Chapter 442 Danger, Breaking Through the Encirclement
When Jeffrey saw me, a whirlwind of emotions crossed his face—surprise, reluctance, and a flicker of regret. But in an instant, his expression hardened. "Diana, why won't you be with me?"
I bit my lip, trying to reason with him. "Jeffrey, stop this madness. Look at what you're doing—one mistake after another. It's not too late to turn back. If you stop now, we can start over."
The warehouse was eerily silent, my voice echoing through the space.
The police captain spoke quietly into his communicator, "Activate silent tracking mode. Use the covert signal source. We need to pinpoint Jeffrey's location before the bomb goes off, and he must not notice."
Technicians, wearing noise-canceling headphones, worked swiftly and silently, their fingers flying over keyboards. Data flickered and changed on the screens, encrypted and transmitted through secret algorithms.
Jeffrey's body trembled slightly. On the screen, his eyes momentarily lost focus. His gaze swept over to Fiona and then to Anne, who was tied to a chair, as if he was making a difficult decision deep within.
"Captain, we've successfully located Jeffrey. He's nearby," a technician relayed through a special vibrating wristband.
The captain nodded slightly, his eyes resolute. He whispered into the communicator, "All units, target locked. Maintain silence and surround the area using the planned covert routes."
At that moment, the bomb squad officer, relying on his exceptional skills and unwavering determination, cut the crucial wire at the last second. The bomb made a sound, and the countdown froze.
The danger was averted, and the warehouse erupted in relieved cheers. Fiona and I rushed over, frantically untying Anne. Medical personnel quickly arrived to check on her condition.
On the screen, Jeffrey's face contorted with rage as he saw the bomb being defused. His eyes widened, bloodshot and bulging.
"Damn it! You bastards!" he roared, kicking a nearby table, sending its contents crashing to the floor.
The warehouse lights flickered briefly, and when they stabilized, Jeffrey had vanished from the screen, leaving only static, as if to recount the events that had just transpired.
At that moment, Edward, supported by a doctor, staggered into the warehouse. His face was as pale as a sheet, beads of sweat covering his forehead. Each step seemed to be a battle against his weakness, using every ounce of his strength.
Anne's eyes lit up with hope when she saw Edward. She broke free from the medical personnel and ran straight into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably.
Her cries were filled with fear and relief. "Edward, I thought I'd never see you again."
Edward, struggling to stay upright, gently patted Anne's back, his hand trembling. His voice was weak but full of reassurance. "It's okay. It's all over now. Everything's going to be fine."
Everyone around was moved by the scene. Medical personnel discreetly wiped away tears, and even the stern-faced police officers showed a hint of relief. My own tension melted away, and I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath, a smile of relief spreading across my face. The anxiety and worry that had gripped me dissipated with this heartwarming moment, bringing a comforting end to the harrowing ordeal.
However, just as everyone was basking in the success of the rescue, an unexpected twist occurred.
Jeffrey, who should have been apprehended by the police, had vanished without a trace. The police captain's face darkened, filled with shock and regret.
He spun around, staring intently at the area where the capture had taken place. There were only layers of police officers, but no sign of Jeffrey.
"What the hell happened?" the captain shouted angrily.
A police officer hurried over to report, "Captain, the moment Jeffrey's video feed cut out, his signal disappeared too."
Everyone was stunned. Jeffrey had taken advantage of the chaos, skillfully using blind spots in the surveillance and the complex terrain to escape without a trace. The police exchanged guilty looks.
The captain pounded his thigh in frustration, gritting his teeth. "We were too careless and let that cunning bastard get away!"
But he quickly regained his composure, turning to us with a serious yet determined expression. "Don't worry. We'll do everything we can to launch a city-wide manhunt. We'll find Jeffrey, even if we have to turn the city upside down. We won't let him roam free and endanger the public again!"
I felt a mix of anger and urgency, turning to look at Edward. His previously relaxed expression had turned tense, his brows furrowed, fists clenched in anger and frustration.
"That Jeffrey is despicable!" he muttered, his eyes burning with rage, ready to chase after Jeffrey himself.
I watched Edward, his body trembling with exhaustion after the prolonged ordeal. Each step seemed to drain his strength, his legs barely able to support him. I feared he might collapse at any moment.
The medical team quickly brought a stretcher, gently and efficiently placing Edward on it, careful not to cause him any pain.
Anne was equally exhausted, her face devoid of color, her legs trembling uncontrollably. The medical team immediately assisted her, one supporting her back, the other lifting her legs, carefully placing her on another stretcher.
Fiona and I, filled with worry, hurriedly followed the stretchers.
The surroundings were chaotic, with footsteps, shouts, and the piercing sound of sirens blending together, intensifying the already tense atmosphere. By the ambulance, I anxiously watched as the medical team loaded Edward and Anne into the vehicle, then quickly climbed in myself.
Fiona glanced at me, wanting to join. I reluctantly shifted to make room for her.
The police captain stood by the ambulance, saluting respectfully. "Ms. Cooper, we may need to ask you some questions later. Please cooperate."
I nodded, agreeing.
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