Chapter 439 Victory
"Before you got here, I recorded Anne's confession."
Edward's face was as pale as a ghost, his lips pressed tightly together. He shoved the recorder into my hand and muttered, "Jeffrey set us up. He made sure we saw Nicholas's men retreat so he could pin it on me."
Just as he finished, my phone buzzed. Jeffrey's number lit up the screen, glaringly obvious.
My heart skipped a beat. After a moment of hesitation, I answered.
Jeffrey's distorted voice, altered by a voice changer, came through the receiver, accompanied by the soothing piano piece, "Clair de Lune."
"See the markers on the ground? I left those as your escape route."
Then, the sound of a filing cabinet opening and closing came through the receiver. Jeffrey paused briefly before continuing, "Guess where I'm taking Anne?"
Edward's already grim face turned even darker. He snatched the phone from my hand and shouted, "What the hell do you want?"
"I just want to see you destroy the trust between each other," Jeffrey's voice dripped with mockery and satisfaction. The piano music abruptly stopped, and he added, "Just like now, why don't you ask Diana why she was in the Adams Group's underground garage this morning?"
Edward's eyes, sharp as daggers, turned to me, filled with suspicion.
Jeffrey's sinister laughter and the intense third movement of "Clair de Lune" echoed in the empty container, mocking us with malicious glee.
Edward's suspicious gaze made me uncomfortable. I opened my mouth to explain, but my throat felt constricted, and no sound came out.
"Edward, I..."
I managed to squeeze out a few words, but a sudden gunshot from outside the container rudely interrupted me.
The gunshot was jarring in the silence, making me jump.
Edward's face changed instantly. He pulled me behind him, eyes fixed warily on the container's exit.
"Is it Jeffrey's men or Nicholas's?" I asked, my voice trembling with fear.
Edward didn't answer. He kept his eyes on the exit, his expression serious. Two more gunshots rang out, bullets striking the container's metal walls, sending sparks flying in the dim night.
"Watch out!" I cried, my heart nearly leaping out of my chest.
Edward swiftly drew a handgun from his waist, his eyes blazing with determination.
"Find a place to hide and don't come out!" he ordered in a low voice.
I nodded frantically, crouching behind Edward as we moved to a corner of the container, hiding behind an old wooden crate.
The container door was kicked open, and a figure slipped inside, gun still smoking. Edward reacted quickly, firing a shot that hit the intruder's shoulder, causing them to drop their weapon.
"Edward, I didn't expect you to still have some fight left in you!" A rough voice called from outside, laced with mockery and malice. "None of you is leaving here alive!"
"It's Sebastian!" I gritted my teeth. "Jeffrey and Nicholas must've set this trap together."
Another gunshot rang out, a bullet grazing the edge of the container. Edward dodged nimbly, looking for a chance to retaliate. His arm was still bandaged with a tie to stop the bleeding, and each time he raised his gun, his movements were stiff. I crouched behind the crate, hands over my ears, heart pounding wildly. Suddenly, the roar of a car engine echoed outside, followed by another gunshot, but this time, it wasn't aimed at us.
"What's going on?" Sebastian's voice now carried a hint of panic.
Edward seized the moment of distraction, quickly changing positions and firing a shot towards the door. A grunt of pain indicated someone had been hit. Amid the chaos, he shouted to me, "Get ready to run, we'll escape through the vent in the back!"
I took a deep breath, preparing to move. But just then, another shot rang out, hitting Edward in the leg. He stumbled, nearly falling.
"Edward!" I cried, rushing to support him.
"Don't worry about me, just go!" Edward gritted his teeth, sweat pouring from his forehead.
The situation outside grew more chaotic, with sporadic gunfire. I looked at Edward, my heart aching, and made up my mind. "No, I can't leave you!"
In that life-or-death moment, the sharp, urgent sound of police sirens wailed in the distance, breaking the suffocating silence of the blood-soaked night.
"The cops are here! Everyone, retreat!" Sebastian's previously fierce demeanor vanished in an instant, replaced by sheer terror.
He shouted frantically to his men, "Don't get caught up in the fight, find somewhere to hide!"
The gunmen, who had been shooting recklessly moments before, now scattered in panic, searching for hiding spots.
Edward and I clung to each other, relief washing over us. "Edward, we're saved, the police are here!"
Edward nodded heavily, squeezing my hand tightly. "Yes, Diana, we made it."
He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips despite the pain in his leg.
The police moved swiftly, surrounding the container in no time.
"Everyone inside, you are surrounded! Drop your weapons and surrender!" A police officer shouted through a megaphone, his voice echoing in the open space.
Their powerful flashlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the figures trying to escape. Sebastian, crouching and attempting to sneak away, was caught in the beam of a flashlight.
"Damn it!" Sebastian cursed, raising his hand to shield his eyes. In that split second, two quick-thinking officers rushed him, one shouting, "Where do you think you're going?"
They tackled him to the ground. Sebastian struggled, yelling, "Let me go! I was just following orders!"
But the cold handcuffs clicked around his wrists, rendering him immobile.
Seeing this, the other gunmen knew the game was up. They dropped their weapons, raising their hands in surrender, and were promptly taken into custody by the police.
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