Chapter 380 Those people Can't Be Trusted
The environment on Nelson's side was somewhat noisy, and amidst the fluent foreign language conversations, there was an air of extreme tension.
He simply explained to Emory, "Don't worry, we will make sure your friend is safe."
"I'll kill you!" Emory's curse was cut off by the disconnected call.
He was fuming, breathing heavily, staring at his phone for a long time, not knowing how to call Tristan back.
But he also didn't know what was going on with Tristan, and the longer he delayed, the more dangerous it could be.
He mustered up the courage to call back, and it was answered in less than two seconds, "That bastard lied to me, you..."
"Evie has been kidnapped." Tristan's voice was filled with uncontrollable anger and panic. "We have already received the call and are on our way."
"Send me the address, I'll go there now, I'll contact the police here, that bastard Nelson will prioritize Evie's safety!"
Anger and worry made Emory restless; even his voice was trembling.
But Tristan said, "I have already contacted the local police, we will stay in touch, don't count on Nelson."
Then he hung up the phone.
As smart as Tristan was, he instantly guessed that Nelson and his group wanted to use him as bait.
"Mr. Forbes..." Ryan looked at Tristan in the rearview mirror and reminded him, "The address those people provided, the car can't go in, we have to walk a long way through the mountains, and the environment in the mountains is complex, if we go in alone, we will be at a disadvantage."
Tristan frowned, slightly turned his head, and looked at Katniss's hands tightly clasped together.
She huddled tightly in the corner, looking at the scenery flying past the car window, her usually bright eyes now filled with endless darkness and despair.
She wasn't even crying, but the more she was like this, the more it proved she was on the verge of collapse, ready to explode at any moment.
He clenched his jaw, his facial lines faintly visible, covered her hand, "Evie will be fine, I will make sure nothing happens to her."
"Don't touch me." Katniss quickly withdrew her hand, her eyes quickly filled with a layer of mist, blocking her vision.
She couldn't listen to any comfort, any persuasion.
Only when Evie came back could she calm down and think.
Tristan's veined hand hung in the air, his thin lips tightly pressed, his eyes never leaving her as she struggled, his heart aching.
The car fell into a dead silence, suffocating.
The group that took Evie was camped on a hill outside Velvet City.
At the foot of the hill, there was hardly anyone around, the occasional bird calls from the forest making it seem especially desolate.
The car stopped at the foot of the hill, and Katniss instinctively opened the car door to get out. She had just turned her back on Tristan and opened the door, one foot out, when suddenly her neck and shoulder hurt.
She lost consciousness, her body falling backward.
Tristan's broad hand caught her soft body, holding her in his arms, bending down to kiss her forehead again and again.
He pinched her hand with his thumb, over and over, silently for more than ten seconds, then laid her flat on the back seat, got out of the car, and closed the door.
"Mr. Forbes..." Ryan quickly opened the car door, but Tristan didn't give him a chance to get out, closing the driver's door with his hand through the car window.
"Do you have a cigarette?"
Ryan's trembling hand took out an unopened pack of cigarettes from his pocket. "Yes."
He took it, glanced at the back seat, his eyes darkened, "Take her back, if she wakes up, tell her I will bring Evie and Sophia back safely."
"Mr. Forbes..." Ryan still wanted to get out, but was stopped by a look from Tristan.
He almost cried, "Wait for the police, we have already contacted them, they will come up with a plan, don't take the risk alone!"
"Those people can't be trusted." When Tristan learned that Nelson had concealed the purpose of coming to the country, he realized that those people would risk their lives to carry out the capture.
In a necessary capture operation, the hostages in Sam's biological father's hands would become sacrifices.
The people he and Katniss risked their lives to protect meant nothing to those people.
He turned and strode decisively into the mountains, his cold voice filled with determination, "Take her away."
His figure was swallowed by countless dead branches and dry grass.
Ryan restarted the engine, returning the way they came, but couldn't help contacting the police, trying to find a way to cooperate with Tristan to rescue Evie.
Halfway, he received a call from Emory, and Nicholas also found out about it in the shortest time.
They rushed over together.
"Did they go in? Stop them, no matter what, wait for the police to deploy, and cooperate."
Ryan looked at the unconscious Katniss in the rearview mirror, his voice unsteady, "Ms. Grey is in my car, Mr. Forbes asked me to take her home, which means... today either he brings Evie back safely, or he won't come back alone."
"What does he want to do if he doesn't come back?" Nicholas roared, "Revenge can't be done now, do you know what it means to plan carefully, are those people easy to deal with? Why didn't you try to persuade him? He's simply a madman."
Emory grabbed the phone, asked Ryan for the exact address, and hung up.
He said to Nicholas, "I'll go up the mountain to find him, if it weren't for my lack of vigilance, if it weren't for me being deceived by Nelson, he wouldn't have been so careless, I'll pay him with my life."
Then he got into the car and started the engine.
Nicholas took the opportunity to get into the passenger seat, "I'll go with you."
"You can't go." Emory unbuckled his seatbelt, leaned over him, opened the door, and pushed him out. "You have responsibilities on your shoulders, I'm alone, I have nothing to fear."
Before Nicholas could react, Emory pushed him out of the car, and the car quickly drove away like the wind.
Nicholas instinctively wanted to chase, but suddenly a baby's cry and Saskia's smiling face echoed in his mind.
He clenched his fists, watching Emory's car disappear down the street, then turned and punched the car hard.
In the late autumn forest, fallen leaves covered the ground. Tristan walked through the overgrown path, smoking one cigarette after another.
Every so often, there was a cigarette butt, the still-burning embers igniting the dry grass.
Before long, a lot of smoke was rising, curling up in the forest.
In the forest, there was an abandoned chemical plant, behind it an endless cliff. Years ago, the sewage was discharged at will, making it stink.
The chemical plant had been abandoned for many years, and the air here had become fresh again, but the chemical plant still retained the smell of chemical gases.
Tristan stood at the dilapidated entrance of the chemical plant, looking at the helicopter parked on the roof, his long eyes narrowed into a line.
A strong figure got off the helicopter, standing on the top floor, waving at Tristan, "Seeing you in person is better than hearing about you, seeing you come alone, I know I made the right choice."
"Where's my daughter?" Tristan stared at him; even the midday sun couldn't overshadow the determination in his eyes.
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