Chapter 344 Entrapment in Charlotte to Save Patricia and Randy
Martin ended the call abruptly and leaned in toward the computer screen.
Charles's fingers skimmed over the surveillance images. "The kidnapper was cunning, afraid we'd track Mommy's whereabouts, so, during a traffic light stop, he switched her to another car. It took me ages to find that out."
"Daddy, look, Mommy was taken by this black SUV, right... here..."
"... After they removed Mommy, the car drove away."
"But this neighborhood, it's an old area, thirty years old, so there's no surveillance inside. Which room Mom's locked in, we'llWe'll have to search the door to doorfind out which room Mommy's locked in."
"I can assure you, Mommy is definitely there, and once they entered, they haven't come out since they entered."
He switched the video feed to the current surveillance timeline.
Martin pulled out his phone, and dialed Alan.
"Get a team to 367 Seabow Road right away. Lock it down. Search every room, every box, every closet, leave no stone unturned—we must find her."
"Understood!"."
Alan wasted no time asking questions. At the orders, he He took swift action.
He had just hung up the phone when he saw the rusty iron gate ofon the first floor swing open, and seven. Seven people emerged, with Charlotte leading the charge.
At the forefront was Charlotte herself, with Patricia and Randy each flankingwere flanked by a group of four men, who were all impressively built and looked like they knew their way around a gym. These guys meant business, all geared up in baseball caps and face masks, obscuring their identities.
Randy and Patricia had their eyes covered with black blindfolds.
After they exited their place, they piled into a seven-seater SUV parked nearby.
"Daddy, it's Randy and Mom.my! They're trying to take them away... We have to intercept them," came the urgent voice.
Martin was quick to dial Alan, briefing him for immediate action.
Charles was tasked to trailwith trailing them, keeping a hawk's eye outwatching for every turn they took and predicting their destination, while Martin stayed on the phone with Alan, coordinating the chase.
Charles's keen observation paid off quickly.
"Daddy, they're going to the train station... They're planning to whisk Randy and Mommy out of Ivara City," he reportedsaid with certainty.
Without missing a beat, Martin called his men stationed at the railway station, relayed the SUV's license plate, and ordered them to watch out for the vehicle. Meanwhile, Alan took to the streets, ready to cut them off.
We had hoped that this time we'd successfully rescue Patricia and Randy.
But then.
AsMeanwhile, Alan took to the streets, ready to cut them off, but as the SUV stopped at a traffic light up ahead, it made an unexpected left instead of going straight towards the station.
Straight on would lead to the train station, while a left turn took them onto Zhongnan Road, the path to the long-distance bus station.
Two The two roads diverginged, leading to entirely different escapes from Ivara City.
With a shared glance full of grim determination, Martin and Charles knew thisthe situation was bad. Martin, seething with barely contained fury, dialed the long-distance bus terminal.
"Trains require IDs, and Mommy has no ID on her. That's why they're aiming for the bus," Charles theorized.
Martin, hisHis brows knitting into a sharp 'v', said nothing. His, Martin's focus was unyielding.
Just as they thought the SUV would head straight to the bus terminal, it swerved again. Alan and his team had to swerve, forcing them to change their game plan on the fly.
And Alan, with his team, had to swerve along with them, forced to change their game plan on the fly.
Charles's usually composed face went pale as he mumbled, "Where on earth are they heading? ?" Charles mumbled, his face pale. "Feels like we're chasing our tails."
All the while, heHe laid out the map of Ivara City, searching for a clue in the concrete jungle sprawled before them.
Martin stared unblinkingly at his computer screen, his finger tracing a road on the digital map before tapping a point ahead. "Take a left at the next two intersections to get to the airport."
There were no other landmarks to speak of, except for the airport.
And, and they had Randy and Patricia tied up.
If The airport was their only shot if they planned to leave Ivara City, the airport was their only shot.
Charles was gnashinggnashed his teeth in fury.
"Damn that hideous woman,! iIf I get my hands on her, I'll make sure she learns her lesson…"."
Seven SUVs were weaving chaotically through the streets of Ivara City. As they neared the last turn to the airport, they spun around and headed back to Central South Avenue.
Charles: "...??"
Martin: "...??"
Father and son were at a loss for words. Martin's handsome face was devoid of any warmth, his black eyes as icy as the Arctic, chilling to the bone.
Suddenly, he remembered something urgent and called Alan:. "Box them in from all sides, and stop that carvehicle, but be careful. Don't hurt Patricia and Randy."
Charles quickly caught on to his thinking:. "Daddy, do you suspect they're deliberately stalling?"
Martin didn't respond,; the answer was obvious.
"But what's their angle?" Charles wondered out loud. "With Randy and mMommy in the car, aren't they worried we'll come to the rescue if they delay?"
Martin couldn't come up with a plausible explanation, but he was certain he hadn't guessed wrong.
But one thing he was certain of – he hadn't guessed wrong.
In no time, Alan's four teams converged from all directions in no time, cornering the seven SUVs in the middle of a large intersection.
Since it was early morning and not in the middle of the city, the blockade didn't cause any traffic congestion or attract much attention.
The surroundeding SUVs were eerily quiet.
They; they just sat there in the middle of the road, headlights off.
Charles furrowed his brows in confusion,. "This is odd. It's nothing like I expected. Even if it's not a wild police chase, smashing through barriers and causing havoc, you'd think they'd at least hit the gas to try and bust through the enclosure. This is going too smoothly."
His offhand comment echoed Martin's thoughts.
He immediately rang up Alan. "Don't do anything. Wait there for me."
"Don't do anything. Wait there for me!"
After hanging up, Martin grabbed the car keys and, with Charles in tow, drove off to the rendezvous point. He floored the gas, slashing an hour's drive to just thirty minutes. Meanwhile, Charles kept a vigilant eye on the laptop, monitoring every move.
All the while, Charles kept a vigilant eye on the laptop, monitoring every move.
Martin floored the gas, slashing an hour's drive down to just thirty minutes.
Alan was waiting by the side of the SUV, his face clouded with unease as Martin approached. "Boss, something's off!. Not a peep from inside in the past half hour."
Martin's pupils contracted sharply, he swung. He grabbed the car door open with a sense of urgency.
Tohandle, and, to his surprise, found it was unlocked;. With a simple tug and, it swung open.
The surrounding headlights poured in, revealing seven figures seated inside, their faces obscured.
Unfazed by the abrupt intrusion, they regarded Martin with an eerie calm. "Who are you looking for?" one asked, just as the interior light flickered on, bringing their faces into sharp relief.
"Who are you looking for?" one asked as the interior light flickered, bringing their faces into sharp relief.
The children and woman and child inside were not Patricia and Randy.
The , nor was the woman in the front passenger seat wasn't Charlotte either.
. They had been played.
A malevolentMalevolent darkness seeped from Martin's gaze, his handsome. His features, bathed in the ghostly moonlight, lookinged like a vengeful deitysprite draped in sinister shadows.
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