Chapter 537 Rescue
Scarlett wasn't completely ungrateful; she actually remembered that Emma had shielded her from the gunfire.
A wave of emotion stronger than the pain surged through Emma, making her feel slightly less tortured. But the next second, a more intense agony swept over her entire body.
Emma's consciousness began to fade. Her fingers clawed at the metal edge of the torture rack unconsciously, breaking her nails and drawing blood without her noticing. Scarlett, pacing frantically nearby, suddenly noticed a faint glimmer from Emma's sleeve.
"What's this?" Scarlett frowned, roughly yanking Emma's sleeve. A button-sized metal device was emitting a weak red light, like a dying ember.
Emma's unfocused eyes locked onto the device, memories cutting through the haze like lightning. Before she left, she had taken a signal transmitter Lucas had given her, just in case of emergencies.
"Press it," she whispered, her voice barely audible, a metallic taste rising in her throat.
Scarlett's eyes flickered with hesitation.
She had no idea what this thing was. But seeing Emma's face twisted in pain, Scarlett's trembling hand reached out.
"If you're tricking me..." she threatened harshly, but her fingers gently pressed the blood-stained button.
The device emitted a soft click, and the red light turned to a steady blue.
Scarlett nearly dropped it in fright. "What the hell is this thing?"
"Hope..." Emma weakly smiled, then was hit by another wave of pain, curling up in spasms.
At the Russell Villa, George stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his empty eyes "gazing" at the city nightscape. His cane tapped the floor rhythmically.
"Mr. Russell, there's still no news of Ms. Stuart," the Russell family head of security, Ulysses, reported quietly. "At the docks, Mr. Thomas has already..."
Suddenly, George's cane stopped mid-air. He tilted his head, as if catching a sound others couldn't hear.
"Was there a signal just now?" He turned towards the desk, where a special receiver was placed.
Ulysses checked the equipment and shook his head. "No anomalies, probably interference from the elevator next door."
George frowned deeply. He was sure he had heard that special frequency, the distress signal Lucas had designed for Emma. But the equipment showed nothing. Was it his imagination?
"Keep searching," he ordered sternly. "Expand the search to all abandoned medical facilities in the suburbs."
Meanwhile, in the city police's electronic surveillance room, Joshua was staring at a suddenly active signal screen. A technician exclaimed, "Mr. Thomas! This is a military encrypted frequency!"
Joshua grabbed the headset, hearing faint beeping. The rhythm reminded him of the distress device Lucas had proudly shown him for his mom.
"Locate it! Now!" Joshua's voice was hoarse with excitement.
A red dot flashed on the map, pinpointing an abandoned pharmaceutical factory in the north of the city. Joshua immediately called George, but got a mechanical voice saying, "The number you have dialed is currently on another call."
George was gripping his hot phone, listening to the Russell family informant. "Mr. Russell, we found out Brock has a secret lab at the old pharmaceutical factory in the north. Phoenix has been frequenting it recently."
George clenched his fist. Brock, that mad scientist from three years ago! He should have known!
"Gather the Twelve Guards," he ordered, his voice icy. "We're leaving immediately."
After hanging up, his phone showed a missed call from Joshua. George hesitated for a second but didn't call back. Every second now was crucial for Emma's life; he couldn't waste time explaining.
Twelve black SUVs silently headed north. George sat in the back of the lead car, holding a specially made handgun. Though blind, he couldn't hide when Emma was in danger.
"Mr. Russell, we're two miles from the target building," Ulysses reported. "Thermal imaging shows six people underground, two of whom might be Ms. Stuart and Mrs. Scarlett Russell."
George nodded and pressed his earpiece. "Teams, listen up. Team A, breach the front entrance. Team B, block the back. Team C, go through the ventilation ducts. Remember, capture Brock alive."
The Twelve Guards dispersed silently, like ghosts in the night. Guided by Ulysses, George reached the ventilation shaft, his keen sense of smell catching the scent of blood beneath the disinfectant.
"She's down there," he whispered, his voice trembling.
"Mr. Russell, we'll go down. You stay here!"
"No, I'm going myself!"
"But Mr. Russell, your eyes!"
"I have smart devices. I won't be a burden."
Ulysses wanted to argue, but George cut him off. "I care about Emma more than anyone here!"
Yes, because he cared about Emma, he couldn't allow himself to be a liability. Ulysses trusted George's abilities. If Mr. Russell said it was fine, then it must be!
In the underground lab, Brock suddenly stared at the monitor, frowning. "Someone triggered the perimeter alarm."
Phoenix was dismissive. "Probably a stray cat. This dump..."
"No!" Brock stood up abruptly. "Move the test subjects immediately!"
But it was too late. The ventilation duct burst open, and several black-clad figures poured out. Brock grabbed a scalpel and held it to Emma's neck. "Don't come any closer! Or I'll..."
As George's Twelve Guards infiltrated through the ventilation ducts, Joshua's team was breaking through the front door. The moment Brock's scalpel touched Emma's neck, two bullets were fired from different angles, one piercing his wrist, the other shattering the monitor.
Through the pain, Emma heard familiar footsteps. The figure she longed for broke through the smoke, navigating obstacles with precision thanks to his smart glasses, despite his blindness.
When George's trembling hand touched her blood-stained face, all the grievances and pain of the past three years turned into hot tears.
"I'm here," his voice was hoarse, fumbling to undo her restraints. "This time, I won't let you suffer alone."
Emma tried to respond but suddenly coughed up blood. George's white shirt was instantly stained red. He frantically touched her convulsing body. "What's happening? The wound was..."
Scarlett screamed, "That bastard injected her with something!"
Joshua immediately called for the medical team, holding back the enraged George. "Calm down! The ambulance is right outside!"
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