here. He wants to explain to you."
Samuel was stunned and cursed. "Damn, it's their fault!"
The assistant didn't dare to respond.
Samuel walked a few more steps with a grim face, then turned to Alexander. "You handle this."
"Alright." Alexander nodded, turned around, and called out to Eric, Robert, and John. "You guys come with me."
In the courtyard.
The sheriff who had previously received Andrew and John at the Peaceful District police station was on the phone, looking extremely distressed. "Damn, what kind of mess did you make? Either kill him on the spot or kidnap him. You brought him back half-dead and got him to the military hospital. How am I supposed to handle this? How do I explain this to Pine City? And the deputy director is furious, saying that everyone at Taytown police station is useless. Alright, stop talking. Wait for my call and be ready to find someone to take the fall."
After hanging up, the sheriff opened the car door and led three colleagues down.
At the hospital entrance, Alexander, with a crutch under his arm, led Robert, Eric, John, and a dozen others towards them.
"Hello, are you from Pine City? I'm from the Peaceful District police station, second team..." the sheriff stepped forward and extended his hand.
Alexander, with a crutch under his arm, grabbed the sheriff with one hand and punched him in the face.
"What are you doing?" the officers behind him shouted at Alexander.
Alexander raised his eyebrows and shouted back. "Come on, tell him what we're doing."
A dozen people immediately rushed forward, pinning the three officers to the ground and kicking them mercilessly.
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