Chapter 374 Captive
Even though Lester had a gut feeling this might be a setup, he figured he was already in too deep. First order of business: track down Christian's satellite phone. Then, grab these guys and squeeze some answers out of them.
"Move!"
At his command, the squad burst into action, quickly subduing the sleeping students.
Nathan, sharp as ever, was the first to sense something was off.
His eyes snapped open, and he immediately clocked the strangers in the igloo. "Who the hell are you? Get out!"
One of the commandos didn't waste a word. His huge hand shot out, clamping around Nathan's throat like a steel trap, slamming him back against the wall.
"One more word, and I'll crush your windpipe," he growled, his voice icy.
Nathan was stunned.
Although he was a modified human with physical abilities far superior to ordinary people, the person in front of him was clearly a battle-hardened warrior.
Nathan gritted his teeth and roared, mustering his strength to pry open the man's hand and kick him away!
"Hmm? Psychic!" A cold glint flashed in Lester's eyes.
Nathan knew he couldn't take on so many people and planned to escape.
But Lester's towering figure blocked his way.
"Get out of my way!" Nathan gathered all his strength and threw a punch at Lester's face!
But the next moment, a searing red light flashed before his eyes, his vision blurred, and an intense pain erupted in his abdomen!
Lester's fist, engulfed in flames, struck Nathan's abdomen, setting his clothes ablaze!
Nathan spat out a mouthful of blood, collapsing to his knees in the snow, unconscious.
His burnt cotton jacket revealed the combat uniform of West Mountain Base underneath.
Lester's expression grew slightly serious. "Could these guys be stragglers from West Mountain Base? Move it! If they wake up, we're screwed!"
Warren and the others were still asleep when Lester's men controlled them.
"Don't move, or I'll kill you!"
"Make a sound, and I'll kill you!"
The assault team was on high alert. Since they'd tracked Christian's satellite phone signal to this spot, they knew these kids couldn't be underestimated.
They didn't hold back—pinning the students facedown into the bedding, twisting their arms behind their backs.
The students, jolted awake by the sharp pain, screamed and thrashed, but the assault team shut them down fast with a few harsh threats.
Terrified, the kids froze, trembling in fear.
Lester and his team then realized that most of these people were just ordinary students.
Only Nathan had some strength, but he didn't seem particularly powerful.
The students were all terrified, bound tightly and kneeling in the cold snow.
Facing these strangers, they feared for their lives.
The team dug out the satellite phone from under a bedboard and handed it to Lester.
Lester confirmed it was indeed Christian's satellite phone.
He raised the phone, his cold eyes scanning the captured students.
"Where did you get this?"
But the students had never seen such a thing before.
They were all dumbfounded, unable to say anything.
Lester's face darkened, "This was in your house, and you claim you don't know?"
He walked up to a student, grabbed him by the neck, and lifted him up.
The student's face turned red, "Don't kill me, please! I really don't know anything!"
"You really aren't afraid of death, are you?" Lester glanced at the other students and suddenly exerted force with his right hand.
The student's neck was snapped.
The others turned even paler, and a few girls fainted from fear.
"Speak up, or you're next," Lester barked, his eyes scanning the group for any sign of weakness.
It didn't take long for him to zero in on Warren—the kid who looked like he was calculating his way out of this mess.
Smart ones always give themselves away.
While the others were frozen in panic, Warren's eyes were darting around, clearly scheming.
Lester wasn't blind to it.
He grabbed Warren by the collar and yanked him to his feet.
"Your turn. Talk, or die!"
Under Lester's deadly glare, Warren's survival instincts kicked in—he was already plotting his way out.
He shouted, "I know who brought this! It was Steven, definitely Steven!"
At the mention of "Steven," Lester's face went grim.
Megan and Byron had warned him to watch his back if he ever ran into a guy named Steven.
Odds were, West Mountain Base went down because of him!
Lester growled, "What's your deal with Steven?"
Warren knew he was insignificant and had to prove his value to survive.
So he played his card. "There's this chick named Lily with Steven. We're her students—she's got a soft spot for us. Don't waste me; I can be handy. If you're gunning for Steven, use us as bargaining chips. Lily cares about us—she won't let anything happen to us!"
Lester frowned slightly, suspicious of Warren's words. "If your teacher cares so much about you, why would she leave you here instead of taking you to Steven's place?"
Warren nervously explained, "We didn't want to trouble Ms. Evans! We're grown-ups, trying to make it on our own. But don't get it twisted—Ms. Evans still drops off grub for us every single day. Check those lunchboxes over there if you don't believe me!"
He pointed to the lunch boxes on the table.
Lester glanced at them, gaining some trust in Warren's words.
After hesitating for a moment, he made the call.
The mission was clear: find Christian's satellite phone and dig up intel on Steven.
Now that they'd bagged Steven's people, they had their leads.
"Tie them up," Lester ordered his men. "We're taking them back to Megan."
As for whatever lurked behind that massive ice wall? Not his problem.
His gut was screaming danger, and Lester wasn't about to ignore it.
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